Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 582 About the enemy's disposal methods

The pitch-black Porsche drives through the congested and bustling streets.

Its direction of travel is getting more and more remote from the city center, away from the hustle and bustle, and gradually heading towards the relatively deserted old urban area.

……

"I said, what's the matter with you kid looking so boring? I gave you the chance to experience my game!"

Mihua International Center Building.

Yuanzi stared at her eyes and wandered around, her face was absent-minded and she didn't share the content of the game, she was very upset.

The game experience time is actually very short, only one hour - it looks very long, but most people who have played the game must have a feeling:
Just one hour is enough to play a der!
However, for someone like Ke, this hour is enough... boring enough.

Even compared to playing games, he would rather spend this hour on people running around in the Mihua International Center looking for organizations.

But facing Sonoko's dissatisfaction, Conan still chose to treat it cautiously, "I'm sorry, Mariko-sister, because I'm really a game idiot..."

"Yeah." Hui Yuanai, who also participated in the game, squinted, "The game idiot who flattened the London copy in an hour and a half."

Conan: "..." Hey!Don't expose him openly!

"Half an hour?!" Yuanzi's eyes widened, "Hey, hey! I don't think any of those kids have cleared the level after playing for an hour. They also have to fight with game characters and solve puzzles to pass the level... By the way, which one did you go to? A dungeon? You didn’t seem to be in the live broadcast just now.”

Conan glanced at Hui Yuanai, smirked and said: "It's a copy that mainly focuses on reasoning, and there is no part of fighting... and the main plot is from Sherlock Holmes, when I was reading a book at Mr. Lin's house I just saw it, and..."

"Conan is really good." Xiaolan has never been stingy in complimenting her children.

However, when Conan mentioned 'Mr. Lin', Sonoko suddenly sighed:
"Really... I wanted to introduce Mr. Lin and Hiroki to Mr. Tumoto, and they were also very interested in them, but they ran home first..."

Mao Lilan also smiled helplessly: "Sa... there's nothing I can do about it. Hiroki seems to be in poor health all the time. Mr. Lin must be very worried."

Sonoko sighed again: "It's a pity that Mr. Tuyuan has an extra game badge."

Conan just came out and was wondering why Hiroki hadn't come back yet. Hearing what Xiaolan and Yuanzi said, he was a little taken aback, "Eh? Mr. Lin and Hiroki, have you gone back?"

What are you doing?
Speaking of which, Mr. Lin seemed to have gone somewhere before, and then Hiroki... Well, his father didn't know where he went either.

"Ah, Mr. Lin said that Hiroki's child suddenly became very ill. He must have gone to a nearby hospital." Maori Kogoro sighed, "I hope Mr. Lin can heal that kid quickly, otherwise if he goes out someday If there is an accident, it will be really troublesome."

Mao Lilan suddenly pressed and twisted her father's waist, her eyes were fierce: "Dad! Be careful when you speak!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I got it, Lan! Let go!"

"..."

Conan watched the interaction between Mao Li's father and daughter without sadness or joy.

Hiroki is sick?Taken to the hospital by Mr. Lin?
Bullshit!
Are they plotting something again?And secretly hide him!

Conan took out his mobile phone and called up the text message interface. He felt more distressed—Mr. Lin didn't reply to him, and Mr. Akai didn't reply to him...Is this the feeling of being isolated?
Seeing Conan falling into emo, Haibara looked at him with sympathy.

But soon, she grabbed Conan by the collar and carried him into the taxi.

Well, the task of monitoring Edogawa Conan and preventing him from making trouble is completed, and the bonus will be obtained!

The thought of having money for her to buy and buy again made Hui Yuan Ai's mood brighten immediately.

However, Noah's voice in her ears poured cold water on her:
[Second Miss, Master Lie reminds you that you haven't finished all the homework the day before yesterday...]

Hui Yuanai curled his lips: "...Understood."

Conan, who came to his senses after realizing it, turned his head: "Huh? Haibara, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you are pleasing to the eye."

Hui Yuanai glanced at him calmly, then took out his mobile phone and started playing Snake.

——Her ears were blocked by her hair, and even with headphones, Conan couldn't see her.

When they came, they took two cars, and when they went back, because there were two people missing, one car was more than enough to accommodate them...

"Hey, Huiyuan..."

Conan began to whisper information again, "Do you know Mr. Lin and the others?"

Hui Yuanai: "I don't know, I don't know, what did you say?"

Conan: "..."

So love goes away, right?
Destroy the world, hurry up.

Without warning, Hui Yuan Ai suddenly sneezed.

"Xiao Ai? Did you catch a cold? I have a lot of coats here for you to wear."

"It's okay, sister Xiaolan, it's just that Edogawa classmate said bad things about me just now."

Conan: "..."

He is not!He didn't!Huiyuan, don't talk nonsense!

……

The edge of the old city.

Low houses stand jaggedly in the darkness.

The slightly dilapidated residential area didn't have many lights, and looked like a deserted scene.

However, in a room with lights on, it was very lively at the moment——

The figures are mottled, and the toasts are intertwined.

People in dark clothes were either holding wine glasses, or playing with the cold guns in their hands, communicating in low voices in twos and threes.

The furniture in the room was basically piled up in the corner, leaving a large space in the central hall for them to accommodate. Only the sofa and a table were placed in the middle... plus a few crooked chairs.

At this moment, there are many small pieces of paper scattered on the countertop of the central table.

And these pieces of paper are still increasing...

The prisoner who caused the increase of these pieces of paper - Ander Burger, is writing hard.

Every time he writes a few words in the notebook, he will tear it off, twist it into balls and throw it on the table, and then repeat the work.

"Okay! Then choose one among shooting, burning, water, and knife! Choose one of the four... Ambu! Have you finished writing?"

Angostella twirled a slender syringe, sat on the sofa, and looked at her teammates a little impatiently, "I just wrote four lotteries, why did you write it for 10 minutes and still haven't finished it?"

Anderberg kept writing and didn't look back: "For the sake of fairness, I think each person should draw a lottery, and then count the number of people drawn in each result for comparison..."

Angostella swung the syringe around, threw it like a throwing knife, and cursed:
"Why don't you just write four notes for me to draw? Why are you doing so much gaudy stuff!"

(End of this chapter)