Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 307 Is Kudo Shinichi back?

When the taxi turned a corner along the road, a black car passed by, and after a while, it naturally turned around and followed.

Sitting in the taxi, Conan silently covered his head, which was definitely red and swollen, and whispered: "Fortunately, there are no electric poles nearby."

Otherwise, innocent utility poles will be harmed again.

Mao Lilan looked away from the window, smiling brightly: "What did you say?"

"I said that my classmate sent me a message!" Conan immediately gave up his bag and fumbled for the phone, pretending to be a child's innocent and surprised tone, "He has a question that he can't do, I will help him!"

He looked through the chat records between himself and Tan Baima.

It was not Conan who helped, but Detective White Horse.

Detective White Horse is a good detective and a good Phantom Thief Kidd, and his temper is unexpectedly good.

All kinds of clues point to Bai Ma Tan as the indifferent Phantom Thief Kidd, the Phantom Thief Kidd who speaks in a few words and speaks coldly in the stairwell.

Originally, Conan had already made sufficient preparations, ready to accept the sad fact that he sent a long list of swiping to himself, but the other party only replied once in a while, and the reply was definitely not more than one line.

But much to Conan's surprise, it was Detective Baima who swiped the screen.

He is providing help and sharing the information of the black guys he has investigated. Documents will be forwarded directly by email, paper documents will be scanned and uploaded and sent, and those that cannot be scanned will be photographed and sent.

The chat history is almost full of detailed information sent by the white horse, but what Conan did was to carefully organize the wording for a long time, and sent a message asking for information on the black figure.

Sharing information so simply and neatly can be called selfless dedication. Conan really didn't expect that the indifferent Kaito Kidd would be so cold-hearted and warm-hearted.

He still has a cold face and a warm heart at the textbook level. Considering his current shocking child status, he shared information without reservation, and at the same time maintained the basic caution that belonged to Kaitou Kidd.

In the chat, Detective White Horse did not once directly say 'I am Kaitou Kidd', nor did he speak clearly in Kaitou Kidd's tone, at most he only said some secret codes, or both Kaitou Kidd and the detective could say ambiguous words.

So cautious that even if Conan directly handed over his phone to the police, the police would have no way to determine that Detective White Horse is Kaitou Kidd based on these chat records, they can only determine that he is really a selfless detective.

Combined with the fact that those black guys know the true identity of Kaitou Kidd, can expose it to the police, and can escape from prison at any time, but still serve their sentences without saying a word, Conan can only sincerely admire these two Kaitou Kidd.

As expected of an avenger who avenged his father, he is indeed smart, decisive and cautious, with a bottom line, a sincere heart, and more means.

but……

"Spiders, poisonous snakes, these guys," Conan silently read the two code names, and glanced at the list of members of organizations that didn't even have code names, "None of them are from Tokyo."

Regardless of whether they have a code name or not, the permanent residences these guys confess are not Neon, they come from all over the world, some are Neon people, but they don’t live in Neon.

This is strange.

Shouldn't the nearby organization members be mobilized for the operation in Tokyo?

"The two guys in the amusement park..."

That standard Tokyo accent, after all, lived in Tokyo for two or three years, right?
Detective Baima didn't have any information about the two of them.

Conan frowned, slowly chewing on some information that could not be called clues, trying to find out something clearly wrong from the clues.

The taxi stops.

Mao Lilan opened the car door and stepped out first, "Here we are, get out of the car, Conan."

"Oh, oh," Conan came back to his senses, he nodded his hands indiscriminately, and quickly edited out a message saying "see you at the Golden Eye Exhibition" to Baima Tan, and then jumped out of the car, "I'm coming."

When walking up the steps to the second floor with Mao Lilan, he looked back at the street and saw the taxi turning quickly away.

There was a smear of blackness in the traffic on the street, and the windows were rolled down. The driver poked his head out, first looked at the taxi in disbelief, and then at the signboard of Maori Detective Agency.

The black car left the traffic flow and stopped where the taxi had just stopped.

Conan frowned, looked at the street a few more times, and walked into the Mori Detective Agency with a frown.

The office is empty.

Mao Lilan put down her things and poured two cups of hot water first, "It's hard to take medicine on an empty stomach, come on, let's have some hot water first."

"Have you had a cold intermittently for a while? Next time I take you out, I will ask you to wear more clothes."

Reluctantly, she checked the temperature on Conan's forehead, and found out the medicine in advance. When passing by the phone, she found several missed calls, "Hey, someone called three or four times?"

As soon as the voice fell, the harsh phone rang.

Conan was startled, subconsciously clenched the water glass tightly, and looked over vigilantly at the sound.

Mao Lilan answered the phone, "Moses, Moses, hello, this is the Maori Detective Agency. May I ask what commission you want to issue?"

The other end of the phone was almost silent, there was no sound of humans speaking into the microphone, only the voices of people and cars on the street.

"what?"

Mao Lilan blinked and repeated again: "Moses Moses?"

Outside, there was a heavy siren sound, and Conan turned his head to look at the window again vigilantly.

In less than a second, there was a heavy horn honking from the other end of the phone.

Only halfway through, the whistle sounded and stopped abruptly, and the other party hung up the phone, leaving only the natural beeping sound of the phone.

Mao Lilan: "?"

"What a strange call." She checked the call and missed calls, "Hey, the missed calls are all from this call."

"Is the whistle sound just a coincidence?"

For the first time, the strange call was silent and stopped abruptly.

Soon, when Mao Lilan supervised Conan to finish taking the medicine with a wrinkled face, he received a second call.

"Moses, hello, this is the Maori Detective Agency."

The voice of the street was still flowing quietly on the other end of the phone.

Mao Lilan frowned and looked out the window, "Moses?"

A low voice of a young man with an obvious Kansai accent sounded, "Hello, is that guy still not back?"

Conan gulped down the hot water, moved his ears, and raised his head when Mao Lilan had a strange expression, "What's wrong, sister Xiaolan?"

"Is it a sales call? Just hang up."

"Ah, that's not true. It's a young man with a Kansai accent." Mao Lilan temporarily covered the phone, "It's not the first time he called."

"It's not the first time today, nor is it the first time. Dad received a call from him yesterday."

She let go of the microphone, hesitated, "He's looking for..."

"Moses Moses?" The voice from the microphone came clearly, impatiently, "Has that guy come back yet?"

"Shinichi Kudo."

(End of this chapter)