Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Fusae Campbell Kinoshita?"

"Is she famous?" Conan couldn't remember any celebrity with this name.

"She is a fashion designer and the founder of the Fuesa brand." Ai said, holding a ginkgo leaf in her hand.

The logo of this brand is the ginkgo leaf.

As a designer and brand founder, Fushahui herself has been interviewed and featured in fashion magazines more than once.

"Come to think of it, this morning, Xiaolan..." Conan also recalled that Xiaolan took a flyer and ran to queue up to buy some fashion item today.

Ten years ago today, Ms. Fushae gave Xiaolan an umbrella here.

Xiaolan agreed that she would buy a piece of jewelry designed by the other party ten years later, with the logo of the ginkgo leaf.

"Could she have written down all these things?" Lin Feng asked doubtfully.

Ten years later, I can still remember what day it was. My memory is much better than the doctor's.

Of course, as a bystander, it is also remarkable that this dog-headed detective can remember things that happened so long ago. . .

"Maybe." Conan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"Eel rice, eel rice, let's go eat eel rice again today!" Yuantai, who was walking in front, was singing his newly composed song.

"Yuanta, we are not really going out to eat. We just want to give the doctor some space to chat alone." Mitsuhiko explained.

"I really want to know what they are talking about..." Ayumi turned her head and glanced at the doctor in the distance.

"I guess it will be awkward."

"The doctor might not be able to say a word."

"Shouldn't we leave?"

"..."

……

Things were not quite what Lin Feng and the others thought. There was no awkward atmosphere between Dr. Agasa and Fusae who were standing under the ginkgo tree.

Because they didn't reveal their identities to each other at all, they were just chatting, and the topic only revolved around ginkgo leaves.

"that……"

The doctor had just mustered up the courage to talk about what happened that year when the middle-aged foreign man wearing sunglasses and carrying a paper bag that Lin Feng and the others had seen earlier walked up to them.

"Fusae?" The man looked at Dr. Agasa with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Billy, please wait for me in the car."

Fusae smiled and nodded.

"He is the remarried partner of my mother's friend. He was the one who sent me here last decade."

Turning around and watching the man named Billy get back into the car, the doctor also heard Fusha's explanation.

"So that's how it is..." The Doctor nodded and smiled.

Suddenly, the wind blew and blew Fusha's hat away, revealing her golden hair.

Dr. Agasa's eyes widened when he saw the other person bending down to pick up his hat and put it back on.

He remembered!
He remembered why this place was the place full of memories between the two of them that Fusae had mentioned.

"No, you can't look at it. My hair color is weird. It's different from everyone else's."

"Really? I like it very much. It's just like the leaves of the ginkgo tree. Very beautiful..."

……

"It's about time, right?" said the Dog-Headed Detective, glancing down at his watch.

Twenty minutes had passed, and it was time for the Doctor to finish his talk.

"It's that car!"

As soon as Conan finished speaking, the white antique car that had been parked under the ginkgo tree drove out. A man wearing sunglasses sat in the driver's seat, while the doctor's first love sat in the back seat.

"We shouldn't have to wait another ten years before we meet again." Xiao Ai stood aside, watched the car go away, then turned around and said.

"Who knows, maybe we will never meet again." Lin Feng looked up at the sky and poured a bucket of cold water on everyone.

"That's a shame." "That's right, the doctor is a good person."

The three little ones spoke one after another.

"What are you talking about?"

While everyone was discussing, the doctor came over from the other side of the road, hands behind his back, stepping slowly on ginkgo leaves.

Judging from his expression, the two of them must have had a good chat.

"It's nothing. The doctor's first love is really a beauty!" Ayumi said.

"yes……"

Xiao Ai nodded.

The doctor at the side picked up a ginkgo leaf that had fallen onto the roof of the car, and watched as he smiled.

Finally saw...

"It's been resolved satisfactorily." Lin Feng smiled when he saw the doctor's expression.

As for whether there will be any subsequent developments, he has no control over it. It all depends on the bald old man himself.

……

"Five hundred yards, pass!"

In a training ground somewhere in the Dark Organization, a female sniper with short hair successfully hit a target who was giving a speech on the stage with one shot in the head.

"It's your turn, Cohen!" Chianti turned and looked at another sniper who was undergoing simulated training.

"..."

Cohen was very silent and just raised the sniper rifle in his hand.

The scene in front of me also changed accordingly, with woods, lakes, and birds singing, and it became a great place to rest and recuperate.

The organization has invested a lot of money to be able to project and simulate this real scene in an empty training ground.

As for whether it is a waste to give it to this pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, it depends on one's own opinion.

Cohen has already targeted the old man who was fishing in the lake.

Five hundred and fifty yards.

One shot hits.

"You're amazing." Chianti pinched her waist and praised. Next, it was her turn.

This time the scene is a city with tall buildings.

She had to wait in the gap for the train to arrive, and then snipe the target on it at a distance of six hundred yards.

"Brother, I thought she was going to snipe a moving target."

At the same time, the familiar duo in black also came to the training ground. Vodka saw Chianti's successful sniper attack and said with a smile.

"Heh..." Gin sneered and said nothing.

Do you think moving targets are so easy to kill?
Next scene.

It was Cohen's turn, this time in a large, noisy stadium, to snipe an important target in the VIP seats at a distance of 650 yards.

"Pfft~"

There was no headshot and screaming scene again. The bullet penetrated the soft back of the chair, more than ten centimeters away from the target's head.

"Haha, what a pity! Now as long as I can pass the level smoothly, I win!" In the same scene, Chianti also aimed his gun at the target six hundred and fifty yards away.

"Oh, we're sure to win..."

Unfortunately, her big talk was also premature.

The most terrifying thing about people is not that they are bad, but that they don’t know it.

This time the bullet flew further off target and missed the target, hitting the popcorn bucket half a meter away.

"Brother, it looks like six hundred yards is the limit."

Vodka said as he stood aside, not paying any attention to Chianti's stinky face. Of course, it could also be that he couldn't see clearly because he was wearing sunglasses... (End of this chapter)