CONAN: I have a compositing station

Not long after Officer Twilight left, Gin Jiu took vodka downstairs and left.

Dressed in black, Natsuki stood in front of the drawbridge and watched the Porsche drive into the tree-shaded path.

Porsche's headlights disappeared into the shade.

Xia Mu then took out his mobile phone and edited an email.

There is only one image in the email.

The picture shows a dull night, with mountains stretching to the sky. In the heavy rain, on the black sky dome, a silver light cut through the sky dome.

The dark clouds pressed against the dome, and the people who pressed them were breathless.

In the distant sky, a golden light appeared.

It announces that dawn is approaching.

Natsuki captioned the picture.

——The black cloud pressed the city and wanted to destroy, and the light of the armor opened to the sun and gold.

Although the original meaning of the text was not this, Natsuki did not care.

As long as Mourning-chan can understand the surface meaning.

Natsuki then sent the picture to another person.

The accompanying text was changed to:

[Yesterday I met a gentleman who called himself Kurosawa, braving heavy rain to watch the sunrise for a friend who could not come. I was very impressed, so I gave him a gift. —adonis]

After the email was sent, no one replied.

Natsuki glanced up and saw an unexpected figure in the distant shade.

Conan is skateboarding through the leaves.

The phone vibrate, and Natsuki did not open it immediately.

He stood by the bridge, silently waiting for Conan's arrival.

When Conan arrived, his first words were: "Have a case?"

Natsuki nodded.

Conan asked again, "Did they do it?"

Natsuki shook his head.

Conan frowned.

Natsuki went after the people of the two organizations alone.

Then today, Xiaolan received a call from Yuanzi, saying that she had encountered a case, and Natsuki was also present.

Conan thought that the people of the organization had made some moves, so he hurried over.

But Natsuki actually said that it was not the handiwork of the organization?

That....

"Yesterday I met two climbers, who seemed to be preparing to come to this mountain to watch the sunrise, but the trip was hindered by heavy rain."

"I happened to meet them, so I took them to the mountain villa for the night."

"Unexpectedly, let him solve the case before me."

Natsuki explained what happened.

When Conan heard it, he knew it.

Where are there climbers, watch the sunrise.

It's clearly gin and vodka.

The other party was affected by heavy rain?

That is to say, Natsuki, who followed all the way, did not see what action the other party made.

"You showed up in front of them?"

Natsuki nodded.

Conan didn't ask Natsuki why he brought gin and vodka to the villa.

For dangerous uncontrollable factors, sometimes it is the best choice to bring it with you.

At least under the gaze of Natsuki, in case of any movement from the gin wine vodka, Natsuki can also protect the garden and the others in the first place.

In other words, Conan himself, he felt that he would have the same choice.

"Oh, those two people, call themselves Kurosawa Jin and Saburo Uozuka."

Natsuki chuckled.

"If nothing else, it's my real name."

"How do you know..."

Conan looked at Natsuki suspiciously.

Natsuki's tone was a little too affirmative, so he wanted to ask Natsuki why he said this.

But a ringing phone interrupted Conan.

Conan pulled out his phone and looked at it.

It was Xiaolan who called.

"Hey, Lan."

Conan uses a voice changer to answer the phone and gives Natsuki the gesture of silence.

It would be bad if Xiaolan heard Natsuki's voice and knew that she was not abroad.

"Yes, ah, okay."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone.

Conan nodded for a while.

"Hey, gee."

"Call you in the evening, Lan, I'll hang up first."

After saying a few words, Conan couldn't wait to hang up the phone.

He desperately wanted to ask Natsuki where he had learned the news.

However, Natsuki looked at him meaningfully.

Natsuki gestured a phone gesture and put it to his ear, simulating the process of him and Xiaolan talking on the phone.

"Hey, Lan."

Natsuki simulated Kudo's voice, and then asked in Ran's voice.

"Is there anyone next to you?" ,

"Yes."

After asking, he instantly switched back to Kudo's voice answer.

In this way, Natsuki began to ask himself questions.

"It's inconvenient to talk, right?" , "Hmm.

"Then I say you listen." , "OK.

"I missed you," "Oh.

"You kiss me." , "Hey ~

Gee" "I'll kiss you too, Gee." Well.

"Call you back in the evening, Lan, I'll hang up first."

......

Listening to Natsuki's two voices switching back and forth, the concocted dialogue, and even Conan's own answer just now corresponded one by one.

Conan was angry, his face flushed, and he stared at Natsuki deadly.

"Are you interesting?"

"Yes."

Natsuki nodded solemnly.

"Seriously, how do you know they're using their real names."

Conan glared at Natsuki and then pulled the topic back.

"In a small island attraction with an immortal legend, I have seen a similar name in the visitor roster."

Natsuki replied.

He is talking about the mermaid island that he once strayed into because he got lost.

The list of visitors to the island is in addition to gin and vodka.

There is also the name of Mourning-chan [Shiho Miyano].

"Immortality..."

repeated Conan's mouth, his pupils dilated suddenly.

Although he already had a guess about the purpose of the organization.

It is in the pursuit of legendary immortality or rejuvenation.

I thought that the organization wanted to achieve its purpose through drugs.

But I didn't expect it.

Even places that attract tourists as a gimmick that you know when you hear it will have organized footprints.

Why?

Conan was a little puzzled.

Judging from the fact that the other party has developed its own smaller drugs, the other party's research has a direction. The rest just takes time.

It is possible to actually develop drugs that can rejuvenate.

Why would the organization look for such a false rumor?

Unless..., time is not on the other side.

"That Mr. Kurosawa said that it was to take a look at the sunrise for a friend who could not come."

Seeing Conan's doubts, Natsuki added faintly.

Conan was instantly clear.

Can't come to friends....

I'm afraid it's not the boss behind the organization....

It is estimated that he is already an old man who is about to die.

Conan silently calculated.

A person who is approaching, by common sense, is probably between 75-100 years old.

To be able to develop such a drug, and to have an organization like Gin Jiu that extorts hundreds of millions of dollars at every turn, the financial resources of the people behind it can be imagined.

Such a person has no shortage of experts in private medical care to prolong his life.

So the other party's age may be even older....

Nearly a hundred years old is the most likely.

"A nearly hundred-year-old, chaebol, head of the family..." Conan

assumed the identity of the twilight man based on his judgment.

Natsuki nodded.

"They call him, Boss."