[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

But even if you kill someone with your own hands, you have to clean up the body first, even if you cry.

Don't panic, it's just a theater version. Without Sawaki Kouhei, I can do it myself.

Wakagi Ryo cast a decomposition spell on the innocent motorcycle on the ground, then flew 5 kilometers with the body in the middle of the night, and threw the body into Tokyo Bay.

Well, as for whether this will pollute the environment.

The pollution caused by a mere body is far less than that of nuclear waste water. Don't underestimate the water quality of Japan.

If I remember correctly, in the list that Sawaki Kouhei put on to make up the numbers, Dr. Agasa represented the number eleven. In other words, Inspector Megure, who represented thirteen, and Eri Kisaki, who represented 12, have both been attacked.

I still have to find a chance to visit the hospital after dawn.

Write it down.

The next morning, Wakagi Ryo asked Conan about Eri Kisaki's ward number, and came to the inpatient department of Beika General Hospital with a fruit basket and a gift bag.

Eri Kisaki lay on the bed with her hair loose, her face looked a little pale, but compared to her usual coolness, she looked a little more gentle.

Xiaolan sat beside the bed, holding Eri Kisaki's hand and talking to her. Conan stayed by her side obediently, just holding the two small paper props left by Inspector Megure and Director Eri Kisaki at the scene and thinking carefully.

Kogoro Mouri sat on the other side of the bed, peeling an apple. Although he was complaining about something, he was very considerate in his hands and peeled the apple into small pieces suitable for eating, and inserted a toothpick.

"Auntie Eri, are you feeling better?"

After peeling the fruit, Maori Kogoro wiped his hands and looked at Wakaki Ryo and said, "She was sent to the hospital in time, so she's fine. She just needs to recuperate in the hospital for a while.

You don't need to bring so many gifts when you come to visit."

Wakaki Ryo: "The gifts were prepared a long time ago. I thought it wouldn't take a few days, so I just brought them all together."

If I remember correctly, it seems that Eri Kisaki's birthday is the day after tomorrow. You don't even remember your wife's birthday... Oh wait, this is the timeline of Science. I don't know when the day after tomorrow will come. That's fine.

Maori Ran glared at Maori Kogoro with a look of disappointment. Wakaki knew what day his mother's birthday was, but you, as a husband, couldn't even remember it!

Fei Eri also helplessly glared at Kogoro, and she thought for the countless times in her heart whether she should really make Maori Kogoro her ex-husband.

"Mom, this is so pretty."

At Wakagi Ryo's suggestion, Xiaolan opened the gift box. He gave Eri Kisaki a silver-white smartphone with floral patterns on the back cover. If you look closely, you will find that there is a tiny Hiragana of Maori Kogoro hidden in the overall pattern.

Because the font has been processed, it is difficult to distinguish it from the surrounding patterns if you don't look carefully.

As a technical geek, how can Wakagi Ryo give the prototype away without doing something fancy?

"The black one next to it..."

Xiaolan looked at another black phone in the box.

"Oh, this is for Uncle Maori."

The black body is treated in the same way, but the Hiragana in the pattern is Eri Kisaki's name.

Maori Kogoro saw the mystery in the pattern at a glance, holding the phone for a long time and reluctant to let go, and then beeped very quietly.

"Children, don't meddle in other people's business."

Ran Maori:?

She looked at Eri Kisaki, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, and then looked at Kogoro Maori, who was hiding his embarrassment with his hands in his pockets. The two looked at the sky and the earth but not at each other. When their eyes accidentally met, they immediately looked away as if they were electrocuted.

They were like elementary school kids who had never been in love.

Conan's half-moon eyes silently complained in his heart that these two adults had started to show their affection unconsciously as soon as they met. Why did they separate in the first place?

It always felt like the other three people in the ward had become light bulbs that were automatically ignored by the two adults.

Wakagi·Light Bulb·Ryo coughed lightly, briefly introduced the usage to Kogoro Maori and Eri Kisaki, and then took out another box and handed it to Xiaolan.

Ran Maori:!

"Do I have one too?"

Ryo Wakagi: "It's a thank you gift for inviting me to Izu. I've also prepared one for Sonoko and Kyogoku."

He remembered that Mao Lilan liked red, so he sprayed the back cover with red paint and hand-painted a Kudo Shinichi on it.

There was another blue phone in the box, no doubt it was prepared for Kudo Shinichi.

The question is red and blue since ancient times.

Xiaolan's cheeks were red.He pressed the Shinichi on the back cover of the phone, looked up secretly, and found that his parents were still in that subtle atmosphere, and did not notice the small drama here.

"Take it, Xiaolan, you also saw that it is not appropriate to give this machine to others, right."

Conan reached out and took the other blue one in the box, with a hand-painted Mao Lilan machine on the back, and looked at Wakagi Ryo with extremely resentful eyes.

Can't you give me a mobile phone secretly?

Let Xiaolan pass it on for me, do you think I dare to take it out in front of her in the future?

And there is a hand-painted pattern on it, I want to say that it is the same model that Kudo Shinichi bought.

Ke Ke, whose retreat was blocked by his friends in advance, was in a very bad mood.

Then he saw the smile of a successful prank on his friend's face.

[Find a way to make it up yourself, Shinichi. 】

Wakagi Ryo took advantage of Xiaolan's turn and said this to Conan silently with his mouth.

Conan: o(▼皿▼メ;)o

After going through an extremely complicated psychological struggle, Conan took a deep breath and then hugged Ryo Wakaki's calf.

"Brother Wakaki, I want one too~, Conan also wants a phone with Xiaolan's portrait! It must be exactly the same as Brother Shinichi's!"

Ran Maoli was embarrassed for a moment, then tried to pick up Conan who was dancing and playing tricks, and apologized to Ryo Wakaki.

"Sorry, brother Wakaki."

"It's okay, you can see that Conan really likes Xiaolan."

Conan had already put his face on the table, and shook Ryo Wakaki's calf.

"Brother Wakaki!"

Ryo Wakaki tried to suppress the corners of his mouth that were raised, and coughed lightly to prevent himself from laughing wildly, and then was taken away by the angry death god.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you one that's exactly the same as this one."

Ryo Wakagi stretched out his hand and stroked Conan's forehead twice, but was slapped away by Conan, who immediately slapped his face after the performance.

Ryo Wakagi was not angry, anyway, he had secretly recorded the scene just now, and saved it with his backhand and sent it to Kudo Yukiko who was still abroad.

Then he found an opportunity to carry Conan, who was still sulking, to the corner of the stairwell, and took out another phone that had been prepared long ago and gave it to Conan.

Conan looked at the identical mobile phone in his hand, and then looked at Ryo Wakagi, who was smiling.

ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ He did it on purpose!

Do you believe that I will go to your house to shoot a theater version!

"Well, this phone is different from the one Xiaolan has. It has two card slots, and you can put two different phone cards in it.

There is a hidden icon on the desktop. Click it to switch between Conan and Shinichi's two numbers. This icon needs fingerprint authentication, so you don't have to worry about others accidentally touching it and exposing your identity.

But be careful when you reply to messages. If you forget to switch numbers and get exposed by Xiaolan, don't blame me."

Conan:...

Conan was too embarrassed to express his anger, and he quietly dissipated most of it.

Regardless of his bad taste at times, Ruomu is really a very reliable person.

Satisfied with getting a lot of emotional value from Conan, Ruomu Liang turned around and left the hospital, and skillfully avoided the trolleys that wanted to hit him on the road and the syringes and scalpels that flew up inexplicably.

"Are you ready, Moran?"

"Ready, sir."

Ruomu Liang raised his head and looked at the fifth floor where Conan was.

The theater version tailor-made for you is about to begin, detective.