[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

"That is to say, the organizer of this exhibition, Tarumi Inohiko, also held a Ryoma exhibition 20 years ago. The three treasures stolen at that time were the unfinished letter Ryoma wrote to his beloved wife the night before he was assassinated, the wine glass stained with his blood when he was assassinated, and the gun he hid in his arms at the time.

There are so many fakes. This Mr. Inohiko must have spent a lot of money."

Kaito Kuroba pinched his nose with a headache at the professor who appeared in the store at some point.

"Your special."

Mr. Terai was very discerning and made a gorgeous cocktail (non-alcoholic version) for Ryo Wakaki.

"Thank you."

"Why spend so much money?" Kuroba Kaito complained, "Letter paper and wine glasses are made in a factory, the cost is as low as it can be. This model gun is relatively realistic, and lead blocks are added to the handle, so the cost is relatively high."

Kuroba Kaito took out a pistol from the pile of pistols on the table, aimed at Wakaki Ryo, then put his index finger on the trigger and turned the gun very handsomely.

"Wipe it off, it will leave fingerprints."

Wakaki Ryo threw a handkerchief on Touzi's face.

Kuroba Kaito: ...

He silently wiped the pistol he had just touched.

Wakaki Ryo stretched out his gloved right hand and picked up a replica of a small wine glass with blood stains on it.

"I'm talking about this. The pattern on it is not made of paint, but real blood~"

Wakagi Ryo looked at the pile of fakes that Kuroba Kaito found in the secret room of his home. The Kaito Lady had collected a table full of fakes over the years.

"Isn't it enough to spend 'blood money'?"

Kuroba Kaito touched his nose and couldn't refute.

"Ahem, anyway, the Ryoma exhibition has already started. I'll find time to send a notice letter."

Wakagi Ryo took a look at the notice letter with a very riddle-like content, which was obviously in the style of Kid.

"Don't you add a watermark or anti-counterfeiting mark on your notice letter?"

No wonder no matter whether it is the daily version or the theater version, there will always be people who send fake notice letters in the name of Kaito Kid, so as to complete the KPI of summoning the real Kaito Kid on the same day.

Kuroba Kaito squinted his eyes and smiled complacently.

"By the way, there can be two famous detectives on the scene this time. Kanto and Kansai have formed a black and white duo to bury the world-famous Kaito Kid. Don't they really need a little help?"

"It depends on the situation. I'm not going to steal anything this time. I hope the two famous detectives won't kill me."

Kuroba Kaito shook his head, but did not explicitly refuse.

It was already troublesome to have that kid with glasses. This time there was another black-skinned detective, and he was a little worried that he might get into trouble.

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Ryo Wakagi arrived at the Ryoma exhibition early.

With Suzuki Sonoko as their own, they could easily get tickets for any exhibition related to the Suzuki Group.

Xiaolan, Kazuha and Sonoko gathered together and chattered about the various exhibits in the exhibition.

The Buddha statues that Ryoma admired, the kendama that Ryoma played with when he was a child, the essays that Ryoma wrote...

There is also a vase that is more than one meter high. It is said that Ryoma hid in it when he was a child playing hide-and-seek, and he almost couldn't get out.

Sima Guang: I know this!

Wakagi Ryo's mouth twitched. How come this exhibition is like a grocery store? All kinds of messy things can get in.

The organizer Tarumi Inohiko and the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced chief appraiser beside him, whose name is completely unremembered, explained to Wakagi Ryo and others, and then left the exhibition hall with a sense of superiority that came from nowhere.

Suzuki Jirokichi frowned and stared at their backs.

He always felt that there was something wrong with these two people.

Conan looked up at the old man who had always been strong, "Uncle Jiroji, the protection measures for these exhibits don't seem to be very strict. Did Mr. Inohiko buy huge insurance for them? Why do they look like they don't worry about theft at all?"

Suzuki Jiroji shook his head, "I checked, the insurance money is pitifully small, and the admission fee is also very cheap. I can't figure out where their profit point is."

Although Grandpa Suzuki usually takes you to do something else, in terms of making money, he has inherited the ancestral skills of the Suzuki family.

Although he has always challenged Kaito Kid with great fanfare, and the advertisements are everywhere on TV and newspapers. Every anti-theft measure also costs a lot of money, but these are all based on the premise that he is confident that he can get his money back through the Kaito Kid effect..

However, this Ryoma exhibition lasted only two days. Knowing that Kaito Kidd would come, they did not buy high insurance for the exhibits, and the ticket price was extremely cheap.

Therefore, out of his inner intuition, Suzuki Jiro gave up the idea of ​​purchasing these collections and chose to wait and see.

Wakagi Ryo glanced at the "Kaito Kidd Return Treasure Reserved Area" that was deliberately vacated in the venue, thinking about the feasibility of backstabbing Douzi after he appeared and throwing him into this circled one-third acre of land to collect tickets.

The money is not the point. The point is that the little pigeon who is aggrieved and may be wet should give a lot of emotional points.

At this moment, Kuroba Kaito, who has disguised himself as a fat man and sneaked into the venue, suddenly sneezed loudly.

Conan didn't know what he thought of at this moment. He looked at Hattori Heiji. The two exchanged glances in the air, and suddenly turned around and ran out of the door as if they had discussed it.

"Conan!"

"Heiji?"

Sonoko's mouth twitched, and she complained: "Three beautiful women are standing here, but this one, the big one and the small one, just knows how to run outside. Do detectives have zero aesthetic taste?

Brother Wakamu is better!"

Wakamu Ryo smiled at Sonoko, and then took out a folding umbrella from the small bag he always brought with him whenever he went out with Conan.

The lights in the exhibition hall suddenly dimmed.

Nakamori Ginzo, a Kid PTSD patient, immediately jumped out of the monitoring room, and then stepped on the spot to see the gorgeous appearance of Kaito Kid.

With the cheers of the fans in the audience, Kaito Kid took out a box of matches from his arms, slid the matches gently to ignite them, and blew gently at the flames.

The sudden strong flames immediately triggered the fire sprinklers in the room.

What a fire escape technique!

Wakamu Ryo opened the folding umbrella in his hand and blocked the three girls around him.

The next second, an accident happened.

One of the fire sprinklers suddenly cracked with a click, and the water flow tilted like a column, soaking Ryo Wakaki who was right below.

"Ah, Brother Wakaki!"

The three girls next to him were unharmed, at most the hem of their skirts was wet.

Ryo Wakaki wiped his face and looked at Kuroba Kaito in the middle of the exhibition hall.

Touzi's whole body stiffened slightly, and suddenly he felt as if he was enveloped by a murderous aura.

As the rain washed away, the explanation board that Kidd had tampered with early on also revealed all the contents about the counterfeits in this exhibition.

Nakamori Ginzo and other police officers immediately arrested Tarumi Inohiko and his appraiser.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Ryo Wakaki said to Xiaolan and the others, shaking his wet hair and walking towards the bathroom.

As a place where Conan often uses invisibility and switching accounts, a tense confrontation is taking place in the bathroom at this moment.

Hattori Heiji blocked the exit of the bathroom and locked the door.

Conan held up the watch-shaped tranquilizer gun, aimed at Kaito Kid, and started to talk about the reasoning show of time-stopping.

"I caught you, Mr. Kaito who calls himself Ryoma."

Wakagi Ryo appeared silently outside the bathroom, opened the small map to confirm the situation inside, shook his wet sleeves, and showed a blackened smile.

Then, the toilet in the innermost compartment of the bathroom suddenly exploded, and an unspeakable smell spread in the enclosed space.

!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ

The three people in the bathroom were shocked.

Conan's reasoning was interrupted, and he no longer wanted to continue, and stepped back several steps with his short legs.

Hattori Heiji immediately turned around and wanted to open the bathroom door.

(꒪Д꒪)ノ

"The door, the door lock is broken!!"

Conan/Kid: !!!

"Bang!" The second toilet exploded, and the sewage began to gradually spread out of the cubicle.

Kid leaned over and picked up the little detective, temporarily placed him on the sink, then pushed Hattori Heiji away, took out the steel wire he carried with him and started to pry the lock.

"Hey, hey, hurry up! Aren't you a thief? How come you can't even pry open a toilet door!!"

Hattori Heiji's Osaka accent was so anxious that it almost changed.

He would rather fight a gunman one-on-one than be drowned in something indescribable because of a toilet explosion.

"You're asking me, I want to ask you something, did you use concrete when you locked the door? It's so blocked that it can't be pried open!"

Conan's voice was a little panicked, "If you can't go through the door, break the window, come over here!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Kuroba Kaito took out the poker gun and shot two shotsHe smashed the window directly, then turned over and jumped onto the sink, picked up his short legs and flipped out of the high window.

Hattori Heiji followed closely behind, struggling to jump out of the window and escaped from the horrible scene.

Wakagi Ryo, who had already left the exhibition hall, looked at the emotional value on the panel, touched his hair that was still dripping with water, and exhaled.

Comfortable.