[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Vodka probably turned into a clam that could not be pried open no matter how hard he tried, because he had just been beaten by Gin. No matter how much Bayonetta tried to probe him, she could not get any useful information out of him.

Sangria also understood the essence of posting only half of the picture. After that fatal century photo, no matter how Vermouth poked him, he never replied again.

So, what happened to my godson!

Was he shot dead by Gin, or was he locked up in an interrogation room somewhere and tortured?

Vermouth, whose mentality and expression collapsed, drank all the red wine in one gulp, and the cold wine slowly calmed her down.

Sangria knew early on that Conan = Kudo Shinichi, and she also knew that Sangria temporarily protected Shirley, the traitor, for some reason. They both had a tacit understanding, and he would not rashly do anything to Conan, otherwise he would not have needed to be at Rum's side early to cover for Maori Kogoro and others.

Moreover, looking carefully at the photo he sent, although there was only a cabinet between Conan and Gin, and because the photo was taken from an upward angle, Gin seemed to have a particularly strong sense of oppression.

However, Conan and Gin's sights were not focused, so Gin was very likely not to have discovered Conan hiding in the cabinet at the time.

As for why Sangria deliberately sent her such a photo late at night...

Vermouth's face darkened.

That little lunatic would not deliberately want to mess with her mentality and not let her have a good beauty sleep.

If you think about it this way, with Sangria's personality, the possibility of doing such a thing is as high as 90%. Sister Bay suddenly showed a dark smile on her face, and with a click, she pinched a crack in the high-heeled glass in her hand.

What should I do if my hands are itchy?

But it must be said that Sangria's plan was very successful. Even though it was confirmed that he deliberately sent such a misleading photo, Sister Bayonet had to go to investigate the situation out of concern for her godson.

What's even more hateful is that the other party can use Conan and Xiaolan to control her steadily, but if she threatens her with Shirley... Thinking of Sangria's endless scare of Shirley in the past and the current Haibara Ai, Vermouth even reasonably suspected that he did not report Shirley's information to Gin just to keep Shirley under his nose.

Threatening for fun every day.

So, counter-threats are useless!

Vermouth threw away the cracked goblet, turned around and changed her clothes, and then disguised herself into a face that would never be recognized in a crowd, and left the presidential suite with gritted teeth.

Her beauty sleep has been ruined!

Early the next morning,

When Wakagi Ryo woke up from a good sleep, he found a beetle looking out of the door of Dr. Agasa's house.

The wild beetle was relieved when she found Conan safely emerged from the door of the doctor's house without missing any limbs. She turned around and stared at the door of Wakagi Ryo's house next door with cold eyes.

Wakagi Ryo opened the window on the second floor and greeted the disguised beetle with a smile outside the window.

Vermouth: (▼ヘ▼#)

You can't hide the look in your eyes when you want to stab someone.

Sangria, you'd better not sleep too deeply at night!

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After being severely punished by Vermouth, the next few days were calm.

Conan was temporarily at peace because of the experience of almost turning over and being suffocated to death in the closet.

As for the other members of the Junior Detective Team, after the announcement of their disbandment last time, the other three little ones rarely appeared at the doctor's house.

Of course, it may also be because they still have to experience the large-scale simulation of "die in various ways if you don't do your homework well" in their dreams every night.

And it is guaranteed that the way of death every day is absolutely different~

So now every day after school, these three rush back home like there are ghosts chasing them, and finish their homework first.

Without the bombing of the detective team, the public security near Mihua has increased by 1 percentage point.

"Brother Wakagi, has Hattori come to you?"

Conan shouted outside the yard of Wakagi Ryo's house, and the doorman, the little black cat, jumped up very skillfully to open the door for Conan, not caring about the safety of the owner at all, and let this walking death in.

Wakagi Ryo glanced at the little black cat and silently reduced its food rations for this month.

It's time to let the cats and dogs in the yard remember that some people can't be let into the house casually. Otherwise, Conan will be in trouble.What if he suddenly decided to shoot an episode here today?

Should he really twist Conan's head off to calm him down?

"What's wrong, Conan? Osaka mailbox... No, is the black chicken missing again?"

Conan frowned and replied, "Well, he said he would bring Kazuha here when he feels better. It's already two o'clock now, and I still haven't seen him, so I thought..."

Could it be because the latest episode of "Food City" that was released yesterday, after 7 books of various warm and delicious plots, was once again crazy, causing Kazuha, a die-hard fan, to explode, so he couldn't help but want to kill the author offline.

Wakagi Ryo shook his head: "I was drawing at home all day today, and I didn't see them."

Conan: ...

"Can you be a human being when you draw the manuscript?"

Wakagi Ryo's eyes drifted, and he perfunctorily said a few words, forcibly changing the subject.

"Have you called?"

"It says it's off. With Hattori's personality, he probably forgot to charge it and it turned off automatically."

"Both phones are off?"

"Yes, Xiaolan also called Aunt Jinghua to confirm that Hattori left with Kazuha early in the morning."

Wakagi Ryo raised his eyebrows: "That's for sure. Hattori Heiji will never forget his date with the Kudo vixen no matter what he forgets."

Conan: "Hey, hey."

Half-moon eyes stared at Wakagi Ryo for two seconds, attacking him with old tricks. Conan turned his head and touched his chin and began to think: "If they are not with you, I think something may have happened."

Wakagi Ryo nodded in agreement, and then grabbed Conan's forehead. It's been a long time since I grabbed it, and I still miss the feeling.

"You can be more confident. Remove the word 'probably' and it will just be an accident. What kind of magical accident-prone constitution do all you detectives have?"

While speaking, Ruomu Liang very skillfully turned his head to avoid a fluffy cat that had climbed up to the second floor at some point, then slipped and swung its claws at his face.

Conan watched Ruomu Liang's extremely skillful combo of turning sideways, tilting his head, and catching the fluffy cat and putting it on the ground. He wanted to ask Ruomu Liang a soul-searching question: How dare you complain about someone having an accident-prone constitution?

"Okay, let's go."

Ruomu Liang clapped his hands and brushed off the cat hair on his body, "Go find this Osaka detective with an accident-prone constitution."

Conan was stunned for a second: "Brother Ruomu, are you going too?"

"I can't go?"

Ruomu Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at the little Corgi who didn't seem to be ready to invite a team.

"Um, then, then can you not bring those weird equipment? Uncle and Xiaolan are here this time, and their fighting power is guaranteed, really!"

Conan subconsciously recalled the experience of meeting Teacher Judy that day, and almost came into close contact with the smoke bomb made by Ryo Wakaki again, and swallowed nervously.

Ryo Wakaki pretended to think for a moment, and then glanced at the emotion value on the panel.

It's really better to make more smoke bombs, look at the effect, awesome!