Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Aren't you going to keep taking a look? You've only been in for ten minutes and you're already ready to leave?"

Standing at the entrance of the museum, holding the paper given by his brother, Yuji heard Makoto's voice behind him and stopped.

The boy wearing a hat also walked out. He found that Kudo Yuji did not show a surprised expression. After checking himself back and forth, he continued to ask: "I thought you would be surprised because I caught up with you?"

"Surprised...why?"

While the corner of Ma Kuotuo's mouth twitched, Yuji pulled out a long cane from his sleeve: "Obviously among these people who are traveling with me, you can only say a few words to me, so naturally you won't stay with me. They visited together, so it’s not surprising that they chased them out.”

Yuji stopped paying attention to the boy and turned his attention back to the schedule of the lawyer and notary.

"By the way, there is a tennis competition being held in the UK recently?"

His eyes lit up, and the boy immediately remembered a classic scene, the confession under Big Ben.

[I have always planned to come to the UK just to reenact this plot, but now I have the chance. 】

"But Kudo Shinichi's confession, what case happened in England at that time, I only remember Sherlock Holmes and so on, it can't be that this bronze statue has been resurrected, right?"

Raising his head, Yuuji suddenly noticed that Macotto's face was in front of him, so he turned around and looked at the bronze statue of Sherlock Holmes.

"As expected, you are a mystery and adventure cartoonist, and you are also a Sherlock Holmes fan!"

"No, I would rather be someone like Conan Doyle than Sherlock Holmes."

Yuji put away his itinerary and decided to go to Wimbledon according to the above plan.

"Wimbledon? But you can't get in now."

Having glanced at the content on the itinerary, Markuoto immediately guessed the boy's destination and took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "The tickets for the stadium have been sold out, and you can't enter the stadium even if you go now."

"No, if my guess is correct, someone has already prepared a ticket for me at the entrance of the stadium."

He stretched out his hand to wave and braked suddenly when he saw a taxi approaching. After the car stopped, Yuji got into the back seat and looked ahead.

"Hey, then I wish you good luck..."

"Aren't you going to come along?"

The boy noticed that Yuji was looking at him and patted the seat next to him: "Anyway, you will follow me secretly. Come together and save the taxi fare, right?"

"No need, I myself..."

"I'd like you to come with me, okay."

Grabbing the boy's arm and pulling him into the car, Yuji ignored the boy's guilty conscience and directly reported the address of the competition stadium.

"Speaking of the stadium for this competition, it was actually just renovated last week. I heard that because there was really no time, only the security office outside the north entrance was not renovated."

The driver introduced the two of them enthusiastically, but when no one responded to him, he had no choice but to drive.

After testing the driver in Japanese, he found that he didn't seem to understand. Yuji leaned on the back of the seat and pretended to have a serious expression: "Because you are Miss Campbell's nephew, I will only ask once, do you have any permission to approach us?" What purpose?"

Ma Kuotuo's expression also suddenly became silent from the laughter just now. He clenched his fists and seemed to be hesitating.

"Your initial goal was Conan, but the moment you saw me, you gave up on Conan and turned to talk to me."

In fact, he didn't see the flaw in his disguise at all. He was just observing himself when his group first entered the cemetery.

Yuji pressed the end of the cane against Macuoto's waist, but did not turn on the switch, scaring him: "With this cane, as long as I press the button, you will be shocked to the point of shock immediately, so you'd better keep talking."

"I…"

The boy's whole body muscles were tense, but remembering that there was a driver in the taxi, he had to relax and think about his prevarication.

"I…"

It took him three minutes to finally think of a less stupid explanation, but he felt the boy beside him take back his cane, as if he had done nothing or said nothing just now.

"I was teasing you just now, so I didn't scare you."

The taxi stopped on the side of the road, and Ma Kuotu realized that he had arrived at the competition stadium. He felt that his back was soaked, so he got out of the car from the right at Yuji's urging.

The two of them walked around the outside of the stadium along the sidewalk. Holding his hat, Yuji drew something on the ground with his cane. Then he took Macuoto and ran to the north entrance, and found two pictures under the window of the doorman's office. Tickets.

"How did you know there were tickets here?"

After brushing off the dust on his hands, Yuji shook the ticket: "The door to Conan's house is obviously a lock from ten years ago, but the internal structure is still brand new."

My parents are coming here in the afternoon to see the game schedule. The outside is old and the inside is new. Judging from the driver's enthusiastic introduction just now, except for the security office at the north entrance, the entire stadium has been renovated and can match.

"And I don't know if you've noticed, but the structure of that dusty shabby house is actually very similar to this stadium, and the gate also faces north. I just secretly asked someone (Hiroki) to investigate and found that half a month ago, there was just a field there. space."

Looking back at the taxi just now, Yuji laughed.

The most important thing is…

[It’s rare for my mother to step on the accelerator so firmly...]

………

"Have you found anything? If not, you'd better stay with Conan instead of wandering around here, lest someone think badly of him."

Leaning against the wall of the living room, Kisaki Eri watched her husband jumping up and down, even lifting the toilet lid to look, and felt a little impatient.

"It's clear that this house was built not long ago. It's impossible for it to have so much dust like it does now, and it's unlikely to use a lock from more than ten years ago."

Mouri Kogoro nodded confidently, and found that Dr. Agasa was looking at him with a puzzled look, and hurriedly called several people to the bathroom together.

"Look at this toilet."

Mouri Kogoro took off the toilet lid and pointed to the small inscription under the edge of the toilet lid.

"It says a date from ten years ago. Is there something wrong?"

"Of course it's wrong. I checked it and the flushing function of this toilet is just like a new one, and the inscription on the toilet lid doesn't match the one in the flush tank."

"Maybe the toilet lid was replaced halfway. You have broken the toilet tank lid on the third floor of our house three times."

Hiki Eri crossed her arms and noticed that Maori Kogoro raised his index finger and waved it, then directly put his hand into the tank.

"The most important thing is that I roughly touched it and found that the internal structure here is exactly the same as the toilet that was just released here, but the appearance is old."

Hearing this, Hiki Eri also became serious. She looked at her husband who pulled his hand out, frowned, and took a few steps back.

"You spent three hours to find this? If you want to know about the house, wouldn't it be better to just find someone who lives nearby?"