Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Is this okay? We can just come in with the ticket. This ticket is unlikely to be prepared for me, right?"

After entering the stadium with the ticket and following Yuji, Makuto saw him looking around, so he asked curiously: "What are you looking for?"

[Could it be that he found something in just a short time after coming in? ]

Thinking that he just walked in, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling that his reasoning and observation skills need to be improved.

"If I'm not mistaken, the ticket should be prepared for Conan and me, but since he has no intention of participating in it, he is just traveling in the Sherlock Holmes Museum, and if no one else comes, it's okay to give you a ticket."

[That is to say, if anyone of them comes, I have to wait outside the stadium, right? ]

"As for me now..."

Seeming to have discovered something, the boy looked at Yuji with his eyes lit up, and then immediately ran to the passage on the second floor. He didn't have time to catch up. When he chased after him, he saw Kudo Yuji took out money to buy coffee and a super large bucket of popcorn.

"You're just looking for this after all this time?!"

Glancing at him, Yuji pointed to his stomach and took the coffee.

"I'm just hungry, and I haven't had coffee for five hours."

The boy put the popcorn in Makuto's hand, using him as a shelf, and then leaned against the railing with coffee in both hands.

"I actually thought about it for a while. Macoto didn't make sense in English. I found out that it was real after changing it to Japanese with romanization. It turned out that your name was fake. It's quite interesting."

"Hey...you found it."

Shrugged, Yuji smiled and said, "Actually, when I called you Macoto, Miss Kinoshita looked at me a little strangely, and then I realized that your name was wrong."

"Is that so..." The boy's eyes were slightly disappointed, but it disappeared. He raised his head and took a breath: "My name is actually..."

"Wait, wait." Yuji stopped him: "I'll call you Macoto first."

After being stared at by him with a puzzled look, Yuji bit the lid of the coffee cup with his mouth to open the cup and took a sip.

"This is more interesting, isn't it? You can call me Yuji too."

After the two of them simply dealt with the food, they sat on the public chairs in the stadium together and checked their tickets.

"It's a ticket very close to the stadium, but now the first game is about to start, we can only wait until the intermission of the first game to enter, so next..." Yuji snorted.

"What are we going to do next?"

Makuto looked at Yuji covering his face with a hat, hugging his chest and preparing to sleep, and his mouth twitched.

"Don't worry, someone will guide us."

………

"You are having a lot of fun."

Seeing Edogawa Conan actually competing with a bunch of children for the opportunity to be stamped by the staff, Huiyuan Ai laughed.

"You are also..."

Looking at the red pipe red mark on the back of his hand with care, Conan rolled his eyes and pointed at the detective hat on Xiao Ai's head and the Sherlock Holmes windbreaker she was wearing.

"Did you buy it from the souvenir shop next door? It's a bit big."

Pressing the hat on her head firmly, Xiao Ai raised her head proudly, seeming to enjoy being envied by Kudo Shinichi.

"My sister bought it for me. What a pity. The one I'm wearing is the one I'm wearing today. If you want to buy it, you'll probably have to wait until tomorrow."

"Tsk, I've already studied souvenirs with Yuji. They're just things made in other places and sold here..."

"Oh, why can I smell a sour smell even when I cover my nose..." Covering her nose with her hand, Xiao Ai raised the corners of her mouth and turned the label of the windbreaker to Conan.

"What a pity. This dress was indeed commissioned by the museum to be made locally, and only 30 pieces are made a month. The rule has been set since the museum was established four years ago. As long as you can solve the puzzle written on the sign at the door of the souvenir shop, you are eligible to buy clothes."

Although Xiao Ai didn't seem to be interested in this trip at all, when she learned that her sister had made such a guide, she immediately left the group and went to the souvenir shop.

"But I'm surprised that you like Sherlock Holmes so much, but you didn't make a strategy in advance?"

Conan looked depressed, his face full of unhappiness: "Ou-chan has been with me all the time, worried that I'm unhappy because of my parents' accident, how can I have time to look up any strategy."

The two walked out of the museum together, looking at the bronze statue of Sherlock Holmes, Conan stared at Holmes' face helplessly, thinking of his experience during this period.

"I can't remember how long it was since Kudo Shinichi happened. It's only been a month, but I feel like more than ten years have passed."

[Holmes of Heisei... I won't become Holmes of the next era, right? 】

Just as Conan was sighing, the two suddenly heard a boy not far away shouting nervously.

"Hurry up, I must find Holmes! Hurry up and take me to see Holmes!"

Perhaps because he had seen too many children like this, the guard comforted him and hoped that the child would go back first on the grounds that "Holmes went out to solve a case."

"You are lying, you must be lying to me!" The blond boy held the drink in his hand: "If you are not lying to me, then tell me where Mr. Holmes went to handle the case!"

"This..."

The security guard was obviously distressed. Logically, a child with such thoughts should have known that Holmes was not a real person, but this child...

"Little friend, Holmes is not real..." The security guard muttered in a low voice, but was yelled at by the child.

"No! I have seen Mr. Holmes! He talked to me not long ago!"

The guard who was yelled at was not angry. He thought that the child was just lying to see Holmes. He smiled and said, "Holmes..."

"If we can't find Mr. Holmes, someone will die! The situation is urgent. I must see Holmes!"

Seeing that the guard still didn't agree, he simply planned to rush into the museum to find him.

"Wait!"

The boy turned around and saw a boy in a blue suit, gray shorts and red and white sneakers. Although he looked anxious, he still stopped.

"You are..."

"Even if you rush in, you can't find Mr. Holmes."

"You don't want to say that Mr. Holmes doesn't exist." The boy looked Conan up and down: "If that's the case, don't say it."

He looked up at his watch: "Oh no, my sister's game is about to start."

"The game... is it Wimbledon?"

Lowering his head, Conan muttered softly in Japanese, but found that the boy was looking at him in shock, so he asked again in Japanese: "Do you understand Japanese?"

"Well, I stayed in Japan for a while before, so I can understand it. How do you know my sister's game is at Wimbledon?"

"It's nothing, because..." Conan laughed.

"I'm Holmes's disciple."