Coroner Coroner

"Today, the planner pretended to be Kaitou Kidd and sent us an invitation letter. Could it be that he wanted to invite detectives and scholars like us to solve the mystery of the treasure for him like Renye Karasuma did back then?"

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Thinking of Karasuma Renye's previous operations, everyone can vaguely guess the purpose of the mysterious man inviting famous detectives to the banquet.

"But…"

"Didn't all the people who knew about the treasure at the beginning were killed by Renye Karasuma?"

"Since no one knows about the existence of this treasure, how did the mysterious person who set up a trick to invite us here today know about this treasure?"

"Or…"

"He didn't know the existence of this treasure at all."

"Just happened to choose the Twilight Pavilion, and simply wanted to invite the detectives over for a party?"

Mao Lilan frowned slightly, carefully guessing the intention of the person who set up the situation.

And Belmode failed to give an answer:

"Who knows?"

"Aren't we here for the banquet today to clarify these issues?"

"Don't worry... When we go, the answer will naturally surface."

She shrugged indifferently, reassuring the cranky Mao Lilan.

At the same time, the Twilight Pavilion entrenched in the distance is gradually approaching.

As long as you cross another bridge, drive through several winding and overlapping bends, and climb up the long hillside, you can reach the "castle" standing among the mountains.

And just then...

click -

A figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road ahead.

Belmode stepped on the emergency brake in time, and the front of the car stopped in front of the uninvited guest.

The headlights shone on the man's body, outlining a ravine-ridden face.

"Mountain, mountain demon mother-in-law?!"

Mao Lilan, who was afraid of ghosts, was suddenly frightened and screamed.

"I'm so sorry..."

The old lady standing in front of the car sighed helplessly.

Of course she is not a mountain demon mother-in-law, just an old woman wearing a windbreaker, glasses, and holding an umbrella, with a gentle and old face, and a weak and harmless temperament.

"Everyone, cough, cough, cough..."

The old lady was holding her nose, as if she had caught a cold in this rainy day, she couldn't stop coughing and runny nose.

But she still stood firmly in front of the car, and quietly observed Belmode in the driver's seat, and Lin Xinyi in the co-driver.

Then she pointed to a car parked on the side of the road not far behind her:

"As you saw, my lovely Fiat engine stalled."

"So I'm just waiting here to see if anyone passing by can give me a ride."

Saying that, the old woman held an umbrella and walked to the driver's seat very familiarly:

"This beautiful lady."

"You're going to the front house too, right?"

"Since it's on the way, can you give me a ride?"

Belmode didn't answer, but turned his head and cast his inquiring eyes on Lin Xinyi.

Lin Xin must have looked at the old woman.

After pondering for a while, he replied:

"It's still raining, and the old lady is still sick and running nose. We can't leave her alone in the mountains."

"Come on, there's room in the back seat."

"Thank you very much." The old lady nodded slightly in thanks, then opened the rear door naturally, and sat in the back row together with Conan, Caesar, and Mao Lilan.

"Wow, woof?" Caesar looked at her warily.

"Police dog?" The old woman smiled slightly.

Caesar didn't wear a police dog's vest, but that sharp and wise temperament was not something that ordinary dogs and vulgar dogs could possess.

"I didn't see it wrong."

"The gentleman in the passenger seat should be the most famous detective in Tokyo today, the nemesis of Phantom Thief Kidd, the magician of death, the unicorn of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the administrator of Lin Xinyilin?"

"It's me." After staying in Japan for a long time, Lin Xinyi has gotten used to his secondary school titles.

He frankly admitted his identity, and asked:

"excuse me, you are?"

"Thousands of descendants."

The old woman confidently announced her name:

"Like you, a detective."

"Qianjian descended?!" Before Lin Xinyi could speak, Mao Lilan opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Dad and childhood sweethearts are both detectives. As a half-inner, she is too familiar with the names of those big names in the circle:

"Qianjian Jiangdai... Are you the famous 'Easy Chair Detective' who sits in an easy chair and can solve a case just by listening to other people's stories?"

There was no need for Qianjian to introduce herself, Mao Lilan helped to reveal her extraordinary identity.

"Yes, I do have such a title."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Manager Lin's favorite student, the 'beautiful girl forensic doctor' who has gradually emerged in Tokyo recently, Ms. Mo Lilan?"

Qianjian Jiangdai smiled and nodded in response, and had a wave of business exchanges with Mao Lilan.

At the same time, she was quietly observing the details of the interior of the car.

Then, without waiting for Mao Lilan, Lin Xinyi and others to speak again, she said to herself:

"Although the ashtray in the car has no cigarette butts, it is still stained with ash. It should look like I just dumped the garbage at the gas station in front of me."

"It seems that some of you still smoke."

Belmode does smoke.

It is more than 600 kilometers from Tokyo to Tottori, and she did smoke a lot of cigarettes to refresh herself on the road.

Qianjian Jiangdai casually recounted the information she read out, and then sincerely asked:

"Sorry, I have an unkind request:"

"I'm very afraid of the smell of smoke, and I get a headache when I smell the smell of cigarettes."

"In addition, I may have caught a cold today, and my body is already uncomfortable, and I have been coughing and runny nose."

"So if I may..."

"I hope everyone can bear with it and try not to smoke in front of me."

However, Mao Lilan noticed a paragraph deliberately added and secretly highlighted in her exclamation:

"'Just emptied an ashtray at the gas station'?"

“Qianjian mother-in-law, how do you know that we just went to the gas station?”

"It's simple."

Qian Jianjiang glanced at the dashboard:

"Oil gauge, full."

She gave a reasoning that could not have been more concise.

Mao Lilan showed her admiration in a naive manner, admiring her meticulous observation.

But the well-informed Belmode and Conan were calm.

And Lin Xin, a detective who has seen a lot, can also see what kind of tricks she is playing:

Meet and know people, the old routine of detectives.

Just like a magic stick coming to your door to cheat, you must say some secret information such as "how many people are in your family" and "what troubles have you encountered recently", so as to show your ability of "foreseeing", put on momentum, suppress Live.

Although the profession of detective is different from that of magic stick.

But famous detectives are also keen to design a bullish opening for themselves, to show their powerful reasoning ability as a famous detective in front of others.

For example, when Sherlock Holmes met Watson for the first time, he rushed to tell the fact that he was a veteran who climbed out of the imperial cemetery before Watson introduced himself.

Thinking about utilitarianism, this is a marketing tool for detectives to build their personal brands.

Thinking about it purely, it is a very happy thing to show a little in front of others.

After all... If you are talented, you don't pretend to be B, you walk around like a night in clothes.

Pretending to be B is originally the source of driving human progress and the basic emotional needs of human objective existence.

like now...

Qianjian Jiangdai self-servingly mentioned the fact that they had just been to the gas station, just to show their reasoning ability.

Unfortunately, Miss Maori was the only one who responded enthusiastically to her.

Conan and Lin Xinyi didn't react much, and Belmode was even less interested and didn't care.

The air fell into silence for a while.

The atmosphere was still a little awkward.

And famous detectives are more or less competitive.

Without a competitive heart, not keen on showing off in front of others, it is difficult to gain a reputation in this circle.