It's been the third day that Ghost Eye has come to RB, and he can't eat or sleep well these days, and the mission target is gone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He had no choice but to do some other research first, such as what kind of beer he likes to drink。。。。。。 Do you like horse racing。。。。。 I also like idol star Yoko...

What the hell are these these, they don't work at all, these have a. The ghost eye tore all the information in his hand and flew all over the sky. It's just a lazy and lascivious old man, and I'm really mad, I'm an A-level killer, and I'm actually sent to do this.

But there may be a turnaround today, and today the family is finally back.

"Xiaolan, bring my beer, I'm going to have a drink today, haha. As soon as Mori Kogoro returned, he threw his shoes and socks aside and lay down on the sofa by himself, "It's really suffocated in the temple." "Especially last night, the monks in the temple didn't look at themselves right.

Wiped out the two companions, and it would be nice not to beat him.

。。。。 "Dad, you're also drunk in the temple. Xiaolan said complainingly.

"Uncle, your feet stink. "The night pinched his nose and walked away from afar.

"What do you mean, little ghost, my feet really stink. Mori Kogoro criticizes Night's attitude and puts his foot next to Conan's nose.

Conan was really tired yesterday, and after it was completely dark, Xiaolan began to frantically look for Conan. Finally woke up and fell asleep listening to music.,And then the night is very cooperative to remember that Conan was tied up under the mountain.,Although I knew.,But it's already more than 10 o'clock in the evening when I find Conan.。 After he came back, he fainted directly, and he didn't wake up until after two o'clock, and then ate and slept for a while, so now Conan is weak and can't do it, and when he comes back, he falls asleep in the corner of the sofa.

Conan, who was asleep, suddenly smelled a pungent smell coming from his nose, it stinks, what is this, how does it feel like there is a salted fish on his face.

When he opened his eyes, an elderly foot appeared in front of him, "Ah, it's Uncle Maori!" Conan quickly jumped out of the way, dodging the gas and continuing to hurt him.

It's better to run back to your room and sleep, it's too dangerous here, and you may die.

The ghost eyes of this family through the window are already going crazy, and they are completely a bad old man~! Ghost-Eye angrily put down the binoculars and turned to leave.

The night in the house raised his eyes to look in the direction of the ghost eye, just now he had not turned his gaze to that side, for fear of being discovered by the other party. The opponent this time... Much stronger than last time. This unique aura should be someone sent by the killer organization to investigate, and it seems to be serious. In the past few days, I have to keep a low profile, and I should be a good elementary school student. It's nothing to be there by yourself, but you must not let Xiaolan and her uncle be in danger.

After two quiet days, everyone in the Maori Detective Agency embarked on the trip again, originally there was no itinerary, but Conan helped everyone sign up for the trip, and with Conan's full promotion, everyone started this trip.

Anyway, the night is neither against nor supported, as long as there is food and drink, and then there is a soft big bed to sleep. And if you leave Tokyo, you might be able to avoid the guy who spies on the Maori detective agency, that guy is really annoying enough to be beaten and watched.

I really want to do it, but I can't, if I attack this monitor, the killer organization will definitely hit with thunder, and then Xiaolan and Maori Kogoro will be implicated almost certainly, and the mortality rate is extremely high. Night is not a god, and if the killer organization sends multiple A-rank killers, he will not be able to deal with it. Not to mention that you have to protect people in such a situation, it is a miracle that you can survive.

This tour is organized by Sherlock Holmes fans, and there is a special car transfer, albeit just a van. The people in the car discuss with each other which of Conan Doyle's works they like the most, and when it's Mori Kogoro's turn... "Ah, what I like is his "Western Train Murder Case" "

Well, the whole car cast a contemptuous look at him, "You want to talk about "The Murder of the Eastern Train", and his author is not Conan Doyle. One woman said.

"Hehe, is that so?" said Mori Kogoro embarrassedly.

"Really, I didn't expect unrelated people to get in this time. ”

"yes, I'm not very interested in this party. ”

。。。。 Kogoro Mori retracted his head back into his seat, and it was better not to speak at this time.

The car drove to a mountain villa and stopped, and when he entered the house, he found that there were already many people inside, and in the middle of this group of people, he saw a familiar black shadow: "Ah, Uncle Black Charcoal, why are you here?" ”

Huh~~~!Hattori had a bad premonition, and when he turned his head, he saw that a little imp in a lilac sweater was waving at him. Although I changed my clothes, I recognized it at a glance. Really.. It's this little imp, he's here too.

Hattori walked over to the night: "First of all, don't call me Black Charcoal, my name is Hattori, how many times have I told you." Second, do I look old! I'm still a high school student, is it necessary to call my uncle to be angry with me?"

Night raised his index finger and shook it at Hattori, "Tut-tut, your anger is still so big, and you are still so impulsive." Do you think I'm deliberately provoking you? If you think so, you're wrong, I'm just testing you, I didn't expect that after so much time, you are still so impulsive, and you haven't grown at all, I'm really worried about the cases you will deal with in the future. Hey!" Night's face was full of worry, like a little old man.

。。。。 Everyone in the room looked at this strange little ghost and thought to themselves, this kid is not simple, so it's better to ignore it.

"Alright, you're all here. You're all Sherlock fans that I've carefully screened。。。。。 The planner of the trip, Hiroyuki Kaneko, said.

"Is it really a strict screening, how do I think a layman has mixed in. Said a middle-aged man who had just opened a train with Mori Kogoro.

"Ah, is it true?" surprised the lady who had been in the living room.

"You see it's the man with the mustache. A man who was also in the car pointed to Kogoro and said.

Maori Kogoro was sneered at by them, where can he stand it, he is about to leave with a stinky face, "I'd better go back"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Maori. The organizer Hiroyuki Kanaya ran over and grabbed Mori Kogoro's hand, "Let me introduce to you, this one can be compared to Sherlock Holmes. ”

"Maori Kogoro, yes, he's got a good mind, but he's still not good compared to Sherlock Holmes. "This time it's a college student.,It seems to be the president of a school's reasoning club.,The name is Kento Toba.。

"Yes, he may not even be able to compare with Dr. Watson, who is next to Mr. Holmes. The young girl next to her followed and said, she was Kento Toba's girlfriend and a member of the Reasoning Society, named Ayako Oki.

"Damn, to say that about me. Mori Kogoro was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

"Don't be angry, Uncle Maori, the opponent is Sherlock Holmes after all. Conan didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Night covered his eyes with his hands, and according to his years of experience in death, Conan was unlucky at this time.

Sure enough, Kogoro couldn't find a way to vent just now, and now there is an automatic delivery to the door. Bell, bell, bell! Concentrate the strength of the whole body, gather at one point, burst out of the small universe in the body, and quickly send out three lightning-like punches, all hitting Conan on the head. "How could I not compare to the characters in the book!"

Well, all seven or eight people in the room stared at him unkindly, this guy just said that he was better than Sherlock Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes is a character in the book? It's nonsense, Sherlock Holmes lives in my heart.

This hateful mustache must break his leg when the party is over.

The ghost eyes in Tokyo shed tears of remorse as they watched the empty Maori detective agency.

I haven't eaten a hot meal in five days, and in order to monitor Maori Kogoro himself, I'm out of the way, and I'm fed up with eating compressed food and drinking some water every day. I had to eat something hot today, and when I came back, the Maori family disappeared again, and even the dog was gone. (Xiaolan put John at Dr. John's house)