Delivering Kuroba Kaito to the hotel, Kurosawa Silver drove back to Dotonbori Pedestrian Street, went to Don Quixote and bought the same silk scarf and tie he had used earlier, and stuffed it into its original position, and wandered around to find the gray bara group. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Strangely, Gray Hara's attitude towards him seemed to have become very unkind all of a sudden, but Kurosawa Silver didn't think much about it, and after returning their luggage, they went back the same way, and also found a hotel near the Suzuki Museum of Art to stay.

After hushing himself into the room alone, making sure that there were no monitors around him, Kurosawa Silver took out his notebook and began to expertly tap on the keyboard to enter a web address, and according to the key points he had discovered, he began to search for the identity of the killer he had fought with earlier.

That guy seems to have a soft spot for people's right eye, and it should be obvious that obsessive-compulsive disorder is such an obvious killer.

After a few moments, a person's information card pops up on the screen, and all sorts of cumbersome text fills the page from top to bottom.

There are no photos, but based on the ways and means of the other party's crime, as well as the success rate, etc., there are many things that can be deduced.

The big scarlet characters on the top represent the identity of the other party - "Codename, Scorpion, Scopbin?"

Kurosawa touched his chin, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but evoke a hint of interesting excitement.

......

Officer Nakamori led people to search Osaka Bay overnight, but naturally found nothing.

But after this battle, there was a killer sniper incident, which naturally made everyone scared.

The next day, in order to check whether the eggs were damaged, the display was stopped urgently, and the egg of memories was transported to Tokyo using the Suzuki family.

The passengers on the ship, except for Toyama and Ha and Hattori Heiji who stayed in Osaka and did not come, are basically a few who have been haunted in the president's room before, in addition, there is also a beautiful character with long hair fluttering, Natsumi Kasaka.

The air bangs make the beautiful light gray eyes looming, the appearance is beautiful and delicate, the temperament is elegant and dignified, with a light makeup, and two ruby earrings pinned to the earlobes, she looks like a well-educated lady.

Of course, the one who can come to this luxury yacht cannot be an ordinary lady, it must have something to do with the egg of memory.

No, now, she is telling about the past.

"My grandfather's name was Kiichi, he used to work as a craftsman in Faberuje's workshop, he married a Russian woman there, and the two returned to Japan the year after the revolution, and their great-grandmother gave birth to a baby girl, but my great-grandmother died not long ago, and my great-grandfather died nine years later at the age of 54. ”

Natsumi's voice was soft and sounded as comfortable as a spring breeze, but in the end, her mood seemed a little low.

Birth, old age, sickness and death have always been the great enemies of mankind.

Shiro Suzuki, who was sitting near her, looked Natsumi up and down in disbelief: "The baby girl ......"

"It's my grandmother. Natsumi sighed lightly, "My grandfather and my parents lost their lives in a car accident when I was 5 years old, and my grandmother raised me single-handedly. ”

But the old lady also passed away last month. "The butler of the Kasaka family is a pale-faced old man, without a beard, and the whole person seems shrewd and capable, but at this time there is a trace of decadence in his eyes, Sawabe Kuranosuke, this is his name, he is obviously a loyal butler gentleman.

Xia Mei bowed slightly, did not pause, and continued to speak in a soft voice: "I worked as a pastry chef in Paris, and I specially returned to China to sort out my grandmother's relics.

She pulled out two yellowed sheets of paper from the bag she had brought and placed them on the table.

On the two sheets, one is a corner with rounded diagonal corners, on which is drawn a two-thirds egg, and the other is worn-out with a three-third of the egg missing, both of which are written in Russian, but only the corner of the second chapter paper has a pattern of memories.

"It's a memory egg, yes. Shiro Suzuki poked his head out to inspect it, nodded silently, but frowned for a moment, "But there are gems set on it, but now the egg of memories is ......"

"Maybe it was, but then it was lost for some reason. Mori Kogoro made an excuse that he thought was reasonable.

Those present were not overly attentive and more or less accepted Maori's conjecture.

Only Conan walked near the drawing with a frown, with a thoughtful expression.

"Something is wrong. Kurosawa tilted his head to look up and down the drawing, "The eggs on this drawing don't seem to match." ”

"That's right. Conan nodded approvingly, shifting his gaze to Natsumi: "Miss Kasaka, could it be that there are two eggs?"

As he spoke, Conan reached out and pieced together the drawings, and it was clear that after the patching, the outer circle of the egg did not coincide, and the lines of the egg on the corners could clearly show that it was smaller than the egg on the large drawing: "If this is an egg, this outline will not fit." ”

"Could it be that two eggs were drawn on a drawing, and then the middle part was lost?"

The speculation he put forward was conclusively based on the unanimous approval of others.

Conan turned around, and while everyone's eyes were focused on the drawing, he began to pick up the egg of memory placed next to him and play with it, his eyes puzzled.

"Why is it called memory?" Conan still couldn't figure this out, and muttered to himself while rummaging through the Memory Egg in his hand, but he inadvertently found the glass at the bottom of the Memory Egg, which was shining.

He instinctively reached out and poked it, but he didn't expect the glass to tremble, and it fell directly from the egg of memory.

"Oops. Conan's face changed drastically, and he directly put the egg of memory aside, and squatted down on the ground to grope for the glass piece.

"What are you doing?" Kurosawa looked at Conan in surprise, shifting his attention away from the drawings.

If he read it right, did Conan, the little ghost, pull something from the egg of memory? Is it a bugging device or something?

Thinking of this, Kurosawa Silver couldn't help but be a little vigilant, but he didn't expect Conan to raise the round lens in his hand with a dry smile: "There is a small mirror that was originally on the egg of memory, and I accidentally knocked it off." ”

"What?" Mori Kogoro's eyes widened.

"Conan!" Xiaolan was also taken aback.

"Oooh. Kurosawa Silver whistled, smiling, "The Egg of Memories is worth more than 800 million, even if it is glass, as long as it is peeled off from the Egg of Memory, the price is immeasurable, Conan, you have made a big mistake this time, is it possible that you still want to be in debt?"

"You don't give me any nonsense!" Conan glared back at Kurosawa Gin, but his hand trembled a little, and it wasn't until Sonoko said that the mirror could easily fall off and could be put back on, and he was relieved and prepared to put the lens back in its original place.

But between the movements, he suddenly noticed that under the illumination of the light, the lens actually reflected a round light on his hand, as if it had illuminated something, which suddenly made him slightly stunned, and then seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank.

"Mr. Nishino, please turn off the lights!" Conan turned around and shouted at the secretary without saying a word.

Nishino, who was standing in the corner, was a little puzzled, but he still dutifully turned his head and turned off the lights as Conan said.

Maori Kogoro was a little explosive: "Hey, little ghost, don't mess around!"

Conan didn't hear what he said, so he took out a watch, and turned on the flashlight from behind the lens.

On the wall, a circular circle suddenly appeared, blurred, only with shadow color, but the reflection of an ancient building was clearly visible.

Everyone in the room gasped and stared at the wall in amazement. (To be continued.) )