Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and on March 31, the Second Search Division of the Metropolitan Police Department is busy preparing to arrange traps at the Rice Flower Museum. And Maori Kogoro was also invited to the scene, wanting to show off his skills and capture the monster thief Kidd.

It's a big battle. Seeing the dense crowd of police outside the museum from a distance, and two helicopters hovering in the sky, Matsuda's heart was sour. Why did we never see such strong support when we caught murderers in the first lesson? Could it be that the management officer of the second section, Kantaro Chaki, was the nephew of the chief of police?

Although he has been in the Metropolitan Police Department for three years, he has no idea whether the biggest boss of the Metropolitan Police Department is a man or a woman, and Matsuda, who is how old he is, turned his attention to the policeman who was as black as an ant on the ground after criticizing the Chaki police station in his heart. How nice it would be if you handed over these hands to me, and immediately the whole of Tokyo will search for the members of the Black Clothes and kill them one by one.

After waiting for a while, I saw Kogoro walking out with Xiaolan and Conan, and Matsuda beckoned from afar. Oh roar~~ This little ghost looks like a stinky fart, and it seems that he has unlocked the code.

"Ah! It's Officer Matsuda. Xiaolan saw Matsuda waving and came over to say hello very politely.

"Cut, it's this obnoxious guy. "Kogoro is very disdainful of Matsuda now. Since this guy appeared, my sleeping Kogoro turned out to be a soy sauce player and completely became a transparent person.

There is a way that peers are enemies, and a big detective like Kogoro who relies on fame to eat, and the one he dislikes the most is a policeman like Matsuda. In particular, the media kept fanning the flames, as if he, the detective Mori Kogoro, could only go outside Tokyo to eat and drink, and it would be perfectly fine to have Matsuda Jinpei in Tokyo.

"Xiaolan, how about borrowing Conan?" Matsuda smiled and threw out the question of Grandma Wolf's abduction of Little Red Riding Hood.

"Okay. Xiaolan looked down at Conan, who was being held by herself: "Officer Matsuda and Conan have a good relationship." ”

Matsuda pulled Conan, who looked reluctant, and put his left thumb and forefinger into his mouth to hold up a smile: "Of course, I love children very much." ”

Ha Lu Ha, lie to the ghosts. When Conan saw Kogoro and Koran leaving, he immediately shook off Matsuda and spat a few mouthfuls of saliva. Feeling a little better, he raised his eyebrows and said provocatively, "Have you come up with an answer to the code?"

Matsuda shook his head.

Ha Lu Ha. Conan, who consciously had the upper hand, excitedly wanted to hurt Matsuda for a few words, and then told him the answer and asked him to look at himself with admiration.

Before Conan could open his mouth and make a sound, Matsuda took the lead: "The secret letter left by the thief Kidd?"

"Hmm. Conan nodded.

"What's that?" Matsuda asked, finally asking.

"I've completely unraveled this code. Although it did not achieve the expected effect, Matsuda still bowed his head first, and for the first time, the goal he had been trying to catch up with failed in reasoning, and Conan, who was excited, began to speak: "In the first sentence, when the moon separates the two people, these two people are referring to Sputnik and the sun. In other words, this sentence refers to the lunar eclipse produced by the moon between the artificial satellite and the sun, which is the time when he appeared to commit the crime. That is, the time when BS relaxes and interrupts, from half past twelve to four o'clock in the evening. ”

And this happens to be the beginning of the Dark Star BlackStar BS in English. With the invitation of the wave, the wave in this sentence is the radio wave, that is, the direction that Kidd the Monster Thief will send from the BS radio wave. The BS radio waves are transmitted from 45 degrees south to west and 42.3 degrees above the horizon, and from the perspective of the Rice Flower Museum, the only building that meets this condition is the roof of the Kabido City Hotel. ”

Although Conan's mouth was dry and he had a dry mouth, he still listened to his small chest, his chin slightly raised and stared at the towering Kabito Municipal Hotel, deliberately not looking at Matsuda. Worship me, worship me, worship me, worship me

A strange atmosphere pervades Matsuda and Conan, so that the hurried passers-by around them are all sidelined, and no one can lean over to break the deadlock.

Matsuda raised his hand with great difficulty under this aura, slowly raised it above his head, and then put it on his hair and scratched it gently: "Why are you talking so much? Aren't you tired? Obviously, if Kidd will appear on the roof of the Kabido City Hotel between half past twelve and four o'clock, won't it be over?"

Whew~~~ A cool breeze blew into Conan's heart, making this sunny and stylish prince of reasoning feel the cold atmosphere after reasoning for the first time. He~he~~ definitely hit me deliberately to hide his loss!

When he was about to give up his style and turn his head to reason with Matsuda, Matsuda slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "Also, I just wanted to ask you what Kidd's trailer wrote?"

"Impossible!!" clearly felt that he and the surrounding scenery were shattered like glass, and then he was hit by a nameless breath into his body, full of bulge, and suddenly jumped up and pointed at Matsuda's nose: "You must not have forgotten! You must remember it as clearly as I do!! I must have thought about this code last night, and I didn't come up with an answer in the early morning!!

"What do I remember that!?" Matsuda didn't understand Conan's excesses, and retorted in a very ordinary and flat tone: "Didn't I say it very clearly yesterday, this matter is not our responsibility, and the second lesson is in charge." ”

I thought that Matsuda would be the same as himself.,Very interested in this kind of unknown so-called code.,It must have been studied very carefully.。 And as an opponent that he must surpass, he must have an absolute advantage in this cracked code, but after he swore it, people didn't care at all.

The thought of himself just now being like a clown and playing a double reed made Conan feel painful and wanted to go crazy. Pulling his hair and starting to shake his head indiscriminately: "How can there be an irresponsible policeman like you!"

"Hehe, the police also have a division of labor, is it possible that the smarter police should be tired to death?" Matsuda shook his head with a completely hopeless expression: "Anyway, you really solved it?"

Conan angrily took out a piece of paper and threw it to Matsuda, staring at him intently. You guy who doesn't know anything still wants to point fingers at my reasoning?

Looking at the paper absentmindedly, Matsuda decided to find some loopholes. This little ghost dares to point at my nose in the street and yell at me, it's unforgivable. But what kind of solar satellite radio waves are such messy things that are hard for you to guess, and BS, I think it's despised.

Because of career problems, if you talk about the composition of bombs and the structure of firearms, these Conan can't match Matsuda. But when it comes to Japan's satellites, something that doesn't have anything to do with Matsuda, how can he guess it? It seems that there should be nothing wrong with it, and Matsuda begins to try to recall the plot in his heart.

By the way, I remember that Conan had a fun time with Kidd during a meeting, and the first time Kidd showed up and stole something was supposed to be on a ship. With this important clue, Matsuda began to think hard about how to pick thorns.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing! Conan saw that Matsuda couldn't think of a reason, and he seemed to be stunned, and his heart became proud.

"You didn't say the meaning of the first sentence, did you?" Although Matsuda did not recall the detailed plot, he said that the climax of this incident was on the ship and not the museum, and sure enough, he picked out a thorn in the notice.

"First sentence?" Conan was stunned for a moment, "Didn't this sentence tell you what it meant when the moon separated the two?"

"No, no, no. Matsuda shook his index finger a few times in front of Conan: "I'm talking about the first sentence, Aprilfoo1." ”

"Aprilfoo1? Hey, you're not sick. Isn't that the date?" Conan rolled his eyes.

"Don't you know that Aprilfoo1 is April Fool's Day tomorrow, April 1st, and what if Kidd just teased you and didn't show up?" So if I don't have confidence in my heart, this statement is not so convincing.

If you don't dare to admit that you lost this time, just say it! You can't afford to lose!! "This is also called a reason? Conan has a clear understanding of Matsuda's shamelessness.

Watching Conan walk away without looking back, Matsuda shook his head. It's too stingy, and I like to be vindictive like a child. However, since you know the time and place, then prepare and watch the show tonight, hehe.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Conan, the little ghost head, did not go to sleep obediently, sneaked to the cup to the city hotel, and ran to the roof under the surveillance of a group of mysterious people with bad eyes and invisible people, ready to set off a cannon battle and play with the urine.

Then at twelve thirty o'clock, Conan and Kidd finally met. In this first meeting, the two of them looked at each other, well, for the time being, three eyes and one lens were opposite, and Conan's inner world swelled with unusual feelings. In his inner monologue, Kidd slowly and quietly approached and approached.

In the silence of the night, he descended quietly in front of me, his eyes seemed to see through everything, and he showed a fearless smile. A cloak and a top hat, without a hint of superfluous movement, his face was surprisingly young though he couldn't see clearly under the one-eyed glasses and backlight. He was thirty, twenty, or younger

After Conan determined Kidd's age, the curvature of his lips was not difficult to read deep inside him. This immature and fresh little BOY has found a good friend who is separated from him and joined hands across the century.