"It's so lively!" Several people wore uniform kimonos, but Harukawa didn't wear them, just casual clothes.

"You two, why have you been silent since the last incident." After Xiaolan sighed, she found that the two of them were still the same, looking like they didn't know what to do.

"Nope!" Harukawa explained.

"Really?" Xiaolan's eyes stared straight at Qingchuan, as if she wanted to see through something.

"Of course, if you ask Conan!" Harukawa touched Conan's head unhurriedly.

"Humph! Conan, what's wrong, is Brother Harukawa bullying you? Xiaolan asked in a childish tone.

Conan was holding a pink balloon, immersed in his own world, and when he heard Xiaolan speak, he came back to his senses and paused: "No! It's just that I miss my mom a little! ”

Xiaolan seemed to hear the longing in Conan's words, and comforted: "Conan, we are also your relatives!" Don't be sad! ”

"Hmm!" Conan Dao, seems to have figured it out.

Seeing that Conan had figured it out, Xiaolan also put her mind at ease and slowly walked around this lively area.

"Not bad." Rubbing Conan's hair, Harukawa complimented, but the tone didn't feel like a compliment.

"Humph!" Conan shook off Harukawa's hand and walked over to Xiaolan to follow.

"I'm sorry!" A few people were walking forward when suddenly a voice came from the side of the road.

"Miss, can you take a picture for me?" A man approached from the side.

"Okay!" Xiaolan did not refuse.

"Use this camera, use this one as a background!" The slightly dark-skinned man said, standing in one place, behind a lit one in the background.

Xiaolan was pressing the shutter, and Conan's rabbit balloon suddenly appeared on the screen at this time.

"Sorry, the balloon got into the camera!" Xiaolan said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm collecting accounts of the customs of festivals in various places, and here are the photos I have collected!" The man took the camera handed by Xiaolan and said.

"Sir, you're a writer! Because you have tanned skin, I thought you were a sportsman! Xiaolan asked in surprise.

"It's because I often go abroad to work and get a tan, ah! By the way, you can read this book. The man took out a book from his bosom and handed it to Xiaolan.

"Can I really?" Xiaolan was surprised.

"Seii Shinichi?" Maori stood behind Xiaolan and looked at the author's pen name, feeling a little unfamiliar.

"Actually, I used to write novels under the pseudonym Kyoshu Imai!" Seii explained.

"If Imai counts, I'll know, when I was in junior high school, I read a lot of his books!" Xiaolan was surprised that she could actually see herself, it seemed that the sound was too loud to disturb others, and the passers-by around her looked over, Xiaolan couldn't help but cover her face with a book, and she was a little shy.

"I should have killed someone just now!" Harukawa discovered the long-lasting killing intent on Sei Shinichi's body.

I couldn't help but look at Conan: "Heh! It's really the Grim Reaper! ”

"Strange! I remember that Konshu Imai wasn't the pen name that Tomo Imatake used when he debuted? Maori wondered.

"Tomo Imatake is a good friend of mine, and we used to write novels together under the pseudonym Kyoshu Imai." Seii explained.

"That's right!" Maori is now clear.

"It's so hot! It's not bad here either, can you help me take a few more pictures? Shijing Xuan looked next to him and asked Xiaolan.

"Cut!" Conan said dismissively.

"Absolutely!" Xiaolan was very happy to meet the writer.

"Click! Click! Well! Xiaolan was taking a photo for the writer Sei Shinichi, but a person appeared in front of the camera.

"You are?" Shijing Xuanyi heard Xiaolan's confusion and turned his head to this person and asked.

"I'm a police officer from Saitama Prefecture, and I'd like to ask you about Mr. Imatake's case." The officer explained his intentions.

"What's wrong with Imasaki?" Shikai asked.

"He's dead!" The Henggou police officer said heavily.

"What?"

……

"The murder weapon was a pistol, the time of the crime was 8:2 or 3:00, the prisoner was a young man, and he fled the room after committing the crime, right?" The officer asked a middle-aged man standing around the door of the crime room.

"Yes! Absolutely. At that time, the festival was being broadcast on television. The middle-aged man replied immediately.

"The bullet went through the head of the deceased beautifully!" As soon as Conan and Mori saw the deceased, they came to the deceased at some point to observe the wounds of the deceased.

"Hey! Hey, who are you? When the police officer saw the behavior of the two people, he immediately wanted to stop it.

Maori stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked wise: "I'm sorry, but I'm actually a detective."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the Detective Kogoro Mori!" The Henggou police officer said in surprise.

"It's despicable!" Māori is calm.

"O great man! I read about you a lot, and you have solved many difficult cases! The officer immediately stepped forward and took Maori's hands with a look of adoration.

"Thank you then!" Maori was a little frightened by the gaze of the police officer of the cross-ditch, and looked a little surprised.

"Humph!" Conan was disdainful and a little resentful, because he had solved those cases.

"Mr. Maori, you continue, your observations will become a reference for our search, please!" The Ridge Constable clearly believed in Maori.

"Ahem!" Maori pretended to be happy in his heart, and seemed to believe that he could really solve the case, looked at the wallet next to the deceased, picked it up and took a look,

"I see!" Maori seemed to have found a clue, approached the deceased's mouth, and touched some white-like objects on the side of the deceased's mouth, and when he looked at it, Maori wondered: "What is this?"

"It's tooth powder!" Conan could see at a glance what it was.

"Ouch!" Maori felt a little disgraced, and knocked Conan to the ground with a punch, and Conan was about to get up when he saw a toothbrush that had fallen not far away.

"Really!" Maori is a little unhappy.

"Maori detective, have you found any clues!" Officer Henggou asked.

"Henggou officer, this should be just an ordinary robber murder case." Maori affirms his own reasoning.

"Robber incident!" The officer seemed surprised by this reasoning.

"It should be the prisoner knocking on the door, Mr. Imatake was killed by the prisoner inadvertently, and then took Mr. Imatake's banknotes and rummaged through his luggage to find other finances!" Maori took out his cigarette and lit it.

"Maori detective, is there such a thing, deliberately making it look like a robber and killing someone, but in fact the murderer is a companion in the same room!" Officer Yokogou was deeply suspicious of that Sei Shinichi.

"How is this possible!" Sei explained, "The time when the prisoner committed the crime was around eight o'clock, but I went out at seven o'clock......

"Xiaolan, it's boring, let's go out and rest together." Qingchuan looked at this scene boringly, thought about it and said to Xiaolan, and pulled Xiaolan away without waiting for Xiaolan to speak.

Conan was searching the room for clues, and Mori was listening to Sei Nonichi's explanation, and neither of them noticed that Xiaolan was being dragged out by Harukawa.

"Brother Qingchuan, where are we going?" Xiaolan doesn't know how to reason, and although she is bored, she doesn't know where to go.

"Go where I can chase you!" Qingchuan smiled sunnyly, Xiaolan's eyes seemed to flash a trace of confusion, as if he didn't know the person in front of him, he wouldn't say that in the past.