Maori Kogoro touched the back of his neck, inexplicably feeling that something was missing, but it didn't matter, he coughed and pulled everyone's attention back.

By the way, he glared at the stinky little ghost, and he didn't know what kind of wind he was smoking.

"Uncle." Conan smiled, "Sakurajima is calm now, and I'm in a good mood." ”

Mao Lilan asked, "Officer Shinfuku, did my father ask you to investigate before, whether Mr. Tatsumura's coat was stained with volcanic ash?"

Chapter 480 of "When the Script Kills into the World of Conan" I'm still a little unaccustomed to being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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