The fun that Sherlock Holmes fans bring to Conan ends before he arrives at the hotel where the party is taking place.

As Karasawa had predicted, it was really difficult to get a touch of normalcy as the "qualified Sherlock Holmes" selected by the organizer Hiroyuki Kanaya.

Because of Maori Kogoro's erroneous answer, Agatha's "No One Left Alive" was introduced, and the scene fell out of control for a while.

There are naturally not a few people who ridicule Maori Kogoro, after all, people who can't even tell the difference between Conan Doyle's works are too conspicuous among this group of Sherlock Holmes fans.

Of course, there are those who take the opportunity to mock the organizers. After all, boasting about Haikou's own party has been strictly screened, and only true fans can participate, and it is not the first time that his first edition of the treasured copy "A Study of Blood Letters" is used as a carrot hanging there.

The fact that the party has been held for so long and the book is still in his hand will in itself cause dissatisfaction among many participants, who think that he has no intention of giving away the book at all, but is just maliciously making things difficult for people and using the book as an excuse to attract traffic.

This was not a problem, Conan not only ate a mouthful of melons, but also heard the information that several participants in the One Ear Party knew about the organizers.

However, after talking about the matter, the next topic began to develop in the direction of stepping on Agatha, which made him a little nervous.

He is indeed a fan of Sherlock Holmes first and foremost, but at the same time he is also a philanthropic mystery lover, from Agatha's classics to the best-selling serialized "Detective Left Text".

"Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection" is indeed a classic masterpiece in the field of mystery detectives, but it was Conan Doyle who wrote it, not you, why did you hold Sherlock Holmes and attack other works in a victorious tone?

Fortunately, the waiter who drove the car was obviously carefully selected by the organizers, and she was a lively and cheerful girl who was very good at adjusting the atmosphere.

After hearing the high-minded talk of everyone in the car, such as "Edgar Allan Poe's tricks" and "Agatha's cow and horse", she could still maintain a bright smile and break back the topic that had gone out of control.

"It's not just these guests!" Ignoring Maori Kogoro's complaint about this group of crazy fans, Hitomi Iwai selectively replied to the second half of his sentence, "Do you have to stay with such a group of people for three days", "There are other half of the people who participated in the event, and our boss personally drove to pick them up." ”

"Isn't that good," Conan grinned, trying to ease Mori Kogoro's unhappiness, "It's fun when there's a lot of people!" ”

Maori Kogoro rolled his eyes, turned his head and looked at the unkind gaze of the group of people vaguely: "What's the fun...... It's all your fault for being a dead rabbit cub, what kind of name do you want to give me? ”

Conan had a big smile on his face, and he listened to the group behind him begin to pull Edogawa into the water, praying in his heart.

Walking with these people, maybe it's just bad luck, and the few who happen to have problems have been bumped into by them?

Let's hope the other half of the participants will be a little more normal.

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"Where is Belmode? I don't know. ”

Tang Ze, who was sitting in the attic biting the tail of his pen, couldn't see his expression in the person on the other side of the phone, and rolled his eyes very unceremoniously.

"Don't look like Kummel doesn't care about yourself. She went to look for you as soon as she got out of the car that day, and she didn't read the emails she sent or answer the phone for a few days. Regarding Tang Ze's innocent surprise on the phone, Gin didn't buy it.

Kumel and Bourbon have been in the hotel for a long time, and they can't see that they haven't learned anything else, and their ability to deceive is getting better and better.

If Kumel had said anything he believed in, sooner or later he would have been killed by this sinister brat.

"Ah, if you ask about what happened after the separation that day, indeed, she came to me." Holding the needle pen in his hand and turning it around twice, Tang Ze said casually, "I didn't care about the fact that she came to me without saying hello to sow discord, why did she blame me instead." ”

"Sow discord?"

"yes, saying things like, 'Teach you how to bring down Bourbon,' or 'Do me a little favor when Bourbon has something to do you.'" Tang Ze rolled the hair that fell down his cheeks with a pen, and his tone became more and more helpless and helpless, "I get along with Bourbourbon seniors and cooperate seamlessly, isn't it really a violation of the law for her to provoke us to fight in this way?" ”

Now it wasn't just Gin, but Vodka, who was sitting on the other side and vaguely heard the conversation, his brows tightened.

Kumel is a person who is nonsense, and his tone is so sincere and disgusting.

"Leave this kind of disgusting Bourbon behind, shut up." Gin directly interrupted the next performance on the other side and said straight to the point, "After you two separated, did she behave strangely?" She has something I gave her in her hand, and it is very troublesome to lose contact suddenly. ”

In fact, Tang Ze, who had already guessed about Belmode's whereabouts, snorted twice without being too indifferent: "We were a little unhappy, but after warning her, we said goodbye peacefully." At least until I left, she was normal. You might as well try to contact her social identity 'Chrissy', who seems to have asked her assistant to pick her up. ”

After a few more unnutritious questions, Gin, who couldn't get effective information from Tang Ze, finally hung up the phone.

"What does it mean to keep a disgusting Bourbon." Putting down the phone, Tang Ze looked back at Toru Amuro, who was sitting behind him like an overseer, "Slander, this is pure slander, aren't we working together enough?" ”

Toru Amuro, who was frowning tightly, also looked at Tang Ze tangledly.

The words are good words, but the question is that when you think of the previous operation of hiding yourself from everything, why does it sound so awkward?

"Belmode is missing?" Pretending not to hear anything, Amuro skips the topic.

"No, she's definitely not missing, it should be said that Gin can't find her." Tang Ze turned his pen again, looked at the row of headshots in front of him again, looked at it, and circled one of them, "I guess Belmode, there is also a careful idea of what to do without the organization." Regarding the part where she sows discord and wants to dig into the corners, what I just said is the truth, right? ”

Amuro raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, some rumors about Belmode's status in the organization and his past, as well as the hidden truth he had investigated on his own, flashed through his mind.

Tang Ze looked at him in deep thought, pulled the corners of his mouth, picked up the rows of big-headed student photos in his hand, and continued to be entangled.

Naturally, Amuro didn't come to him for a casual chat.

Last time, Hattori Heiji provided information about the school bullying that happened in Kyoto Izumi High School in his memory did not match the results of his actual investigation, and Karasawa informed Amuro of this information after sorting out his information.

Although he was busy catching jokers and figuring up all kinds of unexpected situations, Amuro still attached great importance to the information fed back by Tang Ze.

Today, he brought a thick stack of enrollment photos of Quanxin High School students to let Tang Ze circle the students who actually practiced exclusion and bullying in his memory.

Tang Ze didn't really want to mobilize this part of the memory, every time these emotionally strong memory fragments belonging to the original body would easily drive his own emotions.

Tang Ze didn't like this feeling of losing control, so he could only hesitantly recall one by one when he took the photos, trying to connect these flat faces and memories.

Seeing Tang Ze's expression entangled in the comparison with those photos, Amuro suddenly spoke.

"You said before that your original dream was to be a police officer." Amuro folded his arms and sat in a slightly nervous position, "Is that an excuse you used to comfort Moriran, or is it a real idea?" ”

Tripping halfway through writing, this chapter was written in the dark, leaning on the RGB lights of my phone and keyboard.

Thank you mirror75, it's really bright!

I hope to call soon, I'm going to pass out without air conditioning

(End of chapter)