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Conan: Its second name, Shirlin, Ford.
Ashbara: Huh? Kudo, is there such a person?
Conan: SheIIi
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Ashbara: How is that possible? Is the computer really turned on?
Conan: This is Sherlock Holmes, the original name.
Gray Plains: A detective in the trial phase? It's funny.
Conan: By the way, Gray Plains, are you in any physical condition?
Gray Plains: Except for some colds, everything else is normal.
Conan: Grayplain, I'm afraid you'll have to move a little faster.
Gray Plains: The copy of the data was done immediately, very quickly.
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Conan: Grayplain, be careful, they're here.
Ashbara: Phew, ah, huh? Is it? Got it.
Conan: Grayplain, you hide in the fireplace first.
Ashbara: Phew, hey, Kudo, are they gone?
Conan: Listen to your voice, it's time to get back to your original form.
Ashbara: I'm really surprised, it looks like you tried.
Conan: By the way, Grayplain, do you have any clothes to wear?
Ashbara: Well, yes, it's a cleaner's costume.
Conan: Ashbara, then hurry up and get out of the chimney.
Ashbara: Huh? How, does it have a time limit?
Conan: yes, about an hour.
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Conan: Hattori you're finally here, where's the clue?
Hattori: Look at this photo, it's in the variety show.
Conan: This? This is? Two of the seven?
Hattori: It was taken by a photographer when I entered the venue.
Conan: Scorch, necklace, hmph, I see.
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Ashbara: Kudo, are you there? I crawled out.
Conan: Great, Ashbara, do you know the location?
Gray Plains: Well, this is probably the roof of a building.
Conan: Gray Plains, wait for me, I'll rush over right away.
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Conan: Hattori, hurry up to the top floor, hurry!
Hattori: Ah! Oh! Wait for me, Kudo.
Conan: Grayplain, hold on, I'll be there right away.
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Gin: Shirley, it's been a long time.
Shirley: Hmph, I don't want to see you.
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Conan: Hey, get into the chimney and get back to the chimney.
Gin: Oh? Someone? Gremlin? Who are you?
Conan: Hoo!! I, I'm a detective.
Gin: Little ghost, you may not be able to leave today.
Conan: Oh, really? Not necessarily.
Gin: Huh? What? Anesthetic needle, vodka.
Vodka: It's the boss, I'll take care of him.
Hattori: I'm late, you guys raise your hands.
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Gin: Blackface boy, you're too confident, aren't you?
Hattori: Not necessarily, look at the bottom of that.
Gin: Huh? Vodka, you go and see.
Vodka: Boss, it's all cops down there.
Hattori: How about it, do you want to fight hard?
Gin: Don't be complacent, boy, vodka, withdraw!
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Conan: Hattori, I'm sorry to get you in.
Hattori: See, we're friends, aren't we?
Conan: However, the Black Coats are huge.
Hattori: Don't worry, the Public Security Bureau is not a vegetarian either.
Conan: Well, yes, you're the minister's son.
Hattori: Kudo, you go and save people, and I'll take care of the aftermath.