Conan's phone was stolen by the Maori Detective Agency.

Sentencing for crimes committed in Japan is qualitative, and no matter how much is stolen, it is classified as a criminal case.

The Metropolitan Police Department was not far from the office, and Conan, who was lying on the window on the second floor, quickly looked at the red siren coming from afar. The person driving the car was Takagi Shizu, because the police also needed two people, and below this number, the transcripts and confessions collected at the scene were invalid.

As for Tang Zeyu, as soon as he came out of the door of the Metropolitan Police Department, he turned another motorcycle by the Ministry of Transportation.

Conan: "......"

But, this Tang Zeyu.

"So, what happened?" Wataru Takagi held a pen in one hand and flattened the police manual in his palm.

Kogoro Kogoro, who was on the sofa, muttered in his throat: "...... What's the trouble with this? ”

's face was still flushed with a hangover, and when he made the notes, the white eyes kept rolling to Conan's head, and if it weren't for the presence of the police officer, the fist that was about to move might have smashed on the head of this nosy little imp.

Conan snorted, hid from the other end of the room, and followed Tang Zeyu, who was bending down to check the situation at the scene.

The layout of the second floor of the "Mao" Detective Office is simple, and the partitions are all removed, and only the necessary load-bearing walls are retained, opening up into a whole connecting space. The sofas and coffee tables placed opposite each other in the center are used to receive clients, and on the left side are data cabinets; There is a desk by the window, and it is here that Kogoro Kogoro usually crosses his legs and drinks beer and watches Yoko Okino's shows.

The small space was cleaned up by Xiaolan, but it seemed a little empty, and the necessary living items were on the third floor, which was where the detective agency rested.

Tang Zeyu carefully twisted the doorknob on the second floor, the metal machine tightly slid under the arc shell, and the slight tremor was transmitted to the brain through the nerve endings, integrating into another new stream of information in the mind. His brows were slightly twisted, his eyes were closed, and he carefully felt the touch of the handle, and in the darkness, the angle of inclination suddenly stagnated for a moment.

Tang Zeyu opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a few small reflections on the keyhole, which were scratches left by thin wires.

The person who picks the lock is good, if it weren't for Tang Zeyu who was sure that the door had been pried open and checked directly, he might have skipped these marks as scratches on the key.

These traces are both concealed and hidden, and obvious and obvious. Karasawa glanced at Conan, and the black-haired elementary school pondered.

- Did Conan really discover it?

Sensing Karasawa Yu's gaze, Conan raised his head.

"Brother Karazawa, how is it?"

“……”

Tang Zeyu bit off his gloves and stood up.

"But it can be ruled out that someone took the key and turned the mold upside down. However, for the security of the office, it is better to change the door on the second floor with a lock. ”

The door on the second floor of this "Mao" Li office is made of aluminum alloy, and the lock is also an ordinary twist type, which at first glance looks like the bathroom of some small hotels. Not to mention the fine wire, experienced people can easily open it for a hairpin.

Last night was another day of hangover for Kogoro Mao, who was paralyzed on the sofa unconscious, Xiaolan had a way to move upstairs, so she could only put on an extra piece of clothing. Conan, who was originally working on the floor in Kogoro's room, had noise interference, and it was rare to have a good night's sleep.

- That's when the theft happened.

The earth-shattering snoring completely drowned out the movement of the lock, and the thief entered the door and went straight to the computer on the desk, and the drawers and data cabinets were turned over.

Strangely, Conan had only been a day before yesterday, and the location of every file was clearly remembered and deleted or modified.

If it weren't for today's homework requirements of Didan Elementary School, which asked Conan to check the boot log, there might not be this alarm call today.

"Mao" Li Kogoro waved his hand indifferently: "I think there are things too." ”

"What if the client's information is revealed?" Xiaolan nodded, "Dad! Trouble you on your reputation on the snack good? Let's work with it! ”

Even Wataru Takagi nodded vigorously in the gap between his struggles: "

If there is a motive for the crime, it must be investigated. If there is a theft this time, it may not be next time. ”

Detective Mao, who was refuted by two people at the same time, died down, and Conan turned around, staring at the three heads of the door.

"Hey Conan, who is that big brother Mo?" Yuan Tai asked.

"Did something happen to Uncle Mao?" Step looks worriedly.

Conan was caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the detective group, took two steps back, and stammered, "Ah,——h

"—So you're all Conan's friends who often mention?"

A hand reached over from the face and "kneaded" Conan's head.

Tang Zeyu took advantage of the situation and half-squatted down, looking at the elementary school students of the detective group.

The heart-hearted Yuan Tai first said: "Yes! We're the detective team! ”

"The Detective Corps...... I'm up," Tang Zeyu said, raising his eyebrows and making a surprised expression. "So it's you?"

"So big brother said!"

"You've been on the news a lot, don't underestimate your name." Tang Zeyu smiled, "Continue to let my brother guess - you are Mitsuhiko." Yuantai, this cute little man is a step, am I right? ”

The three nodded excitedly.

Conan, who had just been introduced to both sides, found himself inexplicably excluded from the topic, Tang Zeyu has this ability to mingle with children, two sentences, and the image in everyone's minds has risen from an "unfamiliar strange policeman" to a gentle big brother who can share snacks.

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sp; "This is the strawberry hard candy that Ayumi likes," Karasawa Yu tore open the pink wrapper and savored it seriously.

The three of them waited expectantly for a reply, and after a while, Tang Zeyu nodded matter-of-fact and said, "It's really sweet, and the aroma of strawberries is also strong." ”

Step said distressedly: "But you can't eat it every day." ”

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because Mitsuhiko is going to pull out his teeth!" Mrs. Yuan preemptively sued, "Mom asked me to deposit all my pocket money in the bank!" ”

When we came back to the "Mao" Detective Agency, we called Conan to save money with Mitsuhiko. After the evidence collection at the scene was over, the two policemen went downstairs with the elementary schoolers, but Conan shook his head and refused.

"Uncle's office has been stolen, I'll help find clues."

"Ahh

The elementary school students lowered their eyes in disappointment, and the investigation of the case was also very tempting, but they managed to save the money at the same time within the time specified by Mitsuhiko's mother, and after weighing it again, the three of them could only reluctantly say goodbye to Conan. After the perfunctory detective group, Conan turned to Takagi again.

"Brother Takagi, do you have a date tonight?"

Wataru Takagi's face suddenly turned red in Conan's innocent blue eyes, and he waved his hand in a panic: "Absolutely, it's definitely not Sato who asked me out—"

Tang Zeyu smiled in his heart: You definitely don't admit yourself.

Standing aside with his arms crossed, he raised his eyebrows and watched as Conan walked away little by little.

If you want to monitor it again, the time consumed is definitely small, and Takagi can also make up her mind to skip the date with Sato.

Tang Zeyu took the physical evidence bag from his hand, which was the fingerprints left on the doorknob, which needed to be brought back to the forensic department for analysis, and the scratches on the door were also photographed and stored for evidence.

"With Conan's help, I can leave work early," Karasawa said lightly, "It's a rare night, so don't waste it on overtime." ”

Conan skillfully took the helmet and was hugged by Tang Zeyu on the motorcycle, Takagi Wataru was still a little hesitant, but the motorcycle had already started, and the tail lights shook out a long reflection.

On this day, the lazy "touching" fish began, and then worked overtime to watch the monitoring end, and handed over the key to the monitoring room to Tang Zeyu with a yawn, and in the dark monitoring room, only Tang Zeyu and Conan were left.

Yu Karasawa skillfully called up the surveillance map of the intersection near the detective agency, and was just about to switch the video window, but the cuffs were pulled by Conan.

"Wait, can you pause at that intersection?"

Conan's height can only be found in the

half of your head in front of the console. Tang Zeyu simply hugged his legs.

When the little detective was concentrating on checking the name of the intersection and the video file, Tang Zeyu leaned in, leaving a large space for activities, and said, "Okay Conan, you should also tell me, what are you looking for in the surveillance?" ”

Conan's call to the police was naturally not aimed at finding out who had infiltrated the "Mao" Detective Agency. Even the wire marks on the door lock were found, and of course Tang Zeyu didn't believe that this detective would make such a low-level mistake.

In addition to burglary, there are many explanations for the boot record of the computer in the middle of the night, and it is possible for Detective Maori to sleepwalk in the middle of the night and turn on the computer by himself.

However, Yu Karasawa still took the report and brought up Wataru Takagi, who was uneasy because of dating.

Because Conan is a drunkard at all, he does not mean to drink, and his real purpose is to use the guise of reporting the case to the Ministry of Transportation to investigate and monitor in a bright way.

"Ah," Conan's voice fell, "it's not me who has the problem, it's Judy-sensei. ”

In the dark monitoring room, the boy's lenses are covered with cold light, and the flow of information flows from top to bottom, watercasing through the reflected screen. "" controlled the mouse to slide the selection, and after a moment, a key was struck.

The monitoring that had been suspended by Tang Zeyu before, and the time was stopped at a node. This is an intersection, because of the shopping mall opened on the side of the "crowd" of people, the original green light is on, through the zebra crossing, but there is a person in a yellow dress rampage, she has short blond hair, round-rimmed glasses, blue eyes wide open in surprise.

In the frame of the pause, Judy opened her mouth wide, as if calling a name—

Yu Karasawa imitated the shape of her mouth, and realized that it was a syllable, "Xiu." ”

"The FBI said that our people had repeatedly touched Shuichi Akai at the intersection, wearing a cap and showing burn marks on his face."

Conan's hand pointed somewhere on the screen: "Look." ”

In the surveillance, Judy, who was running on the road, also looked there, and on the sidewalk at the end of the zebra crossing, it was the man wearing a peaked cap, Shuichi Akai with a scar!

This camouflage is indeed leaky, and even the traces of burns are considered. If it weren't for the fact that the two people in the monitoring room participated in the whole process of the plan to fake their deaths, they might have been deceived by this appearance.

"Fortunately, the FBI didn't know about fake death, otherwise it might have been 'exposed'...... I asked Akai if he had been here that day, not to mention that he had always been Okiya. Conan muttered to himself, "—Belmode? What is she trying again? ”

The little detective frowned, and quickly called up a few more windows, recalling the trajectory of the scarred Akai. In his body, Tang Zeyu was silent.

Of course, who is this, please Belmode disguised himself as a Bourbon of Shuichi Akai, in order to test whether the news of Shuichi Akai's death is true.

After such a long time, the Bourbon of the organization finally began to act, and Tang Zeyu actually felt a little settled in his heart.

At this moment, 73 tinkled in his ears twice, and the comic was updated again. The first thing that popped out was the barrage, and the excitement overflowing could be seen in the black "color" text, Tang Zeyu glanced at it casually, but his eyes froze for a moment.

[Oh oh oh welcome to the Qin Ye! 】

[It's the gin I've been waiting for for 800 years!] It's finally here!! 】

tbc