Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 582: How to deal with the enemy

The dark Porsche was driving through the congested and busy streets.

The direction it was moving in was getting further and further away from the city center, away from the hustle and bustle, and gradually heading towards the relatively desolate old city area.

……

"Why do you look so bored? I'm giving you my gaming experience opportunity!"

Rice Flower International Center Building.

Yuanzi was staring around with his eyes wandering around, looking absent-minded and not sharing the content of the game, which made him feel extremely unhappy.

The gaming experience is actually very short, only one hour - it seems long, but most people who have played the game must have a feeling:
Just one fucking hour, enough time to have fun!
However, for Mr. Ke, this hour was enough...boring enough.

Rather than playing games, he would rather spend this hour running around the Mihua International Center looking for people from the organization.

But in the face of Sonoko's dissatisfaction, Conan still chose to treat it with caution, "I'm sorry, Sister Yuanzi, because I'm really an idiot in games..."

"Yeah." Huihara Ai, who was also participating in the game, squinted her eyes, "What an idiot for a game that demolished the London instance in an hour and a half."

Conan: "..." Hey, hey! Don't expose him so openly!

"Half an hour?!" Sonoko's eyes widened. "Hey, hey! I saw those kids playing for an hour and none of them finished the game. They had to fight with game characters and solve puzzles... By the way, which dungeon did you go to? It seemed like you weren't in the video just now."

Conan glanced at Huihara Ai and said with a fake smile: "It's a copy mainly based on reasoning. There is no fighting part... and the main plot is all from Sherlock Holmes. I happened to see it when I was reading a book at Mr. Lin's house before, so..."

"Conan is really awesome." Xiaolan has always been generous in praising her children.

However, when Conan mentioned 'Mr. Lin', Sonoko beside him suddenly sighed:
"Really... I wanted to introduce Mr. Lin and Hiroki to Mr. Tsuchigen, and he was very interested in them, but they ran back home first..."

Mao Lilan also smiled helplessly: "Sa... there is nothing we can do about it. Hiroki seems to have been in poor health. Mr. Lin must be very worried."

Sonoko sighed again: "What a pity for Mr. Tuyuan's extra game badge."

Conan just came out and was wondering why Hiroki hadn't come back yet. When he heard what Xiaolan and Sonoko said, he was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Mr. Lin and Hiroki, are they back?"

What are you doing?
Speaking of which, Mr. Lin seemed to have disappeared, and then Hiroki... Well, his father also disappeared.

"Ah, Mr. Lin said that Hiroki suddenly became very ill. He must have gone to a nearby hospital." Maori Kogoro sighed, "I hope Mr. Lin can quickly cure the boy's health. Otherwise, if he has an accident when he goes out one day, it will be really troublesome."

Mao Lilan suddenly pinched her father's waist and looked fierce: "Dad! Pay a little more attention when you speak!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I got it, Lan! Let go now!"

"..."

Conan watched the interaction between Maori and his daughter with neither sadness nor joy.

Hiroki is sick? Taken to the hospital by Mr. Lin?
Bullshit!
Are they plotting something again? And they're hiding it from him!

Conan took out his cell phone and called up the text message interface. He felt even more depressed - Mr. Lin didn't reply to him, and Mr. Akai didn't reply to him either... Is this what it feels like to be isolated?
Seeing Conan fall into emo, Haibara Ai looked at him with a little sympathy.

But soon, she grabbed Conan by the collar and carried him into a taxi.

Well, the mission of monitoring Conan Edogawa and preventing him from causing trouble is completed, and the bonus is obtained!

When she thought about having money to buy things again, Haibara Ai suddenly felt happy.

However, Noah's voice in her ears poured cold water on her:
[Second Miss, Lord Lie reminds you that you haven’t completed all the homework from the day before yesterday…]

Huiyuan Ai curled her lips: "...I know."

Conan came to his senses belatedly and turned his head: "Ah? Huiyuan, what did you say?" "Nothing, I just like you."

Haibara Ai glanced at him calmly, then took out her cell phone and started playing Snake.

——Her ears were blocked by her hair, so Conan couldn’t see them even though she was wearing headphones.

They took two cars when they came here, but when they went back, they were short of two people, so one car was more than enough for them...

"Hey, Huiyuan..."

Conan began to ask for information in a low voice again, "Do you know Mr. Lin and the others?"

Huiyuan Ai: "I don't know, I'm not sure, what did you say?"

Conan: "..."

So love disappears, right?
Destroy the world, quickly.

Without any warning, Haibara Ai suddenly sneezed.

"Ai-chan? Did you catch a cold? I have an extra coat here, let me put it on you."

"It's okay, Xiaolan-sister, it's just that Edogawa-san said something bad about me just now."

Conan: "..."

He is not! He didn't! Huiyuan, don't talk nonsense!

……

Old urban fringe.

The low houses stood unevenly in the darkness.

The slightly run-down residential area had few lights and looked abandoned.

However, in a certain lighted room, it was very lively at the moment——

There are mottled figures of people and clinking glasses.

People dressed in dark were either holding up wine glasses or playing with cold guns in their hands, talking in low voices in twos and threes.

Most of the furniture in the room was piled up in the corners, leaving a large space in the central hall for them to stay in. There was only a sofa and a table in the middle... plus a few crooked chairs.

At this moment, there were many small pieces of paper scattered on the surface of the central table.

And these pieces of paper are still increasing...

The prisoner who caused the increase in these pieces of paper, Anderburg, was writing furiously.

Every time he wrote a few words on the notebook, he would tear it off, crumple it into a ball and throw it on the table, then repeat the work.

"Okay! Then choose one between execution by shooting, burning at the stake, water torture, and knife torture! Choose one of the four... Amb! Have you finished writing?"

Angostura sat on the sofa, spinning a thin syringe, looking at his teammates with a little impatience, "It's just four lots to draw. How come you haven't finished it after ten minutes?"

Anderburger kept writing without even looking back: "In order to be fair, I think everyone should draw a lot, and then count the number of people drawn in each result and compare them..."

Angostura swung the syringe around, throwing it like a flying knife, cursing:
"Why don't you just write four notes for me to slap? Why are you doing all this nonsense?"

(End of this chapter)