I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

At this time, Hiroshi Otoi walked out of Anko's house wearing a coat, and he had already changed out of the maid uniform.

After applying ice in the infirmary for a while, he sprayed Hongzi with some swelling-reducing spray and wrapped the injured area with a veil.

After that, he asked for leave from the teacher and sent Hongzi directly back home.

Nothing happened along the way, I promise.

He had no interest in going back to participate in the school festival, so he simply returned to his apartment in Yoneka Town.

When I got home, I dialed Xiaoai's phone number first.

"How's it going over there?" Hiroshi Otoi asked.

"The matter has been resolved. It's just that some idiot detective felt unhappy that he lost to Hattori." Haibara said with a sad smile.

"As long as things go well, if he doesn't restrain his temper, he might get into trouble again."

"How are you doing there? Is the school festival fun?"

"Bored, I'm back in the apartment."

Otoi Hiroshi once again told a lie to Haibara Ai.

A white lie of course.

After a brief chat, he hung up the phone. Anyway, the newly developed drug lasted only a short time, and Kudo Shinichi would soon turn back to Conan.

This time I did this just to make him realize some reality.

As for confessing to Xiaolan in the revolving restaurant.

In fact, Otoi Hiroshi considered whether to give it a try.

But thinking about Kudo Shinichi, whose emotional intelligence was negative, he decided not to go.

Even if he steps in to solve the case and gives him enough time to express his feelings, he probably won't say it easily.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let myself wait for twenty years in my previous life.

Of course, this is just a plot curiosity. I was a member of the Ke Ai Party in my previous life.

He made outstanding contributions in the fight against the New Zealand Party.

I also think too much, it's enough to worry about Xiao Ai.

I will always like Haihara Ai!

A hundred times a day.

After a while, Hiroshi Otoi received another call from teacher Michael Mode in Hawaii.

On the phone, the teacher said that Judy, Akai Shuichi and others had arrived in Japan secretly, allowing him to help when appropriate, and asked about his current situation.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Hiroshi Otoi sent the butler's contact information to Shuichi Akai and others, asking them to contact the butler directly if they had anything to do.

Being able to be the butler of the Otoi family is certainly not an ordinary person, and he will do everything he is asked to do.

He became the hands-off shopkeeper again with peace of mind.

Lying on the bed, I began to think.

This is his advantage, analyzing in advance and doing a good review.

Currently, Belmode is already in place, and the FBI has also been in place just now.

The important actors have basically all arrived, and it seems that the full moon chapter has slowly begun.

All three parties have certain connections with themselves.

What role can I use these identities to play this time?

Thinking about it, I fell asleep again...

……

Because Conan has changed back, the last incident is considered over.

I don't know if this guy has a longer memory because of this incident.

With nothing to do, Hiroshi Otoi brought gifts and snacks to Dr. Agasa's house.

"You said you saw the prisoner responsible for the recent serial arson case, right?" Hiroshi Otoi put a few glasses of juice on a tray on the coffee table.

"Well, how should I put it? The prisoner looks like a fox, with his eyes hanging upward like this." Ayumi put her hands on both sides of her eyes and pulled them upward, as if making a grimace.

"Oh, you are observing carefully." Hiroshi Otoi sat down, "How about I take you to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"The Police Department?"

Several children suddenly became excited.

Conan sat on the sofa with his arms folded and said, "Brother Otoi is right, we have to tell the police about this."

"Will the police believe the words of a few children?" Haihara Ai smiled lightly.

"Isn't he here?" Conan pointed at Otoi Hiroshi and bared his teeth.

Metropolitan Police Department, Investigation Section 1

"Otoi-kun, and Conan, why are you here?" Sato Miwako was a little surprised.

Hiroshi Otoi touched Ayumi's head and said, "Officer Sato, yesterday Ayumi saw the appearance of an arsonist, so she thought of reporting it to the police."

Last time at the National Arena, Hiroshi Otoi's performance impressed Miwako Sato, so they were acquainted.

Sato Miwako welcomed everyone into the office, and then took out the drawing board.

"So that's it," her hand moved freely on the drawing board, "it's a single eyelid with slightly raised corners."

"Then, does that person look like this?" Miwako Sato turned the drawing board around.

Ayumi said in disgust: "It doesn't look like it at all..."

"Ah, that's not the case." Sato Miwako looked regretful.

"You are really bad at painting."

"That's right, it's just like a child's graffiti."

Mitsuhiko and Genta mocked without any scruples.

Otoi Hiroshi was chatting on the side, he couldn't help it, his evaluation was - soul painter.

To put it simply, rely on the defense.

Huihara Ai also added at the right time: "Is there no one else but you?"

Otoi Hiroshi looked at her while holding back a smile, meaning that you were stabbing Officer Sato in the heart.

As expected of me!

Sato Miwako was bewildered the whole time, until they finished speaking, she blushed and said angrily: "I can't help it. Mr. Tomokawa, who specializes in portrait painting in the bureau, happened to have a cold and took leave today."

"Lend it to me." Takagi heard the movement here and curiously took the portrait from Miwako's hand.

"I'm not talking about Officer Sato."

"What's wrong?" Sato Miwako stared at Takagi Wataru with a dead eyebrow, wanting to hear what he would say.

"Even if there is really no one, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass your painting on to the investigators..." Takagi commented pertinently.

Another sharp blade pierced Sato Miwako's chest.

"To be honest, if you look at this painting from the surrealist school of painting, it's pretty good." Shiratori Rensaburo walked behind Takagi and commented tactfully.

Miwako Sato finally couldn't bear it anymore and was ridiculed by a group of children. These two guys also jumped out and made sarcastic remarks.

"Ah, if you are willing to paint on my behalf, I'd love it, you two." She sarcastically said.

Takagi Wataru heard the displeasure in her tone and said hurriedly: "No, I don't know anything about painting."

"The only thing I'm good at is Impressionism..." Shiratori Rensaburo also said and hurried away.

"Ah, Officer Shiratori, this guy slipped away really fast." Takagi Wataru said speechlessly.

"By the way, actually we are not sure yet whether the man Ayumi saw was really an arsonist, right..." he continued.

Otoi Hiroshi chuckled, my little brother's emotional intelligence is worrying.

"What are you talking about!" Sure enough, Mitsuhiko was immediately unconvinced, "You mean Ayumi is lying?"

Everyone, including Sato Miwako, stared at Takagi Wataru speechlessly, wondering how he said this.

"Don't look down on us just because we are children!" Yuantai agreed.

"But, Ayumi, you didn't see that man setting the fire with your own eyes, right?" Takagi Wataru continued his suicidal statement.

"It shouldn't be wrong," Conan finally couldn't listen anymore. "It's such a hot day now. He was wearing a long coat and a pair of leather gloves on both hands. The kerosene was spilled on his pants. It smells bad."

"When the man emerged from the alley near the fire scene, he still had an evil smile on his face. If you really want to say that this kind of man is not an arsonist, no matter how you explain it, it will be difficult to convince you."

"How is it?" Sato Miwako glanced at Takagi.

Otoi Hiroshi stood up at this time to smooth things over.

"Actually, I think Officer Sato's painting is pretty good. She has already drawn all the characteristics of the gangster."

"What do you mean?" Miwako Sato asked confused.

"It means that I can actually polish it up..."

[Question: Among the following options, which substance has the strongest conductivity at room temperature? 】

[A. Silver B. Aluminum C. Iron D. Tungsten]