The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Dad..." Mao Lilan helped Mao Li Kogoro adjust his tie and cuffs speechlessly, "I have to attend a wedding today, and you drank so much last night."

"Do you have an adult's way of socializing?" Mouri Kogoro coughed twice guiltily, picked up the electric shaver he brought out, and started shaving his beard with a "squeak" sound.

Conan sat silently on his seat with his hands folded, looking boredly at Mount Fuji outside the window.

In the end, Karasawa still failed to set off to Kyoto with them, which was somewhat of a pity.

He has not forgotten the case Tangze entrusted to him.

Although I heard that Karasawa's supervisory officials are also investigating the case, since the case involves the issue of illegal police officers, Conan believes that it is not a good idea to start from within the police system. Once the slightest bit of information is leaked, it will implicate Karasawa.

I thought that going to Kyoto with Karasawa this time, even if he could only stay there for a short time, having this excuse would be more convenient for him to move around for a while...

"The same goes for you, Xiaolan, why do you have to take this brat with you?" Maori Kogoro glanced at the brat who yawned unhappily, and protested, "Didn't Karasawa also say that he can help us take care of him? You just Leave him to Tangze temporarily, it’s a lot of trouble to travel such a long distance with a child.”

"Dad!" Mao Lilan tightened his tie with all his strength, causing Mao Li Kogoro to inhale for a moment, "This is too much. Mr. Karasawa lives downstairs, and he is still a student himself! "

"Let go, let go!" Mouri Kogoro struggled out of breath.

What an unreliable man.

Conan looked at the mountains outside the window, took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, but still did not send the notification email to joker.

Although they did promise to inform the other party if there is any news about the case, they only left Tokyo for a day due to personal matters this time. It doesn’t make any difference whether they inform him or not...

With this in mind, he clicked "Karasawa" on the address bar and sent him a new email.

[Is there anything you need me to bring back for you, or do you need my help to check? I won't be active for long, but I'll try my best. 】

After typing and sending, the signal on the train that had already left for a while was very poor. It would take a while before sending and receiving a reply. Conan exited the email page and clicked on the file that joker sent him yesterday.

"Why are you still so careless?" Mao Lilan let go of Mao Li Kogoro, who was still a little drunk, with a worried tone.

Mouri Kogoro noticed her expression, was stunned, and looked a little more serious: "Don't worry, Xiaolan, I'm not an ordinary private detective. Your father and I used to be a very powerful detective. I won't get hurt easily." , don’t worry.”

"I hope so." She pouted and took out a small spray bottle from her bag, "This was given to me by Karasawa-san. It is said to be an eau de toilette that can absorb odors. I think you will use it... Look at how considerate this neighbor is, and yet you still think about asking him to help you take care of your children all day long."

Conan, who had just read the beginning of the document, heard Tang Ze's name and glanced at Mao Lilan warily.

Why is Tang Ze so happy to give Xiaolan something?

"That's true. Karasawa is indeed a nice guy. He also gave me several posters of Miss Yoko." Mouri Kogoro, who had received several gifts from Karasawa, could only nod in recognition and reached out to take Maori Ran's hand. I tried the perfume in it and said in surprise, "Is this the smell of ginseng? Ah, it smells pretty good."

Conan became more alert.

How come Uncle Maoli...he really has no idea about Xiaolan, right?

The King of Vinegar, who had a severe allergic reaction, immediately couldn't read the document anymore and quit, preparing to send another email to Tang Ze to test it out.

Finally, when I opened my mailbox at 1 p.m., Tangze's reply had arrived.

[No, I don’t have anything to take. You’d better stop running around Kyoto and pay attention to your safety. 】

Conan’s letter asking questions could no longer be typed.

It seems that Tang Ze is indeed such a person. He is not very concerned about property and likes to give souvenirs to people around him... Also, he himself has actually collected a lot of Tang Ze's stuff, including mystery novels...

That's fine.

Conan coughed twice, pretending that he had never had random thoughts, and turned back to look at what joker gave him.

This is a popular science explanation of wine. After joker's screening, he listed and explained the wine name codes that the organization may use.

As a minor who has never been exposed to alcohol, he really needs such information to deepen his understanding, and joker told him that many members in the organization like to wear black clothes, just like...

...The same as the two men in black who passed by their seat just now?

Out of the corner of his eye, Conan caught a glimpse of the two of them, and his phone almost slipped out of his hands.

He raised his head and took a closer look, his expression changed drastically.

Aren't these the two men in black he met at the amusement park and then attacked him?

He stared intently at the tall, thin man's waist-length silver hair, his hands trembling slightly.

There's no mistake, he will never admit his mistake, it's them!

Where are they going? Is there some evil mission to perform?

The two people walked to the other end of the carriage and sat down. Gin seemed to feel the strong gaze and glanced around with a frown.

He quickly discovered the source of his gaze. It was a little boy who was staring at him. He was wearing big round glasses and looked no older than six or seven years old.

Gin raised his eyebrows, lowered his guard, and turned away indifferently.

Just a child.

Not to mention staring at him, he also encountered a naughty kid who dared to reach out and pull his hair... That's why he hates public transportation.

Some unpleasant memories flashed through her mind, and Gin let out a faint "tsk", then took out her hand and looked at her watch.

When Gin looked back at him, Conan quickly lowered his head, put away his exposed hostility, firmly remembered their seats, and replayed their movements in his mind.

Among the two, the burly one who looked a bit like the unlucky Tequila who had been killed by an explosion was probably a subordinate. He had been carrying a black suitcase in his hand, looking like a bag-carrying boy.

The silver-haired man looked down at his watch more than once, as if he was waiting for something...

Memorizing every detail, Conan did not dare to approach rashly. His direct gaze just now had attracted the other party's attention. It would be a bit too suspicious to approach them directly again.

Suddenly bumping into these two, this is a great opportunity. Maybe the drug that makes him smaller is on them now... He needs to calm down and find a suitable time...

After more than twenty minutes, the two stood up from their seats again and walked towards the other direction of the carriage one after the other.

Conan, who had been paying attention to their movements, immediately jumped down from his seat and said to Mao Lilan: "Sister Xiaolan, I want to go to the toilet!"

After saying that, without waiting for Mao Lilan to answer, he chased in the direction of the two of them.

When he walked to their seats, Conan without hesitation tore off a piece of listening device from a button and slapped it on the armrest of their seats.

The train has not arrived at the station yet. No matter what they do, there is a high possibility of getting back to the position. There is no reason to let go of this excellent opportunity.