Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

After lunch, Nagai Hikaru took Haibara Ai to the Polo Café to practice guitar. Haibara Ai listened to Nagai Hikaru's guitar with headphones, sighed heavily, and looked helplessly at Amuro Toru next to her.

"I've only just started learning." Nagai Mitsuru groaned.

Amuro Toru came over with a smile, picked up the headphones and put them on Nagai Hikaru, then took out a metronome from the backstage and placed it on the table in front of him: "This is a metronome, Hikaru, you can try to pay attention to the beat, and it should be better when you play."

"Oh, there is such a convenient thing." Nagai Hikaru said happily.

Ai Huihara picked up a magazine and looked at it: "Sister, you learned piano before, right? How well do you play the piano?"

"I can play Flight of the Bumblebee," said Hikaru Nagai proudly.

Sweat dripped from Toru Amuro's forehead: Did you really pay attention to the beat when you played? Or did you just play fast?

At this time, Maori Kogoro walked into the Poirot Cafe, touched his head, and saw Nagai Hikaru, raised his hand to greet him, and sat at the table next to him: "Have a cup of coffee."

"Okay, Mr. Mori, are there the same old rules?" Amuro Toru said with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

Nagai Hikaru took off his headphones in surprise: "Uncle Maori, what's wrong? You look like you're in a bad mood."

"There haven't been any commissions lately, and... "

"And what?"

Maori knocked on the table in anger and grief: "Horse racing! I just lost again!"

"It's really... miserable. How about going to my ranch next weekend to ride horses and relax?" suggested Mitsuru Nagai.

"Hey that's good."

"But I remember that you took on several cases in a row before."

"They're all about looking for cats and then accidentally finding a dead body. You don't get any commission for solving that kind of case." Kogoro Mouri waved his hand in disdain.

"I'll come watch the horse race with uncle tomorrow?"

"If you win you have to treat us to dinner." Kogoro Mouri said casually.

"it is good."

"So when you come back from school tomorrow, I'll take you and Xiaolan to dinner." While waiting for Conan to come home in the evening, Nagai Hikaru was lying on the bed reading a comic while explaining.

"Ah, why did you suddenly remember to treat us to a meal?" Conan took off his coat and hung it on the chair next to him, then went to get a towel to prepare for a shower.

"I'm going back to live in Dracula next week. It's been a rare few days since I've been here, but Xiaolan and Yuan didn't have time to go shopping with me. Let's have dinner together tomorrow."

Nagai Mitsuru closed the comic, turned around and saw that the towel in Conan's hand had fallen to the ground.

"Xiao Guang, you're going to live over there..." Conan picked up the towel on the ground and smiled, "What a pity, Xiaolan and the others are really busy with their midterm exams these two days. They've been busy reviewing and won't be free tomorrow. I should be able to accompany you next weekend."

"Well, your smile is so ugly. If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Nagai Mitsuru lay on the bed with his hand supporting his chin.

"...Is Gin coming back?" Conan put away his smile and said stiffly.

"Well, it's only a few days." Nagai Hikaru crossed himself silently, "I hope he's in a good mood."

"He's in a bad mood...will he hurt you?"

Nagai Hikaru looked at Conan speechlessly: "What are you thinking about every day?"

Conan pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

"Well, come out and tell me about today's case. That guy Okiya Subaru, well, the stew is cooked and tastes okay."

"Okay. By the way, Hikaru, do you know rum?"

"I know." Nagai Hikaru was a little surprised. "This is the first time you've asked me about our organization."

"What kind of man is he?"

"He's a troublesome person." Nagai Hikaru turned over in bed. "He has a bad relationship with Brother Jin and has gone to Osaka. Brother Toru is investigating him recently."

"Mr. Amuro?"

"Yeah, we're trying to find evidence against him." Nagai Hikaru lay on his back on the bed with his hands behind his head. "If we really find something, maybe we can catch him."

"Xiao Guang, is it okay to just tell me this?" Conan lowered his voice slightly.

"You ask me why I didn't say it?" Nagai Mitsuru looked at Conan calmly.

Conan opened his mouth to ask something, but stopped and clenched the towel tightly: "Nothing else, I'll go take a shower first."

Seeing Conan enter the bathroom, Nagai Hikaru took the phone next to the pillow and looked at the messages sent by Gin. Because there were too many things, the laboratory equipment was complicated, and some of the machines were large, they were shipped by ship. Even if there were no unnecessary ports along the way, it would take more than half a month.

Should be back next weekend.

"Who knows when the next weekend will be? I've only had four days off for a three-day holiday." Nagai Mitsuru rolled his eyes.

The next afternoon, Nagai Mitsuru and Maori Kogoro watched horse racing for a while. Nagai Mitsuru bet on the opposite side of Maori Kogoro's five times and won three times. The rest of the time, they both lost.

Maori Kogoro was so angry that he answered the phone: "Hello! Maori Detective Agency, tell me what's going on!"

Conan just returned to the office with his schoolbag and sat on the sofa.

"Ah? Talking to the soul detective Kaito Hotta?" Kogoro Mori continued talking on the phone.

Nagai Hikaru came over and sat next to Conan: "Is school over? Did you listen to the teacher?"

Conan rolled his eyes: "Did you get into Tokyo University?"

"How vindictive."

"He said he wanted to reveal the truth about the murder of Hiroshi Haneda 17 years ago?" Maori Kogoro said in surprise while holding the phone. "Hanoi Haneda? The truth about the murder in the United States or somewhere else? How can I have time for such a boring farce? What? If the ratings are good, will you ask Ms. Okino Yoko to be the host during prime time?

"We'll discuss the details in the hotel restaurant tomorrow morning, right?"

Nagai Hikaru looked at Conan and said with a smile, "Oh, tomorrow morning, you have to go to school, so you won't be free, right? You won't be able to watch the fun."

"What are you talking about? There's no class tomorrow because it's Saturday." Conan looked at Nagai Hikaru in confusion.

Nagai Hikaru slapped himself on the forehead: "Okay...it's the weekend again, right? Where's Xiaolan? I'm going shopping with her tomorrow."

"Sister Xiaolan is going to attend karate training tonight and won't be home this weekend." Conan blinked, "Xiaoguang, can't you remember the date?"

"No, no, I just don't go to school or work. I go to the company only when I need to. My days are quite blurry." Nagai Mitsuru waved his hand to explain.

Maori Kogoro hung up the phone: "I'm so lucky, Xiaoguang is treating me to dinner tonight, and I don't have to pay for the meal when I meet the TV station tomorrow. Hehe, I thought we could only go out for a simple meal without Xiaolan this weekend."

"Then let's go eat Chinese food!" Nagai Hikaru raised his hand happily, "Conan, I'll give you some of your favorite dumplings."

"Thank you, but that was when I liked it as a child...well...I'm still a child now." Conan lowered his head and sighed.

At the dinner table, Maori Kogoro was overjoyed by Nagai Hikaru's praise: "Haha, come with me tomorrow to see that soul detective. Let me show you, Xiao Guang, the huge difference between a famous detective like me and that inexplicable guy."

Conan pulled Nagai Hikaru with some doubt: "Are you really going tomorrow? It's a TV show."

"We're just going to have a meeting tomorrow, no filming. I'm quite interested in spirits and ghosts."

"You're lying. You didn't even bother to see the demon dog last time."

"This is communicating with the dead souls." Nagai Mitsuru narrowed his eyes slightly, "Can the dead... really talk to the living?"

Conan looked at Nagai Hikaru, and after a while he said with a smile: "Sister Hikaru, I want some more dumplings."

"Okay, eat more so you can grow taller."

"Yeah, like Shinichi-nii is taller than you."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't pull my ears, it hurts."

The next day, Conan and Maori Kogoro went to the hotel by car, and Nagai Mitsuru rode a motorcycle. When he arrived at the hotel parking lot, Nagai Mitsuru was surprised to see an acquaintance: "Okiya Subaru? What are you doing here?"

"When Conan is not around, do you call people by their first names like this?" Subaru Okiya got out of the car and locked the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I was the one asking you the question, so is the only way you can answer my question by asking me questions?" Nagai Mitsuru snorted in dissatisfaction, hung his helmet on the handlebars of the motorcycle, and walked over.

"Okay, what are you carrying?"

"Guitar, guitar." Nagai Hikaru turned around with the electric guitar bag on his back, "Does it look handsome?"

"…You can play the guitar?"

"It's so annoying. You just ask me questions but don't answer them. Can't you even say cool in return?" Nagai Mitsuru put his hands on his hips, frowned and stamped his feet.

"Well, it's pretty cool. I used to carry a musical instrument bag like this, but it contained a rifle." Okiya Subaru said with a smile.

"Tsk, do you think everyone is thinking about these things like you every day? Of course there's a guitar in it." Nagai Mitsuru snorted, turned around, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to Conan asking him which floor of the hotel he was on.

The two of them walked into the hotel without speaking to each other until they entered the elevator and reached for the button for the fourth floor.

"..." Nagai Mitsuru suddenly retracted his hand and looked at Okiya Subaru warily, "Are you following me?"

Okiya Subaru was somewhat helpless: "Miss, you just sent a message asking for the specific address you were going to, right? I just happened to be going to the fourth floor as well."

"Who are you going to see on the fourth floor? Stop changing the subject and answer me, or I'll hit you and it will hurt." Nagai Mitsuru struck a karate brick-chopping stance.

Subaru Okiya pressed the elevator button for the fourth floor: "I'm going to go find an old acquaintance."

"An acquaintance? Your friend?"

"Strictly speaking, we didn't know each other well. It was our first meeting..." Subaru Okiya turned to look at Hikaru Nagai with an unclear expression, "You were there the day I first met her. Do you really not remember?"

"...Huh?" Nagai Hikaru frowned in confusion, "What?"

"Beach, I can only remind you that this is the end." The elevator door opened and Subaru Okiya walked out.

Nagai Hikaru followed him out of the elevator with a confused look on his face: "The beach? I've never been to the beach before, because my mother refused to buy me a cute swimsuit when I was a child."

Just as Subaru Okiya was about to sigh, he saw Kogoro Mouri and Conan standing at the door of his target room.

"Mr. Maori, Conan, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Okiya, ah, Sister Xiaoguang, you are here...you two...what a coincidence." Conan was sweating. This was too much of a coincidence. Okiya, why didn't you come on another day?