I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

"Little boy, please sit for a while. You must be tired after walking for so long. Why don't you drink some water first?" The man waited for Conan to come in and immediately locked the door. He turned around with a smile on his face and looked around twice, then poured a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table.

Conan blinked, and after seeing the surrounding furnishings clearly, his eyes sparkled: "Wow, uncle, are you a fan of Yoko Okino? You have so many things related to her here~"

The man casually pulled the pillow on the sofa twice and sat down: "Ah? Oh, yes, I just bought some casually..."

Seeing the man's rude actions, Conan's eyes flickered slightly. He held the cup of water the man brought with both hands, pretended to take a sip, and then continued to ask with envy: "Such a big house, does uncle live alone?"

"Oh - yes, I live alone." The man answered subconsciously, then added, "Some friends come to my place occasionally."

Conan didn't try to find another topic, but held the cup and began to pretend to drink water. After a while, he suddenly said, "Uncle Shimakawa——"

The man looked up blankly and was stunned for a moment: "Ah, who are you calling, kid?"

Conan looked innocent: "I'm calling you uncle. Isn't your last name Shimakawa? But I saw the nameplate on the door says Shimakawa family."

The man was stunned for a few seconds, caught off guard by Conan's sudden question, but he was also quick-witted and laughed dryly: "No, my last name is Ishii, not Shimakawa, this house - uh, I rented it, yes, rented it, haha..."

Conan looked deliberately enlightened: "So that's how it is——"

He put the water he hadn't drunk back on the coffee table and looked around curiously, taking the opportunity to point the camera on his chest in other directions of the room. After all, he was just a child now, so it wasn't strange for him to walk in circles.

This villa looks ordinary from the outside, but its internal structure is very good. Unlike other two-story villas, this is a duplex + attic structure. From the lobby on the first floor, you can clearly see several closed doors on the second floor. As for the entrance to the attic, it has not been found yet.

Conan wandered around for a long time and had some guesses in his mind.

This house definitely does not belong to the man named Ishii. Just looking at the way he behaves towards those Yoko Okino figures, he doesn't seem like a fanatical fan.

After all, what fan can sit a life-size doll of their idol under their buttocks...

Moreover, when pouring tea for him, the cup was taken out after looking around. Although he is not a big fan of stars, his own uncle Maori is a fan after all, so he has a certain understanding of him.

The tea cup in his hand should be a signing gift given by Yoko Okino on the second anniversary of her debut. It also has her autograph on it and is currently being sold at a high price among fans.

Who would entertain guests with such souvenirs?

What’s more, the customer is just a kid like him. What if he messes up the signature out of ignorance?

So Conan concluded that the people kidnapped this time were not only Uncle Mori, Gin's son, but also Shimakawa, the real owner of the villa.

There may even be more victims...

While Ishii wasn't paying attention, Conan ran upstairs: "Uncle, can I go upstairs and take a look?"

Although he was asking, by the time he finished speaking, he had already climbed most of the stairs.

Ishii's face changed slightly, and he quickly chased after him to stop him: "No, kid, don't run around, come back quickly!"

But he shouted too late. With Conan's quick movement, he had already placed his hand on the handle of one of the rooms and pressed it down.

Conan immediately stuck his head in, then froze, slowly loosened his hand on the door handle, and took two steps back.

As he stepped back, the camera blocked by the door immediately captured the current scene clearly.

A man holding a gun and smoking a cigarette was standing at the door, staring at Conan with an unfriendly face. Inside the room, there were several burly men playing cards, looking over here.

There were bulges around their waists, probably because they were carrying guns.

Conan was leaning against the railing on the second floor, his pale little face looking particularly pitiful. Ishii chased up from downstairs, and seeing Conan being pointed at by a gun, he cursed, stepped forward and kicked Conan down.

"Damn little brat, I told you to stop running around. Why don't you just stay here quietly?" His face was ferocious, and there was no trace of the kind look he had pretended to have downstairs at the beginning.

Conan groaned and fell down with the force of his kick, tears filling his eyes: "Wow - wuwuwu, it hurts..."

"Ishii, what's going on? Why did a kid come in?" Seeing that Conan was the only child, the man who came out put away the gun in his hand and turned to question Ishii.

"This kid said that his dad left him at a gas station without him noticing, and he walked all the way here and got lost, so he wanted to borrow a phone to call his dad." Ishii told Conan the excuse he had given, "I thought this was a piece of cake, so what do you think, Hisata, do you want to try it?"

The man called Hisada reached out and lifted Conan up from the ground. Looking at Conan who was wiping away tears pitifully and dared not cry out loud, he suddenly frowned: "This kid - why do I feel that he looks a little familiar?"

"Looks familiar? How can a kid look familiar?" Just as Conan was getting nervous, a man holding cards inside shouted impatiently, "Hurry up, Hisata, are you still going to play cards? Ask Ishii to tie up that kid and throw him with those guys, and have him send the text message along with him."

Hisata probably thought that a child couldn't cause any big trouble, so he said a few words to Ishii, threw Conan to the ground, turned around, closed the door, and continued playing cards.

Ishii waited until the door was closed before he lowered his head and gave the closed door a vicious look, then dragged Conan directly to the next room.

There were only two rooms upstairs. When the door was opened, there was a storage room inside. After the man pressed the switch on the wall, a piece of the ceiling opened with a click, and then a small staircase slowly descended.

Ishii carried Conan up to the attic and threw him down.

Conan looked around and found several people lying on the ground in a mess. Even though Ishii moved quite a lot, they didn't make any noise and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

Conan didn't look at it any more. He continued to act like a drama queen with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, please don't kill me. My father is rich. He told me before that if I get kidnapped, I should tell the kidnapper uncle and he can give me a ransom. Don't rush to kill me. Uncle, I can contact my father..."

Ishii didn't expect Conan to fall into his trap. Before he even opened his mouth, he offered to pay money to ensure his safety. After asking for Conan's number, he followed his trick and sent a blackmail text message.

He pulled a rope and tied Conan's hands and feet: "Don't worry, kid, we only want money. As long as you behave yourself, we can let you go after you get the money."

Conan nodded very honestly. After Ishii went down, he lay on the ground and listened for a while. When he found that there was no movement, he moved his butt forward to look at the people lying on the ground.