Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

The Yunxiao murder case has ended. Kurosawa sat on a small bench in the park and discussed how ridiculous the case was. Why not make a deal?

It's very simple, there is no reason.

If I go alone, without them following me, I won’t be able to turn into Conan.

If I take them both with me, how will I explain my relationship with the Black Organization later?

So we can only chat on the small bench...

Vodka... is there too, cosplaying as an eye-catching, beautiful telephone pole.

Kurosawa and Mao Lilan sat on the chairs, while Kudo Shinichi and Vodka stood beside them.

For a moment, I couldn't tell which one was the couple.

"That guy is so miserable. He was stabbed in the back by two women. But is it really possible that he was beheaded by a big devil?"

Kurosawa tries to convince Shinichi Kudo that there really is a big devil in the roller coaster tunnel.

"Su, you've been sitting here, talking about this for almost half an hour. When are you going to leave?"

Kudo Shinichi rolled his eyes helplessly, his feet were numb.

"Shinichi, why don't you sit down?" Mao Lilan persuaded him a little.

Kudo Shinichi: ...Do you think I don't want to?

I didn’t sit down at first because I thought the discussion wouldn’t last long. Later, I just stopped moving because my legs were numb and I was afraid that if I moved, the New Year would come early.

"Shinichi~ Just tell me, you believe there is a big devil on the roller coaster."

Kurosawa was almost broken. If the sense of ceremony wasn't so important, he would have left long ago.

The feeling of having vodka next to me...I really want to find a place to bury myself.

Kurosawa's pitiful request was still ruthlessly rejected.

"Legends are just legends. There can't be any big devil in the roller coaster. Can you please stop being so naive?"

Kudo Shinichi didn't understand why someone would sit here for half an hour just to make others believe a legend.

But no matter what, he couldn't believe this legend. After all, he had been there and there was nothing there.

The case just now was also man-made, there is no such thing as ghosts or gods involved.

Kurosawa lay down with a hopeless look on his face, glancing at Xiaolan beside him, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

He jumped up, put his face in front of Xiaolan and asked: "Lan-chan, he doesn't believe it, but you must believe it, right?!"

"In the roller coaster tunnel! There really is a big devil!!"

When the face suddenly appeared in front of her, Mao Lilan subconsciously moved her face back twice.

But in the eyes of Kurosawa, who has been rejected countless times, this behavior is a lack of trust in him!

So sad...

Kurosawa covered his heart in pain and lowered his head: "Ran-chan...even you don't want to believe me?!"

He lowered his head, but Mao Lilan misunderstood it as crying.

Mao Lilan nervously waved her hands and said, "No, no, of course I believe there is a big devil in the roller coaster tunnel! Don't cry..."

Kurosawa: Who's crying?

Kurosawa looked up in confusion and looked around.

I didn't see anyone crying.

Never mind, Xiaolan has already said this, so I can send it out.

Kurosawa took out a necklace from his universal pocket, and on the top of the necklace was a miniature version of a Sherlock Holmes detective collection.

"Dangdangdang, on behalf of the great devil, I will give you the Sherlock Holmes detective collection~"

Yes, the great devil he invented is himself, although he doesn't eat heads and doesn't have a signed copy of the Sherlock Holmes Detectives.

But! He has a detective collection!! If it’s not autographed, then it’s not autographed….

At least there is one.

Mao Lilan was surprised, Kudo Shinichi's eyes lit up, and Vodka was bored and wanted to sleep.

Kurosawa caught Kudo Shinichi's expression of "I want it too" and snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph~ Shinichi, you don't want it too, do you? No more! I told you not to believe me."

Although Kudo Shinichi was a little tempted, he also had his brains: "This is so small, it's just a decoration, and you can't read the words, it's useless."

Kudo Shinichi screamed in his heart: It’s useless, it’s also a souvenir! ! I want it so badly! ! !

"Hehe...Who said he's just a decoration? Watch you."

Kurosawa pressed a button on the miniature Sherlock Holmes detective collection, and it instantly grew larger.

"Dangdang, Lan-chan, this will get bigger, and there are words on it."

The jealousy in Kudo Shinichi's eyes was about to burst out.

A beautiful and practical Sherlock Holmes detective collection.....woooooooo, mine! It turns out that it should be mine!!

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Vodka looked at Kudo Shinichi, who was almost drowned in the acid water, with some disdain.

Vodka: How can Big Brother be friends with this little rascal? He doesn't even have one thousandth of Big Brother's aura.

.......

Inside the Black Cat Cafe

Kenji Hagiwara was working diligently, chatting with his new colleague and making coffee despite his injuries.

The colleague next to him was trying to persuade him to go back and rest.

'"Takada, you've been injured so badly, you should take a good rest. The store has already hired a lot of people, so it's okay for you to take a few days off."

Hagiwara Kenji shook his head: "No, Jiyue, you don't understand. I watched this store grow up, and I can't leave."

In fact, I just became a perverted cat slave.

Kenji Hagiwara: If I don’t see the kittens one day, I will be very sad!!

"But if you do this now, someone will report us for forcing our employees to work regardless of their injuries!"

"No! There already is one! I have received no less than twenty letters of complaint recently!!"

Yoshida Nanako was about to cry.

If this continues, the job he finally found with good benefits and no deduction of bonus will be ruined...

"Ding Dong, welcome to the Black Cat Cafe. I wish you a pleasant meal."

The crisp and melodious sound of the doorbell, like a cheerful welcome song, rang out in this cozy cat cafe.

The door of the cat cafe was gently pushed open, and a black-haired young man with lavender pupils walked in.

He seemed to have walked out of a dream painting, with a tall and slender figure, and black hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

Those lavender pupils, like deep amethyst, exude irresistible tenderness and charm.

As soon as he came in, he waved gently to Kenji Hagiwara, his face filled with a smile as warm as the spring sun, and his voice as soft as the gurgling of water.

"Kenichi, did you miss me today?"

Kenji Hagiwara was busy working at the coffee machine, and his expression did not change when he heard the familiar voice.

Hagiwara Kenji pushed Tsuzuki Hiraya next to him and said, "A guest is coming. Go over there quickly and don't disturb me while I'm making coffee."

Yoshida Nanako gave the last piece of advice helplessly, walked to the front desk, and bowed to the young man.

"Welcome to the Black Cat Cafe, what would you like to drink?"

Watanabe Kazuya walked closer and found that Hagiwara Kenji behind him was almost completely wrapped in bandages, with only his hands barely exposed.

"Yoshida, Kenichi...what happened? Is he so badly injured?"

Nanako Yoshida repeated the version that Kenji Hagiwara told her with a speechless look on her face.

"He said he fell into a ditch while walking, and accidentally scraped his waist, legs, and hands, so he had so many bandages."

"This.....so that's how it is. He must have been very helpless at the time."