Conan wants to lie down but won't let him

"Conan, I'm really looking forward to this Reasoning Mansion. After all, it's adapted from the cases solved by my father. We should be familiar with many of the scripts. After all, we all participated in it on the spot once." Ran Mouri said excitedly.

"Yeah, that's right! We have all participated in uncle's scenes. What I am looking forward to more is whether President Ishikawa will restore the cases in Sherlock Holmes' novels into a reasoning mansion." Conan responded to Xiaolan.

Conan rolled his eyes. It was indeed Conan who was looking forward to Sherlock Holmes's Mystery Mansion. It was actually him who solved all those cases that Uncle Mori solved, right? Instead of calling it the Mori Mystery Mansion, why not call it the Kudo Mystery Mansion?

"However, is this person who was invited to be the spokesperson, is he really okay with his character?" Conan looked at Kogoro Mouri, who looked drowsy and ready to vomit at any time in the distance, and asked Ran Mouri.

"Dad! Really? Who told you to say you wanted to celebrate early last night and drink so much?" Mouri Ran came in front of Mouri Kogoro and complained to him.

"I only drank five or six glasses of gin, vodka, and whiskey. These are high-end goods given to me by Brother Fujiwara. I can't usually drink them if I want to." Kogoro Mori said weakly.

"Gin and Vodka!? Those are the code names of the men in black who used drugs to shrink my body." Conan had some stress reaction, probably PTSD. When he heard the name of the wine, he instinctively thought of the members of the Black Organization.

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"What a long line!" exclaimed Mao Lilan.

"Of course! Since the Fujiwara Group invested, Mantiantang Company has designed a groundbreaking real-life immersive gaming venue, and all the big names in the gaming industry have come." Kogoro Mouri explained.

"Hello, Mr. Mori, I'm Hideaki Nakajima from Manten Paradise Company. The game plan for Detective Mori Kogoro was originally proposed by me. Thanks to Mr. Mori, I not only developed great video games, but also participated in the design and development of a real-life immersive reasoning mansion." The young man who called himself Hideaki Nakajima greeted Kogoro Mori excitedly.

"Nakajima, you are really excellent! You even have the nerve to say that the plan was yours." Ueda Koji said jokingly.

"Ueda?" Nakajima Hideaki turned around and looked in surprise at Ueda Koji who appeared behind him.

"I accidentally leaked the plan to invite Mr. Mori as the spokesperson to you. Three days later, you came up with the same plan before the president attended Mr. Mori's dinner. In a blink of an eye, President Ishikawa directly appointed you as the person in charge of the plan. You are really a genius at plagiarizing other people's things! Both work and women! Don't you think I'm right?" Koji Ueda turned his head and asked Hironobu Takeshita.

"Yes, but that was in college. I have forgotten it long ago," replied Takeshita Hironobu.

"Okay, just pretend I didn't see what happened this time. I always feel that you are almost driven into despair by the underground money lenders. Isn't the reward that President Ishikawa gave you enough for you to pay back the debt?" Ueda Koji continued to mock.

Nakajima Hideaki didn't say anything, but just gritted his teeth viciously!

Takeshita Hironobu kept a low profile, speaking as little as possible, tightly guarding the briefcase bearing the Mantiantang company logo. Inside, of course, was a tenfold dose of explosives, planted by Fujiwara Hiroshi himself a week earlier. Ozaki had previously assigned someone to monitor the black market for explosives, and if they had spotted Takeshita Hironobu, Tequila was doomed.

"Sir, this is the number identification card for your belongings." The front desk clerk handed Kogoro Mouri a number card with number 96.

"Brother Maori, you guys are finally here." At this time, Fujiwara Hiroshi slowly walked towards Maori Kogoro and others and said hello. Fujiwara Hiroshi was going to watch Tequila go on the road today. He came to the venue early and just demonstrated the screening method and the qualified standards to Yingshan and others. From the shallow to the deep, from the initial contact to the long-term results, and comprehensively judged whether a person meets the standards, he taught Yingshan and others step by step. Now they have gone to work, so Fujiwara Hiroshi has time to come and look for Maori Kogoro. This is not a coincidence. The upper, middle and lower trio of this incident has expired, and the suspects of this issue are already in place for Conan to choose.

"Yes, storage number plates are distributed here, and I got number 96." Kogoro Mouri raised the number plate in his hand.

This is what Takeshita Hironobu said, pretending to glance at his watch. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

"What? Is it so late already?" Ueda also looked at his watch.

Then the two of them hurried past several people and rushed to the front desk. Takeshita Hironobu even turned around and said to Nakajima Hideaki, who was standing behind Mao Lilan.

"Hurry up too, or you'll get scolded by the president if you're late."

"Okay, sorry, please arrange ours first." When Nakajima Hideaki heard that he was going to be scolded by the president, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. After all, the president was not joking when he scolded people.

"Please, don't make a mistake!" Nakajima Hideaki specifically reminded the waiter.

"The suitcases of the three of you are exactly the same!" said Mao Lilan, looking down.

"Yes, not only the suitcases, but also the tie clips and watches are the same. This is the idea of our president. He hopes that when we go out, people will have a deep impression of our company." Takeshita Hironobu also explained.

"However, this is really a large and heavy suitcase of low quality. Everyone knows that the only person who carries such a large suitcase is our president. As employees, it would not be good for us not to follow in the president's footsteps." Nakajima Hideaki also sighed.

"Isn't it possible?" A faint voice sounded from behind them. The three turned around and saw President Ishikawa.

“President!?” He exclaimed in shock.

"Why don't you go back to your work stations!" President Ishikawa shouted.

The three of them quickly grabbed their storage number plates and ran into the arena. Fujiwara Hiroshi watched silently, not saying a word. With the three of them back in their positions and Conan present, the wheels of fate had begun to turn. No one could save Tequila today. After storing the suitcase containing the explosives, Tequila was essentially on the verge of death. Everything went according to plan and smoothly. President Ishikawa's shout was crucial. They ran inside as if they were fleeing, and they certainly didn't pay much attention to which number plates they had received.

President Ishikawa turned around and saw Fujiwara Hiroshi next to him. He immediately walked up to Fujiwara Hiroshi and spoke humbly.

"President Fujiwara, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you! You're not managing your employees well enough!"

"It's okay, Ishikawa, you came at the right time! I have high hopes for you." Fujiwara Hiroshi patted Ishikawa on the shoulder. When President Ishikawa heard Fujiwara Hiroshi's praise for his good work, he felt very happy. He felt that all the hard work he had done over the past month was worth it. Just getting Fujiwara Hiroshi's affirmation was enough.

"This is your number plate. Please keep it safe and don't lose it!" The waiter handed a number plate numbered 100 to Mao Lilan.

"Wow! Conan, it's exactly one hundred. I'm so lucky today. Maybe this is the reward for giving the position to those three people." Ran Mouri sighed.

"Let's go in. It's quite interesting to see all the different products in there." Fujiwara Hiroshi suggested.

Following Fujiwara Hiroshi into the venue, Maori Kogoro was basically useless, looking listless. Conan and Ran first entered the mystery museum to take a look at the scene design and costumes. It must be said that the restoration was quite realistic. Even the clothes of each suspect in each case were reproduced, and they were available in different sizes from small to large.

Even Conan had to admire Fujiwara Hiroshi's keen business acumen. If these cases were not originally deduced by Conan himself, just for the scene, the shape, the design, and the script, Conan would have to stay in this venue for two days and play out all the script scenes. After all, Kudo Yusaku and Yukiko are not short of money.

Then Conan and Ran played a video fighting game again. At this time, Takeshita Yushin saw Maori and Ran playing video games and invited them to play.

"Would you like to try the real-life fighting game experience? Here is a strength and skill testing instrument that can deliver super high levels of damage through skill and precise strikes." Takeshita Hironobu introduced this testing and training instrument to Xiaolan and Conan. After all, real-life games are also games. Real people need some preliminary training before entering the venue. The collection and feedback of test data will also be one of the bases for Yingshan and others to conduct numerical analysis of each participant in the later stage.

"The highlight of this machine is that you can achieve higher damage data through skills and accuracy of the landing point of the hit. The current upper limit of the damage value of this machine is 400. Look at the big guy who is testing it over there. He can't control the landing damage very well and can only hit a value of 240. Nakajima, come here and demonstrate it to them." Takeshita Hironobu called out to Nakajima Hideaki who was passing by.

"Okay, I was just about to go to the restroom, but you stopped me, so let me demonstrate." Nakajima Hideaki said as he came over, took off his suit jacket and handed it to Takeshita Hironobu.

After Fujiwara Hiroshi brought Conan and the others in, he sat down with Maori Kogoro on a chair. After all, Maori Kogoro was in a state of depression, and it was not appropriate to leave him alone in such a state. He chose a place close to the test training machine for easy observation. Not far away, Fujiwara Hiroshi saw Takeshita Hironobu, who had already taken the coat, and he witnessed the whole process of him quietly switching the two people's number plates.

At this moment, I saw Tequila walking towards the toilet in the crowd. He was almost a head taller than a normal person, dressed in black, and had a fierce look on his face. It was hard not to notice him.

Fujiwara Hiroshi saw Tequila, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes, staring at Tequila intently. Tequila seemed to notice this murderous look as well, and looked around, trying to see who was blind and had bad intentions towards him.

As expected of a member of the Black Organization with a code name, Fujiwara Hiroshi's murderous intent and hostility were instantly sensed. It must be said that the talents selected by the Black Organization are quite capable. I didn't feel that way when watching the anime, but observing Tequila in person today, I found that he is not that simple. At least according to Fujiwara Hiroshi, Tequila's close combat skills are probably no match for Tequila. Tequila's strengths lie in strategic command, firearms proficiency, and urban combat. During this period, Fujiwara Hiroshi also focused on training Tequila's ability to make and deploy explosives, sniper shooting, and close combat. Although close combat is Tequila's weakness, it is far superior to the level of the average special forces member. According to Fujiwara Hiroshi's estimation, Tequila's close combat skills should be comparable to Yamaichi, who is also proficient in close combat.

One of the few genuine wines from the distillery will be completely eliminated today. There's no way around it. Tequila is tall and strong, with strong close combat capabilities, but his brainpower and ability to see details are obviously lacking. The crude methods designed by Takeshita Hironobu in the original drama could have killed him with a blast, and now with the explosive box modified by Fujiwara Hiroshi himself, it's even easier. It can be considered as collecting some interest. Is it any wonder that the distillery and his family are already at odds? The hatred of his parents and the distillery's top-down, root-out mentality have doomed the Fujiwara Group and the Black Organization to have no chance of coexisting. Tequila, the leading executor, will go first, and there's also Kusuda Rikumichi. When the Red and Black clash later, they will find a way to kill him. He can't just commit suicide. Fujiwara Hiroshi's thoughts drifted a little further, and he began to plan Kusuda Rikumichi's affairs.

On the other side, Nakajima Hideaki set an example for Mao Lilan, and used the strength of an ordinary person to accurately hit the landing point, which was several levels higher than the previous big guy's value, and the damage value was 340. Congratulations were also heard from the machine.

At this time, Tequila, who was passing by, glanced at Nakajima Hideaki, suggesting that he could go to the bathroom to trade. Nakajima Hideaki was also shocked when he received the signal. After watching Tequila leave, he prepared to find an excuse to go to the bathroom.

The subtle eye contact between Nakajima Hideaki and Tequila went unnoticed by anyone else, not even Conan, but Fujiwara Hiroshi, who was watching from afar, noticed it all. Great, time to go to the restroom and exchange luggage tags. Tequila, you may be tall, but your life is short!

Before Nakajima Hideaki could speak, Mao Lilan, who had changed into boxing gloves in front of him, yelled, attracting everyone's attention.

"Shinichi, come back here!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Perfect cheers came from inside the machine.