Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

"So, why on earth did I have to take this trip?"

Listening to the noise of other people in the car discussing the names of their favorite works, Mao Li felt overwhelmed.

He really has no interest in detective novels or anything else!

"Dad, it was you who promised Hattori!"

Listening to Maori's complaints, Xiaolan said angrily:

"You said it yourself. Hattori just took out the newspaper and asked you casually, and you agreed without even thinking about it!"

That's right, when Hattori took out the newspaper and looked at the travel group written in the newspaper, Mori agreed without even reading it carefully.

He had a good idea at the time. Not only could he satisfy Megure's request to him, but he could also go out for fun without spending any money, and the Osaka boy would treat him. It was a good thing to kill two birds with one stone no matter how you looked at it!

But who would have known that this was actually a tour group of Sherlock Holmes fans!

"Hey, if I had known it would be a tour group like this, I shouldn't have agreed to that brat Hattori!"

......

"Great Detective, don't you like Sherlock Holmes? Why don't you talk to them more?"

Looking at Conan who had been sitting quietly next to her since getting on the car, Ai asked curiously.

Hearing this, Conan rolled his eyes:

"Forget it, I just like Sherlock Holmes at most. Unlike these people, it's not just a matter of liking him, they are simply crazy about him!

He's just a character in a novel, and I really don't understand why some people would become his die-hard fans."

Recalling this case, Conan complained softly.

He really didn't understand what these people, especially the guy named Hu Shi, were thinking. Why would they kill for a fictional character like Sherlock Holmes?

What's even more outrageous is that he even wants to kill his own girlfriend? This makes Conan feel even worse about Toju, who had just seen a guy like Maeda Satoshi who was devoted to his girlfriend and even willing to take the blame for her.

Of course, Conan's voice was not very loud, and the people behind him kept making noise, so his words were not heard by those behind him.

At this moment, when Uncle Maori was still complaining to Xiaolan about how much he regretted it, someone in the back row suddenly interrupted him:

"Speaking of which, sir, and boy, which of Holmes's works do you prefer?"

"Ah? You ask me!"

Mao Li was stunned by his sudden question. When he was about to speak, Conan sighed and spoke first:

"My uncle's favorite book should be Conan Doyle's The Sign of Four! I remember him reading it in his office a while ago~"

This is a lie. Forget detective novels. For Maori, what's the point of reading detective novels? If he has the time, he might as well watch the videotape of Ms. Yoko's concert again!

For Maori, the only paper things he has read, besides the power of attorney, are newspapers!

"Ah? Oh, um, yes, I really like this book."

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He really didn't know anything about Conan Doyle's novels, nor did he know anything about Sherlock Holmes, but since Conan had given him a way out, he would definitely take advantage of it.

"Four signatures! Indeed, that book is a masterpiece recognized worldwide."

Hearing this, the man named Kawazu nodded and stopped asking questions. Then, he continued to look at Heiji beside him:

"What about this guy? Since you're joining our tour, you must be a Sherlock Holmes fan too! What's your favorite work?"

"Huh? I'm just not that fond of Conan Doyle! Compared to Conan Doyle, I admire Ellary Queen more...

But to be honest, Conan Doyle's skills are indeed better! "

Feeling the dangerous gazes of the people behind him, Hattori swallowed and changed his words awkwardly.

Seeing this, the expressions of those who were staring at him with dead eyes softened a little, but they no longer had any interest in continuing to communicate with Hattori.

"call!"

Seeing this, Hattori let out a sigh, then asked Iwai, who was driving the car in front:

"Miss, are we the only ones participating in the event?"

He originally thought that Kudo would participate in this event, so he dragged his family over to prevent him from avoiding the battle.

"That's not the case. The boss is taking another group of tourists to the hotel!"

Iwai smiled slightly.

“Although I don’t know exactly who will be participating in the event, there are definitely quite a few people.”

"That's it, that's good."

Hearing this, Hattori nodded in satisfaction and closed his eyes happily.

Meanwhile, seeing Hattori being targeted by those people, Maori also looked at Conan with some relief. These people are not Sherlock Holmes fans at all, they are clearly Sherlock Holmes fanatics!

Fortunately, Conan gave himself a way out, otherwise, he would probably be ridiculed by these lunatics.

In the front row, Xiao Ai, who was sitting with Conan, saw this scene and asked curiously:

"Did you know this would happen?"

Conan nodded slightly:

"Well, looking at how fanatical these guys are, let alone enthusiasts, I even suspect they are some kind of cultists!"

"What you said does make sense."

Xiao Ai glanced at the people behind her and nodded in agreement.

"It's okay. Whatever they want to do is their problem. We are just here for vacation. Just enjoy our vacation~"

As he said this, Conan also closed his eyes like Hattori.

Anyway, this place is far from the hotel. Instead of listening to those crazy fans arguing, he might as well get some sleep.

Seeing Conan closing his eyes, Ai also followed his example and slowly closed her eyes.

Indeed, she wasn't a Sherlock Holmes fan, she was just on vacation. What did it have to do with her what those fanatics did?

"Ms. Iwai, how far is it to the hotel?"

Seeing that Conan, Ai and Hattori all chose to sleep, Xiaolan asked Iwai curiously.

"Well, it's probably going to be a few hours' drive. Miss Maori, what's wrong?"

Iwai asked curiously while driving the car.

"It's been several hours. It's okay. I'm just asking."

After getting the answer, Xiaolan tugged at the sleeve of Maori, who looked unhappy:

"Dad, the road is still long, let's take a break!"

"Alright."

After thinking about it for a while, Maori nodded in approval.

He wasn't a big fan of novels, so naturally he had nothing to talk about with the people behind him. Therefore, he and Xiaolan also chose to rest.

In this way, the carriage was divided into two worlds.