Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

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After everyone had had enough fun on the beach, Kogoro Mouri called, and everyone gathered again, got dressed, and headed to the hotel.

The hammerhead shark that Qi Ming caught was bought by the beach manager, and he made a fortune.

Qi Ming has decided to get a boat in the next few days and become a fishing expert.

After a few minutes' walk, the group arrived at the hotel lobby.

"How could that be? I clearly booked a room, didn't we agree on that?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but we really don't have any information about you!"

Kogoro Mouri's shouts came from the front desk, and everyone went forward to greet him.

Ran Mouri asked curiously:

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Kogoro Mouri stopped struggling with the receptionist and said angrily.

"It's a scam! I feel like I've been scammed!"

"……what?"

Kogoro Mouri pointed to the front desk, and the receptionist could only offer an awkward but polite smile.

"I clearly told the person in charge over the phone and booked the room, but he said he didn't have my information. I've already transferred the money!"

"..."

Qi Ming's lips twitched.

Is this the smartphone era? Telecom fraud has already sprung up so quickly?

And the person who was fooled was actually a detective?

"Uncle Mori, can you be a little more reliable? You called the official number, how could the official number lie to people..."

"It's only because the government is powerful that they bully their customers!"

Sonoko Suzuki sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead: "Have you contacted the tourism department yet?"

Kogoro Mori nodded dejectedly.

"I've made contact; the people there should be coming soon."

No longer arguing with those at the front desk, everyone could only sit down and wait.

Qi Ming, on the other hand, couldn't stay idle. He took out his phone and showed photos of himself with the hammerhead shark to strangers around the area.

“Hey buddy, look, this is what I caught, 800 jin.”

"Holy crap, that's awesome!"

"..."

Ai Haibara lowered her face.

Sometimes I really don't want to admit that she knows this person.

A few minutes later, the hotel's automatic doors opened.

Then a fat man wearing a polo shirt suddenly ran in.

"I'm so sorry, Detective Mori, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

The man came to the crowd, panting heavily, and explained as he took out tissues from his pocket to wipe the sweat beading on his forehead.

"Hello, Detective Mori, this is Nagai Shiro from the Tourism Department who is speaking to you. Your room is indeed booked, but it's not here."

"It's not here..."

Kogoro Mouri frowned.

He had already learned a lot at the front desk; this was the only high-end hotel on the island.

Most of the others are converted from self-built houses and used as guesthouses.

To put it simply, it's the most nostalgic farmhouse style.

The lights weren't working, there was no air conditioning, and it was dirty and messy.

They eat only leafy green vegetables, sleep on shabby old beds, and maybe they'll wake up the next day as Spider-Man.

The main focus is on being close to nature.

However, seeing the sincerity in Iwanaga Shiro's eyes, Kogoro Mori gave up the idea of ​​asking a question.

After all, he was the famous detective Kogoro Mouri. This guy wouldn't betray him, would he?

However, Qi Ming didn't care about all that and asked directly.

"How's the restroom? Is there air conditioning?"

He has high standards for accommodations while traveling.

Air conditioning and a toilet—that's paradise.

Although he can sleep whenever he wants, formalism is still necessary.

"Uh..." Iwanaga Shiro scratched his head sheepishly.

"Nothing's wrong, but it's fine. The temperature here at night is only around 24 degrees Celsius, and there's a fan, so it's not a problem..."

"Only 24 degrees?"

Qi Ming stared wide-eyed in exaggerated disbelief.

"Change rooms."

Iwanaga Shiro was sweating profusely.

"But there really aren't any other accommodations available, since Shenhai Island is very popular."

"Tsk."

Qi Ming cursed under his breath, pondered for a moment, and then went straight to the front desk without saying a word.

"Are there really no rooms available?"

The receptionist nodded politely.

"Yes, sir, there are no rooms available."

Qi Ming smiled dismissively.

Then he slapped it.

A stack of cash was placed on the table.

With a face value of 1000 yen, I estimate that there are probably 100 bills in that stack.

The money looked brand new, and it was even wrapped in a bundle of banknotes.

It's like picking it up from a bank vault.

Qi Ming ignored the other person's surprised look, counted the money, and said:

Are there any rooms available now?

The receptionist swallowed hard, but still gave a very professional answer.

"No."

"Heh." Qi Ming chuckled again.

Then, with a snap.

He then slammed another stack of banknotes onto the table.

"Do you have?"

The receptionist swallowed hard again.

"Sir, please don't make things difficult for me. I have professional ethics. If you continue like this, I will..."

The receptionist hadn't finished speaking.

Then comes...

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Then three crisp sounds rang out.

The receptionist's eyes immediately cleared.

Hehe, you're really good at judging people.

Professional ethics? Screw professional ethics, I'll probably be a manager tomorrow.

The receptionist stepped out from behind the counter, bowed 90 degrees as a gesture, and said loudly.

"I'm really flattered by your kindness. Of course, we have rooms available. How many would you like?"

The people around were stunned by what they saw.

This guy's pretty good at pulling things along.

Seeing this, Qi Ming tilted his head back and snorted softly, practically looking down on people.

"Just bring whatever you think this stack of money is worth."

"Okay bro!"

The receptionist, beaming with eagerness, typed away on the keyboard before handing Qi Ming four room keys.

"Bro, I've booked 5 days for you guys, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all provided free of charge. Have fun, bro."

Qi Ming accepted it with satisfaction and patted the receptionist on the shoulder.

"Good job, you have potential, keep up the good work."

"No problem, bro. Okay, bro."

Qi Ming turned to look at Iwanaga Shiro and smiled:

"No need, we have a place to stay now."

"Okay, sure, no problem."

What could Iwanaga Shiroji say?

Money talks.

"Mr. Qi Ming is so handsome!"

Sonoko Suzuki couldn't help but gleam with admiration as she watched Qi Ming's actions.

Conan squinted and smiled bitterly to himself.

Handsome?

Isn't this just like Suzuki Jirokichi—a complete sucker?

Ai Haibara, somewhat surprised, came to Qi Ming's side and said softly:

"I didn't expect you to use such a simple method to find a place to stay."

Qi Ming gave a soft snort.

"Who do you think I am?"

"I don't think you're the type of person who likes to be taken advantage of."

Qi Ming waved his hand.

"No class at all. It's free anyway. I'll just go and get some more stock another day."

Ai Haibara's eye twitched.

Restock?

Is it going to make money?