Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"Well... I don't really have any ideas," Kogoro Mouri said with a smile, scratching his head.

Inspector Megure's bright eyes suddenly dimmed...

Yes... Brother Mori isn't asleep, so just treat what he says as nonsense.

“This case…” Fuheshen’er frowned slightly, “is very unreasonable.”

"Hmm?" Inspector Megure's dim eyes suddenly lit up again as he looked at Fushiguro. "I think so too, but to confirm whether my irrationality and your irrationality are the same irrationality, could you please tell me where the irrationality is?"

“Conan said… that bomber provoked Shinichi Kudo.” Fushiguro wanted to present a Sherlock Holmes-style chin-stroking deduction, but when he realized Ran wasn’t around, he gave up. “This means that Kudo must have offended the other party in some way.”

"So, the person Kudo offended..." Inspector Megure's eyes widened.

Conan's eyes slowly widened...

No way, no way, Shengege has already figured it out?

“It’s Bomber,” Fuheshchen said with a slight nod.

"I see!" Inspector Megure suddenly realized, then sensed that something was wrong.

After realizing what was happening, I couldn't help but roar in my heart, "Isn't this just obvious?"

“Shen Gege probably means something related to Kudo Gege.” Conan’s glasses reflected an irregular white light, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. “We just need to investigate the release status of the criminals that Kudo Gege has solved in the past to identify the suspect.”

Shengege would never say such nonsense; he's probably afraid of attracting too much attention...

So they used a metaphor to remind Inspector Megure, but Inspector Megure was so clueless that he didn't even catch it.

"Oh, I see." Inspector Megure suddenly realized again and immediately ordered his men to investigate.

Honestly, I almost misunderstood Brother Fukuro just now. As expected, he is still a reliable detective.

“Very good...that is indeed my idea.” Fukushiro grinned and gave Conan an approving look.

Feeling Shen's gaze, Conan's heart instantly stirred with excitement... Does this mean he acknowledges me?

Ignoring Conan's excited gaze, Fushiguro glanced at the time... it was almost evening.

It will be dinnertime soon.

He sent Lan a text message on his phone saying that he had prepared dinner and was waiting for her to come home to eat.

Xiao Lan, on the other hand, was a little confused about what it meant to eat at home.

But she still kindly agreed... If Shen Erge didn't come to the detective agency, she would deliver the dinner she had prepared to Shen Erge's house.

Lan is truly an angel.

Upon receiving Lan's message, Fu Heishen'er's lips curled into a smile, and he turned off his phone.

He glanced at Conan, who was still diligently deducing the truth, and felt relieved.

Judging by this situation, they probably won't finish reasoning by evening, so dinner will just be him and Xiaolan.

He prefers a quieter atmosphere to a noisy one.

Then, he left for a reason that wasn't really a reason, and politely declined Inspector Megure's younger brother's offer to stay.

.........

It was evening, and a light drizzle was falling, the kind that was light but not enough to quickly soak one's clothes.

A little rainwater had already accumulated in the gaps of the yellow blind lines on the ground.

The raindrops created tiny ripples on the water.

As the weather grew cooler, Fuheishen, dressed simply in a black tracksuit, strolled down the street. A damp breeze blew, and he suddenly felt a little chilly—or so he thought...

He prefers this kind of atmosphere...it's very peaceful.

Didi didi...

Just then, his phone rang. He paused, opened the phone, and checked its contents.

It was sent by Gin...

The bomb thief was Teiji Moriya, a famous architect.

The intelligence was very detailed; the other party's address and recent itinerary were all found.

The other person seemed to have no privacy whatsoever in front of the organization...

drop...

Gin's next message arrived:

Tequila will go with you; she'll be in charge of transporting the bomb. Send me the address, and they'll follow your instructions completely...

After sending the address, Fuheshchen turned off his phone and waited quietly.

Soon, a black muscle car came to a stop.

A tall, muscular man dressed in all black came down from above, standing out from the other passersby.

And it was looking around, as if searching for someone.

However, upon seeing Fuheishen, his gaze immediately locked onto him.

“Agave…” Fuheshen walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"Huh? We've never met before." Tequila frowned deeply. "How do you know I'm Tequila? What if I were a cop? You'd be arrested."

Hearing the other person's thick Kansai accent and speech, Fukushige remained indifferent. "It's simple, just don't get caught."

"Not detected?" Tequila was stunned by Fuhesh's question. "How could it not be detected?"

"Why not just kill everyone here?" Fuheshen'er chuckled, uttering chilling words in a mocking tone.

"Oh dear, I dare not say that out loud." Tequila was startled and quickly said, "Get in the car quickly. I heard from Vodka before that you had mental problems, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Vodka's dark pupils narrowed slightly. "I'm curious, what has Vodka been saying about me..."

"It's nothing, just that you seem to enjoy molesting female members, and you're quite brutal about it." Tequila opened the driver's seat and said, "But it does seem that way."

Upon hearing this, a hint of coldness flashed in Fuheishen's eyes...

Very well, Vodka spread rumors about him within the organization, he'll remember this grudge!

..........

A few minutes later, the car came to a steady stop in a secluded spot.

The two got out of the car and headed towards Teiji Moriya's mansion.

“You look very anxious.” Fuheshel glanced at the agave.

The journey, which should have taken more than ten minutes, only took a few minutes; Tequila drove here at breakneck speed.

"That's right... I was thinking of taking the day off today." Tequila looked worried. "But that monkey Gin insisted that I come. I had no choice, since he's the person in charge."

"Why are you asking for leave?" Fuheishen walked forward.

"Taking care of the kids, I guess. It's a holiday today, and I was planning to cook for them," Tequila explained.

Fuheishen: "......."

For some reason, the image of the organization in his mind had become somewhat distorted.

"You just called Gin a monkey?" Fuheshner noticed the other party's choice of words and asked.

“Yeah, don’t you think? Skinny as a beet, with long, androgynous hair, and he thinks he’s pretty.” Tequila chuckled, thinking of Gin’s appearance. “I’m telling you, but don’t tell him. Everyone in the organization is laughing at him.”