Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

Even Kazan Yakushiji Ryoko can demand her due status, let alone targeting her old enemy, it is too natural.

Ryoko's big belly

Six pm.

The entire Karuizawa area was shrouded in fog. As the lights came on, a quiet and peaceful atmosphere arose. A couple, arriving from Tokyo on the Shinkansen Express, arrived at the Sky Plaza from the Taipei North Exit and couldn't help but exclaim:

Wow, so romantic!

The fog seemed to be welcoming us, but it was a bit cold in my short sleeves.

Young people are always carefree, which is great.

Even though the person speaking was quite young himself, Jackie Wakabayashi suddenly appeared before everyone as a dignified young gentleman, though his tone seemed to be taking a while to change.

It’s good to be young, as you don’t know the sorrows of life.

In the waiting room of Karuizawa Station, there's a large TV screen currently broadcasting local news. The Nagano Prefectural Police Chief, with a weary expression, is interviewed about the riots that occurred around Yazaki Park at noon today:

In the end, no suspect was arrested?

For now, that’s just the present.

Aren’t you guys working hard too?

My sarcasm was blunt enough, but it still couldn't penetrate them.

It's okay, that's to be expected.

Yes, yes, everyone is living a hypocritical life and has accumulated a lot of pressure.

You can't do this without evacuating the pressure.

Ryoko said proudly. She had changed into a beautiful purple summer dress from a T-shirt and shorts during the day.

Is it like that every year?

Hearing my question, the two women's clothing enthusiasts smiled as if they were enjoying it:

This year is particularly gorgeous, but it’s pretty much the same every year.

People with delicate nerves tend to accumulate stress easily. It's better to release all your energy at once, which can actually lead to long-term stability and peace.

Ah, this year's conference is so fun.

What a pity to be back in the dirty world of affairs.

See you next year!

Jackie and Florence waved cheerfully and disappeared through the ticket gate. The conductor obviously couldn't have realized that the suitcases they were carrying actually contained wedding dresses and Little Red Riding Hood's clothes.

Next, we have to send one more person away.

Ryoko walked in high heels and Qin Xuan followed her.

The spacious, cluttered hall was covered in posters advertising local specialties and various events. Heather Willingham waited in front of a wall covered with posters for the Ohga Hall concert. Two burly men flanked her. Upon seeing Ryoko, they saluted respectfully. They were JACES staff members sent by the president's daughter.

Here is a souvenir for visiting Japan.

Ryoko handed Heather Willingham a silk handkerchief. Heather, with a calm expression, saw the words on the handkerchief, and her face changed:

Is this a letter from Artemisia?!

You come and reveal the truth. This will certainly cause controversy, but it is also one of the tools to illuminate the internal corruption of the Routledge family.

Please give it to me, Miss Yakushiji.

What's wrong with that? Take it away now before I change my mind.

Heather solemnly put the handkerchief into her purse.

WorldMediaCorp Tokyo Branch will protect you. Ryoko said the name of the national media group.

The Japanese government and police will probably not do anything out of line, but if they dare to interfere, you can immediately threaten to arouse public opinion worldwide by suppressing foreign media speech, and you will definitely be able to subdue them, so don't worry.

She was very thoughtful, but it was different when it came to official business.

While you're preparing your documents at the WMC Tokyo branch, you can contact a New York lawyer. His name is White Spencer. Although he's a homebody, he has big ambitions. According to his plans, he'll be the New York District Attorney within five years, and either governor or a senator in ten. If you can expose the dark side of the UFA Empire and the Routledge family, and bring this criminal organization down in one fell swoop, it will greatly benefit his career, and he'll help you.

Heather hugged her handbag to her chest and seemed to want to say something. Ryoko stopped her with a wave of her hand:

Ah, don't say you don't want to be used politically; that's just childish talk from the righteous. Instead, why not use politics yourself? You could defeat the UFA and the Routledges, avenge your family, and even benevolent to the future governor of New York. Isn't that great? At least you've fought a powerful enemy, and such courage deserves fair reward.

She said it in a high-sounding manner, but for Ryoko, it was rare for her to be so considerate of others.

Thank you so much, Ms. Yakushiji.

It's okay, but don't forget, when you write the notes, you have to give me the copyright of the Japanese version.

Heather smiled reassuringly and bowed deeply in the Japanese style. The JACES staff saluted the president's daughter in turn.

After Heather left, Ryoko let out a long sigh:

It's solved, it's solved, all right, let's go home and enjoy our meal. Lucien and Marianne are waiting for us!

Don't you want to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the UFA Empire?

What use would the Titanic be after hitting the iceberg? It would be just like a mud boat.

It is true.

Instead of that, it would be better to support that old otaku Spencer and let him rise to the top.

Should he be made the governor of New York or a member of the Senate?

Ryoko shook her right index finger:

That's so petty. Become president, president!

Qin Xuan was speechless. Liangzi crossed her arms and concluded with great confidence in her theory:

No matter how reckless a person is, as long as he wins the election, he can become president. This is the advantage of the United States. Spencer is no incompetent. If you want to control Japan, it would be much more efficient to attack Washington, D.C. directly instead of wasting time on political maneuvers in Nagatacho and Kasumigaseki.

Yes, that's right...

Ryoko seemed to suddenly remember something and clicked her tongue.

Ah, but, that ultimate weight loss pill

What's there to regret at this point?

Of course, it's a shame. That's a pill that helps you lose weight without any hard work or effort. At least 50 million doses could be sold in Japan alone. At 5,000 yuan per dose, if you need to take one dose monthly, that's 2.5 billion yuan a month, or 3 trillion yuan a year! Exports abroad could generate at least ten times that much.

Don’t count eggs if you don’t have a chicken!

Liangzi glared at Qin Xuan dissatisfiedly:

I gave up on annexing UFA. What's wrong with doing business honestly?

But never mind, this is fine. You saved the world with Dr. Mosa's evil trick.

Really? That's fine. It's not good for me.

Yes, but the world is your toy box, so don't break it.

That would be fine, but I have worked so hard and no one praises me.

As a subordinate that my boss has taken notice of, I have no choice but to flatter her.

I praise you!

Really?

Really, really. I applaud you. After all, there's no one else like you who can defeat evil and save the world while on vacation!

Well, um, you're telling the truth.

She seemed a little happier. "Oh my god!" I was thinking, when the clattering of footsteps approached. A serious voice called out:

Ryoko, I have something to say about the future. It doesn't matter if it's at the Karuizawa Plateau Police Station or a nearby hotel, you have to show up.

Yukiko Muromachi stood in front of us with her hands on her hips, dressed in a tight 5.5 suit. Behind her, Akira Kishimoto was sneaking around like he was playing a game of eagle and chicken.

Ryoko immediately switched to combat mode:

You didn't pay me, so why should I show up? All the credit is yours, so don't interfere with my upcoming luxurious vacation. I still have three days left.

Stop messing around, Ryoko!

Quan Yijun, run.

Ah, why do I have to run away too?

If I don’t run away, my wonderful vacation will be interrupted!

Wait for me, Ryoko, why do you have to be so sudden!

Hey, hurry up!

Without further ado, Liangzi grabbed Qin Xuan's wrist. Before Qin Xuan could shake her off, she dragged him along for five or six steps. Outside the platform hall lay a sea of ​​​​dark fog.

The stunning yet unreasonable fugitive dragged his unfortunate subordinates into the night fog.

For the remaining three days of vacation, Qin Xuan and Ryoko were inseparable, playing and exercising. Qin Xuan was really worried that this might lead to someone's death. The image of Ryoko's big belly was too beautiful to imagine.

Kogoro takes Conan to the bathhouse to take a bath

In the evening, a golf course

The golf ball rolling on the fresh grass landed very accurately on the hole.

“Beautiful fight!

A tall man with a beard under his nose shouted and walked towards the hole with the short and fat old man who had just hit the ball.

"It seems the CIA has taken some action, right?" the short, fat man asked the tall man.

"It seems that they have been targeting me, but this is not a problem."

"Can that Japanese be trusted?"

The short fat man asked as he picked up the golf ball that had fallen into the hole. The tall man nodded as he swung his club in the air and hit his golf ball. The golf ball rolled towards the hole... and after turning around the edge, it also fell into the hole.

"Well done!" the short and fat man applauded.

"He is a person known as the Legend Killer in Japan, not just some random person."

The tall man answered as he picked up the golf ball from the hole. Then he raised his head and looked at the short and fat man's face. "The price is quite high."

"Money makes the world go round..." The short and fat man smiled slightly.

"Yes."

The tall man's face remained expressionless as 27 answered firmly. Then, his expression suddenly turned serious and he lowered his head to look at the golf ball in his hand.

"This way, I can let that man have a taste of something more painful than death in this world."

……

It was still early in the afternoon, but the blinds in the interrogation room had been drawn, and no light from outside could get in. On either side of a table with a small desk lamp sat a policeman in a suit and a man in a Cheetah Transport uniform—Joe.

"I know nothing! I am only responsible for moving the goods from the port. I don't even know where to send them."

Joe raised his voice a little impatiently, with an expression that said "please let me go."

"…I'm asking you, who commissioned you to do this?"

The policeman narrowed his eyes with an expression that showed he would not miss any clues and stared at Joe's front.

"I don't know! He asked me to do this on the phone..."

Joe leaned forward and argued desperately, while the policeman, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair.

"I heard that everyone calls you 'Moving House Joe', right? How could a professional like you take on such a dangerous job just by making a phone call?"

The policeman looked at Joe with condescending suspicion.

"I didn't know there was a bomb in my truck!"

"Stop lying!" the policeman banged on the table.

……

Conan and the members of the Junior Detective League came to the park to play football, enjoying their elementary school life. The venue here is not an open playground, but an indoor facility surrounded by walls. The location of the goal is drawn on the concrete wall, and there are many traces of footballs hitting it.

"Come on, Mitsuhiko!" Yuan Tai shouted loudly and ran towards the ball.

"Hey!" Yuantai kicked the football hard into the air.