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

"Okay!" Mitsuhiko ran after the football, turned around where the football landed, stopped the ball with his chest, then turned lightly and ran towards the goal with the ball.

“It’s about to go!” Mitsuhiko headed towards the steering wheel of the goal.

In front of the goal, the little loli Ayumi, who was the goalkeeper, stood there timidly. As Mitsuhiko's dribbling speed increased, Ayumi also nervously shook her hands and feet. At the moment he shot, Conan caught up and blocked the ball with his foot. The football lost its momentum and flew lightly into the air.

"Ayumi, up there!" Conan shouted. Ayumi should be able to catch this kind of ball.

"Ah... above... above..." Ayumi stretched out her hands in front of her body, took two steps forward, and hugged the ball tightly.

"Good defense! Ayumi!" Conan gave Ayumi a thumbs up, "Okay, now it's our turn to attack!"

"Ayumi, give me the ball!"

Conan made a pass gesture to Ayumi.

Ayumi immediately threw the ball out, Conan stopped the ball with his legs and started dribbling. At this moment, Mitsuhiko ran over to steal the ball.

(It’s not going to be that easy for you to succeed… Before my body became smaller, I was the ace of the football club. It’s too early for you elementary school students… But this guy is tough enough…) Mitsuhiko’s skills also exceeded Conan’s imagination.

(There is no other way, I'd better show my real skills... otherwise where will I put my face...) Conan turned beautifully, made a fake move, and took the ball in the opposite direction of Mitsuhiko and headed towards the goal.

"Wow..." Mitsuhiko's panicked voice came from behind.

"That's great! Go ahead, go ahead! Conan!" This was followed by Ayumi's voice cheering.

"bring it on!"

In front of the opponent's goal, goalkeeper Yuan Tai was waiting in full force. Although there were few places to shoot, he still stepped forward with his right foot with determination...

Click.

Hey? Snap?

Some sparks burst out from Conan's feet, "Ah, the foot-strengthening shoes..."

The football kicked hard hit the wall next to Yuantai, bounced in an incredible direction, hit the guardrail on the wall and bounced back in the direction of Conan...

"what……"

"babble!"

"Hey?"

Mitsuhiko, Genta, and Ayumi all made surprised noises...and then Conan's glasses flew out.

"I'm not going to play anymore. My glasses are broken. I'm going to find Uncle Maori to get me a pair of glasses."

Conan found Uncle Maori and helped him get a new pair of glasses.

"You're so dirty, let me take you to the bathhouse to get a good scrub." Kogoro Mouri said with disgust.

"Okay, Uncle Maori."

Maori Kogoro took Conan to the bathhouse. Conan tied the towel around his waist and drank the milk in big gulps. Well, drinking a bottle of fruit milk right after taking a bath is really an extreme enjoyment... This is a pleasure that only elementary school students can enjoy!

While thinking this, Conan glanced at the mirror next to him. In the mirror was a middle-aged man who was dressed and reading a newspaper. He didn't look like he had just finished a shower, nor did he look like he was going to take a bath. As if to avoid being seen, he was wearing a hat on his head.

Gala, gala.

The door to the bathhouse entrance was opened and a man wearing sunglasses walked in.

The man who wore sunglasses and looked out of place in the bathhouse passed by Conan, passed by the man reading the newspaper, and stood in front of the locker. He looked around as if nothing had happened, took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, opening the locker. There was a bag and a biscuit box in the locker.

"I say!"

Conan spoke to him from behind, and the man quickly closed the cabinet door in panic.

"Is this locker just for uncle?"

Conan asked, pretending to be innocent.

"Well... that's what happened." The man smiled and answered calmly.

At this time, Conan noticed that he had a tattoo on his arm.

Conan also opened his locker and took out Shinichi's phone. At the same time, he looked in the direction of the man reading the news.

"I say, kid." The man who had just closed his locker approached Conan and squatted behind him. "Are you here alone, kid?"

"Yeah." Conan nodded and subconsciously hid his phone under the towel.

Conan is missing

Conan answered nonchalantly, stretched out his hand to open the sliding door, and walked into the bathroom. Just as he took a step or two, he suddenly stepped on a piece of soap on the ground and his feet slipped.

Before Conan could even scream, his body was already flying in the air.

Boom!

His back hit the ground hard, and after a loud bang, the bathroom became quiet again in an instant.

"Little boy, are you okay?" the man in the bathroom said. He leaned forward as if to shield Conan and covered his mouth with a towel.

"Well!?"

Conan opened his eyes instantly, and then gradually lost consciousness.

Kogoro Mouri came out and found that Conan was missing, and immediately asked if anyone had seen Conan.

"Sir, you are with the little boy with glasses, right?" said the old lady at the bathhouse counter.

"Yeah..." Kogoro Mouri nodded in confusion.

"The little boy was just taken to the hospital, and his acquaintance asked me to tell the people who came with him."

"What happened to the child?" asked Kogoro Mouri.

"Just now in the bathroom, he stepped on the soap and fell. A man he knew drove him to the hospital..."

"Which hospital?"

"I don't know... maybe it's a hospital nearby..." The old lady shook her head.

……

The man driving the car was the man wearing a hat and reading a newspaper that Conan had seen in the mirror in the dressing room. His name was Kondo. The man who had opened the locker earlier was sitting in the passenger seat next to him. He had been looking at Conan impatiently from time to time. Conan was still naked and wrapped in a bath towel, lying in the back seat of the car. Kondo's windbreaker was covering him.

"Aren't you going to the hospital?" Kondo asked the man in the passenger seat, looking forward.

"This brat saw what was in the locker..." The man smacked his lips angrily and said in a very dissatisfied tone.

However, Kondo did not say a word, but just silently controlled the steering wheel, while the man in the passenger seat looked at Kondo's profile without any hesitation.

"… I say, you are also a gangster, right?"

"You actually figured it out." Kondo glanced in the direction of the passenger seat in surprise, then immediately turned his gaze back to the front.

"I've heard that there will be people watching... I can tell at a glance that you have a fierce look in your eyes."

Kondo looked at the smiling face of the man in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror and asked, "…What should I do next?"

"Anyway, let's ask first, what instructions are there."

Kondo looked at the man in the passenger seat who took out his cell phone and sighed. The man in the passenger seat immediately got angry.

"So what do you say we should do? Aren't you just a little rascal who only follows orders from above? I acted on the spur of the moment and saved your life!"

"...As expected of a dragon who can act according to circumstances." Kondo said while gripping the steering wheel tightly and facing forward.

The man called Long suddenly looked in his direction, with an expression on his face that seemed to ask: "How did you know that?"

Seeing his surprised look, Kondo said calmly: "From your tattoo... I have heard rumors about you. No matter how unexpected the situation is, you will act according to the situation to resolve the crisis and finally complete the task. A dragon with a dragon tattoo... This is very famous in the underworld."

After hearing what Kondo said, Long noticed that the dragon tattoo on his right hand was exposed under his rolled-up sleeves.

"No... I don't know who you are talking about." Although it was too late to cover it up, Long still lowered his sleeve with his left hand to cover the tattoo.

"Uncle, who are you?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them. Long was startled and turned his head immediately. Even Kondo, who was driving, turned his head. Conan sat up slowly in the back seat, looking confused. Seeing this, Kondo turned his head back again.

"You...you hit your head...Your name is Conan, right?" Long still asked towards the back seat.

"...Conan?"

"...Huh?" Long suddenly found that Conan looked a little strange.

"¨" Don't you remember your name?"

Hearing his question, Conan still looked confused and tilted his head.

……

In order to find Conan, Kogoro Mouri contacted the Metropolitan Police Department for help.

however……

Quan Yi said seriously, "There is no so-called man holding a child named Edogawa Conan for treatment in any regular hospital in Tokyo."

"Ah...how could this be?!" Kogoro Mouri widened his eyes.

At this moment, Kogoro Mouri's cell phone rang with a text message alert.

"Ah, it's an email from Conan!"

Conan is displayed on the phone.

"My injury wasn't that serious. I went to eat with my acquaintance, my brother."

Seeing the message from Conan, Maori Kogoro felt strange and inexplicably uneasy...

"Officer Bai, what's going on..." Maori Xiaoshalang asked Bai Quanyi anxiously.

"She fell in the bathhouse, and was then driven away by a 'man she knew'. Later, she sent a text message saying that she was having dinner with Shinichi, her 'older acquaintance', and she hasn't come back yet..." Quan Yi frowned and spoke slowly, "This text message should have been sent by that man... And since he used Conan's phone to send such a message, it proves that Conan is unable to send text messages now and cannot contact us... Secondly, it proves that this man is definitely not an ordinary passerby, otherwise, why would he tell such a lie..."

"Brother Izumi, what exactly is Conan...?!" Kogoro Mouri was a little anxious.

"Don't worry, Detective Maori, I'll slowly sort through the information." Quan Yi said with narrowed eyes.

Beautiful wife

Conan's car arrived at the factory area near the river, and then stopped in front of a dilapidated, small abandoned factory. The factory's rolling door slowly rolled up, and then the car drove into the factory. Outside the factory, in addition to Long's car, there were some small trucks parked there. A middle-aged man greeted them in the factory.

He picked up Conan from the back seat and brought him to a place similar to a lounge in the factory. Although this room looked like it had not been used for a long time, there was a sofa and a simple kitchen, which could at least meet the needs of life.

Conan woke up and sat on the sofa. In front of the sofa was a small round table with a desk lamp on top, emitting a faint light. Looking out from the small window, it was already dark outside, and it seemed that the sun had already set. After looking around, Conan met Kondo's eyes who was standing in front of him.

"...Where is this place?" Hearing Conan's question, Kondo blinked slowly.

"Uncle, I don't know either..."

"You really can't remember anything?"

Just as Conan lowered his head to think, the door suddenly opened and a middle-aged man he had never seen before walked in.

"Little friend, this medicine can cure your brain. Drink it and lie here for a while."

"Yeah." Conan took the pills and the cup of juice handed to him by the middle-aged man without any rejection. Then, he put the pills into his mouth and used the juice to feed it into his stomach.

The middle-aged man looked at his actions with some concern, and Kondo beside him also looked at Conan expressionlessly. After Conan took another big sip of juice, he put the cup on the table and fell on the sofa with his back facing the sky.

Kondo picked up the blanket and covered Conan, who had lost his strength and fell asleep.

"This sleeping pill is very potent, he probably won't wake up." The middle-aged man who gave Conan the pills said and left the room. In the next room, Long was sitting there fiddling with Conan's phone.

"I sent a text to 'Uncle Maori' in the bathhouse, so there won't be any problems for now."

Long placed the phone on the wooden box in front of him.

"It seems that the kid's memory is a little confused. It would be great if he could forget all of this..."

The middle-aged man didn't react to Long's words, he just kept shaking in place.

"You are 'Key House Amaru', right? What are you doing in a place like this, a burglar expert?"

Kondo stared at the middle-aged man, Keyya Amaru, with an intense gaze.

"I... just followed the instructions, opened the door here, and prepared the sleeping pills... I should go now."

Not knowing what he was afraid of, Amaru dragged his shaky feet and hurriedly prepared to leave the place. As he walked, he bumped into Kondo's shoulder in panic.

"No."

Hearing Long's words, Awan was surprised and almost jumped up from the ground.

“…Why?”

"I don't know. The text message asked us to put the child to sleep and then wait here together." Long took his cell phone out of his pocket and waved it in front of the others.