Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

"Do you know what kind of weird car it is?"

The homeless man has a big beard on his chin.

He looked at the two little children, Wang Changsheng and Conan, with a kind smile on his face, but perhaps because he was too hungry, his smile seemed a little forced.

But when he heard Conan's question, he nodded and said, "Because there are very few cars driving in here, I still remember it very clearly."

"I was about to go out in the morning, and there was a brand new black car parked in the courtyard outside."

"When I returned in the evening, the car had become a tattered used car. The strangest thing was that all the parts of the car had been stolen in the middle of the night."

Conan was silent for a moment, taking in the message from the homeless man, and then he looked up and asked, "Uncle, what did you mean by locking the basement?"

"Because there's a machinery room down there, I guess they want to sell the machinery for cash. As for why it's locked up...haha, they're probably afraid someone like me might take it."

After the homeless man finished speaking, he pulled his small cart, the kind that old ladies usually use to buy groceries at the supermarket, and walked out the door.

hungry.

He's going out to pick up some food.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Conan added another sentence.

"What time was that?"

The homeless uncle walked to the door and left in the blazing sunshine, leaving them with only his back. He waved his hand casually and said, "It's evening."

Conan stared at the homeless man who was leaving, lowered his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Wang Changsheng glanced at the two of them, then said, "Shall we look for clues here?"

Uncle Maori nodded without thinking: "You two come together, if you encounter anything, just shout, I will come immediately."

After saying that, he turned and walked in another direction.

Thinking of the scene where Uncle Maori was scared by the homeless man and hid behind Conan, Wang Changsheng pursed his lips.

I don't know who will shout first when something happens...

Shaking his head, he did not expose Uncle Maori's pretended toughness.

Follow Conan to the other side.

The three of them searched aimlessly in this huge room.

Conan and Wang Changsheng came to the stairs leading to the underground.

Conan took out his watch, pressed a switch, and a bright light shone out.

"Do you want to go downstairs? Didn't the uncle just say that the door was locked?" Wang Changsheng leaned over and took a look down.

"So what? Go take a look. It won't cost you anything." Conan turned his head and glanced at Wang Changsheng. "Why, are you scared?"

Wang Changsheng ignored Conan's small criticism, just shrugged his shoulders and led the way down.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Conan let out a breath and followed him.

The two walked down the stairs and arrived at the underground floor.

Conan came to the door of the room and turned the doorknob, and it was indeed locked.

The door lock only clicked twice but did not open.

"I told you that the door cannot be opened. Do you still want to go in and investigate? Otherwise, beg me and I will open it for you." Wang Changsheng said from the side.

"...Get away from me." Conan glanced at the annoying guy.

He pulled a belt from his waist.

With the help of a wooden box stacked next to the gate, he stepped on it and then tied the belt to the vent above the gate.

After doing all this, Conan jumped down again, pulled the belt continuously, and tied it to the railing of the stairs.

Immediately he pressed a button in the middle of the belt.

"drop"

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The belt begins to exert force.

The iron net above was suddenly pulled down and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Uncle Maori, who was looking for clues there, was shocked.

"What, what happened?!"

"Speak up! Where have you been?!"

He turned his head left and right, looking for the source of the sound, but no matter how he shouted, Wang Changsheng and Conan ignored him.

"Hmph, I can get in without you. If you have the guts, don't come in." Conan walked past Wang Changsheng, then jumped onto the wooden box and climbed into the locked house through the vent on it.

Because the door was quite high for him.

So when he flipped over, he did a backflip and landed steadily on the ground.

But he had just come in.

The door behind him made a "click" sound.

Conan turned his head.

I found that the locked door was opened from the outside.

The next moment, Wang Changsheng appeared.

"Huh? Why, Conan, why don't you go through the door, but instead climb the wall?"

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Conan took a deep breath and didn't say a word to Wang Changsheng. He just turned around and swept the flashlight around the house twice.

Of course, Wang Changsheng would not climb the wall like Conan.

He used the Alaho to open the tightly closed door.

"Hey! You guys!"

Uncle Maori's voice came from above, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps in the empty basement.

Uncle Maori, who rushed over, was relieved to see that the two people were safe and sound.

But then he raised his fist again and smashed it on Conan's head: "Really, why didn't you answer when I called you? Don't scare me!"

Uncle Maori didn't use much force in this punch.

At least compared to the past, Conan only felt like a steamed bun hit him on the head.

This time, I didn't hit him hard and gave him a big bump.

However, Conan still apologized speechlessly: "I know, I won't do it again next time."

Conan didn't say who opened the door, and Uncle Maori didn't ask.

The latter just held the flashlight in his hand and kept looking at the surrounding environment.

Wang Changsheng couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw Conan with a calm face and Uncle Maori with a frightened look on his face.

What kind of combination are these two people?

A skilled kid and a chubby uncle?

What a strange combination...

Uncle Maori looked into a gap.

As a result, when he tried to raise his head and leave, he bumped directly into the ventilation pipe above.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Uncle Maori quickly covered his head.

Seeing him like this, Conan should have wanted to laugh, but when he thought about his relatives and good friends facing serious life danger, he could not laugh at all. He just turned around and started checking the cabinet beside him.

Pull them open one by one.

But the cabinet, which was almost as tall as a person, was empty. There was nothing in it.

But Conan did not give up and continued searching.

Wang Changsheng came to a slightly low cupboard on the side.

I casually opened a door and noticed what was stored inside.

"Here is a bag." Wang Changsheng greeted.

"Hmm? This is..." Conan turned his head and took a look, and immediately became excited.

Hearing the noise from their side, Uncle Maori also turned around.

"What is this."

Conan squeezed next to Wang Changsheng, took out the bag and put it on the ground.

Uncle Maori also squatted down and opened the zipper of the handbag.

However, the moment I saw what was inside.

Uncle Maori exclaimed in surprise: "A mask with exposed eyes and gloves? And there's even a gun!"

When Wang Changsheng heard that there was a gun, he also became interested and moved closer to Conan.

"A pistol, it looks pretty cool." Wang Changsheng blinked and said in his heart.

The black pistol flashed with a cold metallic luster under the light of Conan's watch. If there weren't two people next to him, Wang Changsheng would have wanted to take it away directly and let Yui study the structure of the gun.

Once Yui comes up with some research results, he can also produce this thing wholesale.

Although it is not as convenient and efficient as his magic, it is still quite useful sometimes.

For example, when he pointed a gun at Kaito Kidd's head and forced him to hand over the negative points.

"What's this piece of paper?" Uncle Maori took out a handkerchief, picked up the piece of paper on the wall, and looked at it closely, his eyes narrowed. "It's a receipt."

Wang Changsheng suddenly felt like he was playing an escape room game, which was quite interesting.

Lowering his eyebrows slightly, he also saw the contents of the receipt.

"April 4th, Yokohama Shinmichi. Huh? Isn't that the date the homeless uncle mentioned earlier?"

Wang Changsheng's words made Conan look up suddenly.

“There was a strange car parked here the other day!”

Uncle Mao Li also said solemnly: "Yes, that person still said that the new car turned into a broken car. Did he change the car?"

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Maori suddenly said, "Wagata (I understand)!"

Wang Changsheng glanced at him.

What do you understand?

"There's a suspect who's done something unknown, and he changed cars here and fled! The mask and gloves left here, as well as this gun, are evidence!"

Uncle Maori looked confident.

Conan didn't say anything, but just gave a wicked smile.

Wang Changsheng curled his lips.

"Let's go, we have new clues, let's continue investigating now!" Uncle Maori zipped up the handbag, then stood up and walked out the door with the bag.

The three of them climbed the stairs back to the ground.

Uncle Maori walked in front, saying as he walked, "Next we need to investigate what happened on April 4th. As long as we can find out this, it will be easy."

The three of them hadn't even reached the door yet.

As soon as Uncle Maori finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned, then he dodged backwards and hid behind the wall with a sideways turn.

Conan followed closely behind.

Wang Changsheng blinked, moved his right foot sideways, and followed Conan to hide on the other side.

It turned out that there were a few people outside the door.

Uncle Maori frowned.

"Who are those guys?"