Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

The leading boy couldn't help showing a look of surprise and excitement.

"Eh? That's it."

The girl standing behind him heard the purpose of their visit and said with a smile: "If you get admitted here, you must join our club!"

Bai Ma Tan said calmly, nodding his head: "Of course it's no problem, if we can get here."

Hattori on the side glanced at the guy calmly.

How come this guy doesn't feel ashamed at all for lying?

At this time, Conan didn't care about anything else. The most important thing was to find new clues as soon as possible.

He turned his head and pointed to the photo hanging on the wall.

"Um, sister, do you know what picture is hanging there?"

Asked by the little boy Conan.

The sweet call of "sister" made the college student in pink clothes feel very happy.

She turned her head, looked in the direction of Conan's finger, and explained: "Starting from the left, there are photos of successive presidents."

"Oh?" Conan blinked, "Then why did you take the photo of the third president?"

Conan's question stunned the girl in pink and the leading boy.

The two looked at each other, their brows drooped, but they didn't say anything.

Conan continued, "Because you see, there's a hook next to the last photo in the row, and you can see the walls around the third and subsequent photos haven't changed color, right?"

"This means that for some reason, the photo of the third president was taken down. Now we should put the photos that came later up first according to the order of priority."

Conan smiled an innocent childlike smile and asked the girl in pink, "Sister, am I right?"

Listening to his pretentious performance, Wang Changsheng got goosebumps all over his body.

At this time, the two looked at each other again, and finally the boy spoke up to explain: "That's because the third president, Ito-senpai, was expelled."

Hearing this, the white horse scout next to him suddenly said, "Ah, I remember his name is Ito Jiro, right?"

The boy was a little confused: "No, his name is Ito Suehiko."

"do you know him?"

Bai Ma Tan uttered a sound, then put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Conan.

"That's it."

"I remember him..."

Come to the photo wall next to Conan.

He pointed at a photo.

"Is this the man?"

What he pointed to was a group photo on the photo wall.

The person he was pointing at had long hair and looked a little thin, but his eyes were very sharp.

The female college student shook her head.

She took two steps forward and pointed at the boy sitting next to the long-haired boy.

"It's this one."

Bai Ma Tan gave an embarrassed smile: "Ah, Soudai Temple (I see) ~"

Looking at his performance, Hattori beside him also understood.

This guy is totally acting.

The purpose is to act familiar to others so as to build a relationship and ask more questions and details.

"You're such a good actor..."

He thought this guy really knew her.

"I'm sorry, it seems that the person in the photo is not the Ito I know." Bai Ba Tan apologized.

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Soon after.

Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters.

"Ito Suehiko? Ah Ping, who is this Ito?"

A policeman who looked sturdy and somewhat like Tru, but also had a shaved head, sat in his seat and asked in a low voice while holding the phone.

Hattori Kiyoaki's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"That's why I asked Mr. Otaki to investigate because I didn't know."

This burly policeman has a square face.

As he listened to the request from the other end of the phone, asking him to check someone's information, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He quickly lowered himself to the ground, put the phone to his ear, and covered it with one hand.

"Does the Minister know?"

"Of course I don't know. I have to keep it a secret from him."

"???"

Otaki suddenly glared, "Still need to keep it a secret??"

Hattori hummed.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Hey! Ping!"

When Officer Otaki heard the other party's inexplicable and unruly tough request, he didn't have time to think about anything. He stood up suddenly and shouted, trying to get the other party not to hang up the phone.

However, his office was already crowded with people, and many police officers were busy with their work.

He suddenly stood up and shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

Officer Otaki quickly came to his senses and pretended to be calm: "Ah, I'm going out to smoke a cigarette..."

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"Do you want to go to the school cafeteria to have a meal first?"

Next to the playground of Yokohama Marine University.

Bai Ma Tan asked Wang Changsheng and Conan, "You know, once your blood sugar level drops, your brain will also become less sharp."

Hattori glanced at him and said, "Fool, you don't have time to eat now."

Hattori's word "fool" is different from the way ordinary people say "fool". It has very obvious characteristics, just like the Northeastern dialect of China.

Wang Changsheng chirped twice.

To be honest, he was a little hungry.

He glanced at the arrogant Hattori Heiji.

Wang Changsheng couldn't help but think that Conan always looks for Dr. Agasa when he has something to do, and this time Hattori calls the man named Officer Otaki when he has something to do, and he is so skilled at it. It seems that this is not the first time he has done it.

I guess this guy usually has to ask others for help whenever he has problems.

"Speaking of which, Kidd has a butler who helps him clean up and handle details every day. I can't quite remember his name."

Hattori held up his communicator: "I'm waiting for a call."

Hakuba Tan said in a nonchalant voice, "A warrior shouldn't show how hungry he is, but there's a saying that says you can't fight a war if you're hungry."

"Besides, I already know what's going on with the matter you want to investigate."

Bai Ma Tan walked past Wang Changsheng, Hattori and others, and raised a small notebook in his hand.

Listening to his incoherent words, Hattori looked puzzled.

"Clam?"

Looking at Hattori's puzzled expression, Conan couldn't help but fold his hands behind his head and lean back.

"Because the Osaka Prefectural Police is closer to Yokohama than the Osaka Prefectural Police."

Conan also followed Hakuba Tan with a smile.

Wang Changsheng blinked.

So this means that Hakuba Tan has already known the information that Hattori just asked about through his own channels?

Hattori also understood.

He raised his eyes: "This guy is really annoying~"

He turned around and followed.

The White Horse Detective has already received the news.

However, Hattori did not tell Officer Otaki this news, so that he would not need to help anymore.

At this time, Tru came to the rest area... no, it was Officer Otaki.

He huddled in a corner, holding up the phone, and said apologetically to the person across the table, "Yes, yes, thank you for your help. Please help me investigate. I'll treat you to a meal next time you come back."

"Okay, Ah Qing, I'll leave it to you then."

Officer Otaki begged humbly.

There was no way out. His boss's boss's boss's son assigned him a task, but he was not allowed to tell his boss's boss, not even his own boss.

He could only use his connections to ask others for help.

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you."

After thanking him repeatedly, he sighed and hung up the phone.

However, just as he was about to go back and wait for news.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind: "What happened, Otaki?"

Officer Otaki was startled and turned around quickly.

However, in the blink of an eye, he saw a man with a majestic face.

His cold sweat quickly flowed to his temples.

"Old, boss..."

The dignified middle-aged man in front of him looked at Officer Otaki with a mysterious smile.

"You just called your cousin Aoki who works at the Kanagawa Prefectural Police Station, right?"

Officer Otaki gave an awkward smile.

There is a scar above his right eyebrow.

Combined with his eyebrows, it looks like a lightning mark, adding a bit of ferocity to him.

However, facing this middle-aged man, he was like a child being taught a lesson.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "No, because I haven't contacted him for a long time, so..."

The middle-aged man smiled lightly and turned his head away: "Don't lie to me, it must be Ping Zang's son who asked you to do it. I also received a call."

"What? The boss also received a call?!"

Otaki was still surprised.

At this time, the middle-aged man turned around again and said lightly: "You fell into the trap, Otaki."

Suddenly, another policeman who was resting nearby saluted.

A man with a long, narrow face and squinting eyes appeared.

"Did my son do something again?"

The corners of Otaki's mouth suddenly widened and turned downwards.