"What, that kid escaped?" The cloaked man suddenly turned back and looked at the woman.

"As soon as I woke up, I found that he was missing!" the woman explained anxiously, "I'll look for him right away!"

Walking to the room where Conan was imprisoned, the cloaked man looked at the snow downstairs and pondered silently.

"He must be taking advantage of the snow!" The woman said and rushed out the door. She looked back and saw the man still standing motionless in front of the window, "What are you doing?"

"Humph!" The cloaked man suddenly sneered, "This brat is still in this room!"

"What?!"

"He pretended to run away, but he was actually waiting for us to leave." The cloaked man said as he took out his pistol and walked towards the refrigerator.

"Come out!" He opened the refrigerator door and pointed the pistol directly into the refrigerator!

"..."

Looking at the empty refrigerator, the cloaked man remained silent, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward for a moment.

"It seems you guessed wrong." The fat woman teased.

Humph!" The masked face of the cloaked man didn't know what expression to make, but it could be heard from his angry voice that he wouldn't be very happy. "He can't run away anyway! Go to the trading location first!" After that,

He shook his cloak, turned and walked out of the room, and the fat woman hurriedly followed him.

With a click, the door was locked. Hearing the sound of a car starting downstairs, Conan crawled out from under the floor tremblingly. There happened to be a small hole similar to a cellar under the floor covered with blankets, and Conan was hiding in it.

There. Hearing a few people walking around above his head, Conan didn't dare to let out a sigh of relief. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until a few people left.

Conan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Fortunately, I was almost dead! However," Conan clenched his fists and looked at the ruts downstairs hatefully, "Damn it!"

"Then, I'll find this medicine now!" Conan cheered up, "Then... hmm?"

Conan carefully picked up a scrap of paper that fell at his feet, "This thing...it should have fallen on the carpet above my head, right?"

Conan followed the trail of paper scraps to the trash can. Conan kicked the trash can over, "Looking at the material... it should be newspaper..." Conan muttered while rummaging through the trash, "Yes!" <

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Conan opened the old newspaper that was crumpled into a ball, "rice, rice, big, shop, flowers..." Conan stared at the messy newspaper that had been cut out, "These are the few words that are missing... Rice Krispies Hotel

!"

Conan jumped up, "Not enough!" Conan paced back and forth in the room, "The Rice Krispies Hotel is so big, where is the type?" He stopped at the last thing in the room with type.

On stuff - calendar!

"Looking at it from here..." Conan touched his chin, "there are marks carved by a knife on the 29th of September's calendar, so if it were the torn-off August, it would be——"

"30!" A bright light flashed in Conan's eyes. "30 at the Rice Krispies Hotel! That's where they trade!"

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"But, what is 30 at the Rice Krispies Hotel?" Conan, who had changed his clothes and wore a hat, hid behind a pillar in the lobby, listening to what the front desk receptionist said to the customers, "Maybe it's a locker?"

"Sister!" Conan started to act cute to the front desk lady, "My dad lost the key to the locker, he is number 30!"

"Is it the 30th?" The lady smiled, obviously she also liked this little boy very much, then lowered her head to search, "It's strange," the lady frowned, "The numbers here only go up to the 26th?"

"..." Conan walked away silently. Damn it, where is it? Conan gritted his teeth and looked down at his watch. It was almost 12 o'clock!

"Oops, I forgot something in the car!" At this moment, a woman anxiously asked her husband, "Where did you park the car?"

"Really," the man complained, "No. 42!"

What? Parking lot? Conan was stunned.

Underground parking lot.

This car was parked at No. 30. Conan looked at a red Lexus parked at No. 30. Are they going to trade in the car?

Conan was about to jump in the car and take a look, but found that a family was coming here, so Conan had to hide behind another car.

"...What are you doing!" Conan couldn't help shouting as he watched the family drive away.

Alas, Conan sighed secretly, it seems that this is not the place.

Just as Conan was about to leave, a huge sound of footsteps came from the side. Conan turned around and was shocked.

"Such... such a tall man!" Conan was stunned as he watched a man over two meters tall wearing sunglasses and a mask walking towards him. For some reason, Conan always felt that this man was not very harmonious, with his head and body

The proportions are a bit distorted, the head looks a bit small, and for some reason, this person gives Conan a familiar feeling.

But Conan didn't think much about it. After watching the tall man stop at No. 30 for a while, Conan had already made up his mind.

After the tall man left, Conan walked out from behind a car. After looking at the small "1" written in chalk behind 30, Conan smiled confidently.

"301..."

Conan followed the tall man and slowly walked to room 301. Conan hid in a corner and watched the tall man ring the doorbell of 301.

The door is open.

"Sure enough!" Conan was shocked, "It's the masked man in cloak!"

The man still wearing the mask stood in front of the tall man. He did not speak, but slowly turned his head and looked in the direction where Conan was hiding.

"!!! Impossible!!" Conan roared in his heart, "It's impossible for him to find me!"

But what happened was counterproductive. The man slowly walked towards him, his leather shoes making a clicking sound on the smooth floor.

Conan's cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. Just as he was about to run away, something happened that almost drove him crazy: the elevator door behind him opened, and the fat woman in red walked out of it! <

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"I#&**\#*..." For a moment, Conan wanted to jump up, rush towards the two of them, and die together, but in the end, his reason suppressed his violent thoughts.

But this does not solve the problem before him, he is Edogawa Conan, a high school student detective, Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, Kudo Shinichi!

Being double-teamed!

Just when Conan was almost desperate, the door next to him suddenly opened.

A woman who looked to be thirty years old came out and said to her child: "Listen, Masao, this door will lock automatically, you just need to close the door!"

"Yeah!" The little boy named Zhengnan nodded.

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll leave it to you to look after the house!"

Zhengnan waved his hand cutely and said: "Mom, be careful on the road!"
Chapter completed!