"Oh, I really didn't expect that a nice dinner would turn out like this."
In the cafe near the hotel, Suzuki Sonoko stretched out and said boredly: "And that football star, even if he kills people, why is he still addicted to drugs? He must have worked too hard to attract people here.
."
Mao Lilan looked at the signed jersey, thinking about the gentle and friendly star, and sighed helplessly: "Fortunately, Shinichi was not there, otherwise the idol he has liked for so many years collapsed on the spot. I really don't know what he would have
What do you think?"
"Cough, cough!" Hattori Heiji suddenly choked on the juice.
He took a tissue and wiped his mouth, and quietly glanced at the elementary school student next to him: "..." What a pity, Kudo Shinichi was not only present, but also deeply involved in the whole process. Now his house has probably collapsed to the point where not even the dregs are left...
…
Sure enough, when Conan, who had just put himself in a good mood, heard this topic, he suddenly became depressed again. He poked the cake on the plate, breaking the innocent dessert into fine crumbs.
Mao Lilan accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, and belatedly remembered that this child was also a fan of Ray Katis. She quickly laughed awkwardly and changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, isn't there a football exhibition match today? Although Mr. Lei can't play, there are many other stars who are idle. Let's go and take a look."
"..." Conan doesn't want to hear the word "football" at all now - if it weren't for the vodka fuss around him recently, he would have almost wanted to take off his football belt and throw it away.
Hearing the "exhibition match" at this time, and thinking that Ray Carteris would originally participate in that game, Conan suddenly became even more wilted. He waved his hand and said: "You go ahead, I'm not interested in football."
Jiang Xia stirred the straw: "Actually, I don't really like football either..."
"That's right! Why don't you go watch baseball." Hattori Heiji suggested excitedly at first, but then he remembered something was wrong, "But there is no baseball game today, so you guys came at the wrong time."
In any case, except for Conan, no one in this group of people seems to really love football.
So the trip to watch the exhibition game was naturally canceled. After they came out, the three girls started discussing where to hang out next.
At this time, Jiang Xia's phone buzzed with an email.
...These are useful emails that Noah screened out from numerous spam emails.
Jiang Xia glanced at the proud round ball ghost next to him, took out his phone, and clicked on his mailbox.
Hattori Heiji accidentally glanced here, caught a certain keyword, and his eyes widened: "A commission? And it was a commission from Osaka people to you?"
Jiang Xia pressed the button to check the content, and nodded casually when he heard the words: "Maybe he saw the news the night before yesterday and knew that I was in Osaka, so he sent the email over."
Hattori Heiji's eyes twitched slightly: "I was also included in that news, and I am the famous Kansai Detective - why didn't he come to me?"
Suzuki Sonoko wondered: "I've read that newspaper too, but where are you in it?"
There happened to be a recent newspaper on the shelf next to it, and Hattori Heiji grabbed it: "It's right here! What do you look like?"
Yuan Shan and Ye turned their heads, looked at the photo in the newspaper that was taken in the dark night, and a pair of blurry eyes in the background of the photo, and laughed out loud.
Suzuki Sonoko didn't give him face like this. She was stunned for a while, and when she finally found Hattori Heiji in the shadow, she banged the table and laughed: "I finally know why you have solved so many cases but have no reputation. You and Jiang Xia
That detective boss is a problem - why don't you invest in a newspaper that only publishes color newspapers? People won't be able to see this kind of black and white printing."
Hattori Heiji's fist hardened: "You are not famous, I am very famous! It's just that not many people know me!"
Next to him, Conan held a straw in his mouth and nodded secretly: "..." Hattori Heiji is not famous perhaps for this reason, but that Amuro boss, he is actively hiding from the camera.
"Alas, speaking of suspicious persons, those two guys actually walked away last night." Conan thought of Vodka and Calvados who left the venue as passers-by, and briefly cheered up from the shock of his idol's collapse, "There is no time to be sad.
Now, while I'm still in Osaka, I have to find out what conspiracy those two guys have."
"But having said that, I have no idea where those two people are..."
Thinking of this, Conan sighed and could only secretly pray to meet those two people as soon as possible.
At this time, Jiang Xia put down her phone and asked, "Have you ever heard of the 'Sunflower Hotel'?"
"I know!" Yuan Shan and Ye like to play everywhere during their holidays, and they also pay attention to strategies in this area. "It's the hotel that was just built recently. I heard it was designed by a well-known international architect.
The entire restaurant will rotate slowly like a sunflower, giving you a 360-degree view of the surrounding scenery.”
Hattori Heiji heard more. He looked at Jiangxia: "Is your commission this time related to the Himawari Hotel?"
Jiang Xia responded.
When Suzuki Sonoko heard what Toyama Kazuha said, she found it interesting. She clapped her hands and said, "That's it for today's itinerary! I have nothing to do. Let's go to this hotel to have a look."
Jiang Xia nodded and welcomed the initiative of this group of students: "I'll ask the client if he doesn't mind a few more guests."
…
Several high school students were happily discussing their next trip.
the other side.
After a busy night of vodka and Calvados, we returned to our temporary base tiredly.
——A few hours ago, they went to the American reporter's residence overnight, but failed to get the person's laptop.
Because before the two people rushed there, someone sneaked into the hotel where the deceased was staying and took away such things.
"Who did it?" Vodka cursed, and could only start to search nearby surveillance cameras to find the guy who cut off the beard.
Next to him, Calvados remembered the intelligence he had passed by and couldn't help but said coldly: "How on earth did you do the task? If we rushed to the hotel immediately after leaving the venue, things would not be there at all.
leave."
Vodka couldn't help but mutter: "I was indeed careless, but what about you? You didn't expect it either."
Calvados: "..."
He lost two guns in two days and was almost hit by bullets twice. When he left the banquet hall, his mind was filled with the weird experiences of the past two days. As for the mission of the organization... he had indeed forgotten it.
The two losers looked at each other for a moment, feeling slightly guilty and looking away at the same time, immersing themselves in thinking of ways to remedy the situation.