This is a luxury cruise ship, and the logo on the ship declares that the ship belongs to one of Japan's largest consortiums - the Suzuki Consortium.
Because Kaito Kidd was attacked, he dropped the [Memory Egg] and fled, and the police conducted a comprehensive search to no avail. In the end, it was decided that the Suzuki family's boat would escort the [Memory Egg] back to Tokyo.
And the "denominators" who originally gathered in Osaka and were coveting this [Egg of Memories] to choose one of the classic cases also boarded the ship one after another.
At this time, a large group of people gathered in the reception room of the ship.
Including: the Mori father and daughter and Conan, the Suzuki father and daughter and their secretary, Natsumi Kasaka and her old servant who came to look for the head of the Suzuki family, the secretary of the Russian Embassy Siruov Chinnikov, the art dealer Shoichi, Pu Si Qinglan, a scholar of the Romanov dynasty, and Ryu Samkawa, a freelance video writer who applied to photograph the treasures.
And finally, Yuan Huaiyu, one of the first discoverers of the [Memory Egg] and an acquaintance of the Maori family.
There was an Easter egg on the table in front of everyone.
According to Kasaka Natsumi, after she heard about the "Memory Egg" being exhibited, she found the drawing of this egg from the relics left by her great-grandfather, but found that it was different from the egg promoted by the Suzuki family. Certain discrepancies.
Her great-grandfather Kiichi was once a worker in the Easter egg maker Faberuge's workshop and married a local Russian woman. The two returned to Japan the year after the October Revolution.
The ensuing discussion process was basically a death show performed by a primary school student.
Seeing Conan first point out that the memory eggs might be two nesting dolls, and then use the "magic mirror" embedded at the bottom of the memory egg in front of him to project an image of a German-style castle, Yuan Huaiyu felt a little nervous. Can't stand it any longer.
Fortunately, he deliberately showed doubts about Conan before, trying to make him realize that his behavior was completely unlike a first-grade elementary school student.
As soon as he turned around, this guy kept showing off his findings in front of Xiaolan, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know how extraordinary this little boy was.
"Sigh... I can only say that the genes Yukiko inherited from him are too strong, especially the desire to perform that easily gets carried away."
Yuan Huaiyu knew that at this point in time, Mao Lilan was already quite suspicious of Conan's true identity. Every time he saw Conan's expression and posture, he would unconsciously think of the missing Shinichi.
Seeing that Natsumi Kasaka promised everyone present that she would take them to explore the German-style castle left by her great-grandfather, and everyone cheered for this, Yuanhuaiyu sighed again.
They only saw the treasures of the Romanov dynasty that they might find, but they did not realize that among these people was a vicious and internationally wanted criminal.
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"Dong dong dong..."
Yuan Huaiyu was lying on the big bed in the cruise guest room when there was a knock on the door.
He didn't need to think twice to know that the person at the door was the ship's expert in committing suicide, Samchuanlong, who liked to take pictures here and there with a camera.
He stood up with a troubled expression - he had not decided whether to save this guy from Shi Kaobing or not.
Opening the door, a camera shot almost directly onto Yuan Huaiyu's face.
"Hey! Little brother, what's your expression? Don't you welcome me?"
Yuan Huaiyu looked at this man with disgust, as if he was looking at an idiot.
"Forget it, this expression is not bad, I took the photo."
Hanchuanlong held up the camera and looked at Yuanhuaiyu with a frivolous manner, and the words he spoke always sounded provocative.
He casually took a picture of Yuan Huaiyu's room, but found that there was almost nothing in the room, so he left without interest.
Yuan Huaiyu stood outside the door, looked at Hanchuanlong's back, and shrugged.
"Mr. Yuan! Do you want to come over and have a chat?"
Xiaolan's energetic voice came from the door of the next room.
Yuanhuaiyu looked towards her side and saw Xiaolan waving to him. Sonoko standing next to her had some evasive eyes. In addition, Kasaka Natsumi and Ushi Qinglan were also present.
The four beauties, Chunlan Qiuju, each have their own merits, but Yuanhuaiyu has no intention of admiring them.
Because when he thought of the weird scene that followed, he couldn't help but laugh.
I went to an L-shaped sofa in the room with a few people and sat down. The coffee table in front of me was already filled with tea shops.
At this small gathering, Conan naturally sat close to Yuan Huaiyu, poked Yuan Huaiyu's waist with his elbow, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Yuan, why are you here too?"
"I heard that Miss Qinglan is Chinese. I am also very interested in Chinese culture, so I want to get to know Miss Qinglan."
Yuan Huaiyu looked at the elegant beauty in cheongsam and nodded slightly in greeting, while Pu Siqinglan also smiled and returned the greeting.
Then he began to concentrate on the wide variety of sweet and delicious snacks on the table, listening to them talk about everything from the color of their eyes to their hair color and nationality, and then started chatting in Mandarin Chinese.
Yuan Huaiyu could barely hold back at first, but when he heard Pu Siqinglan call Suzuki Sonoko "Suzuki Meatballs", he still laughed out loud.
Seeing Yuan Huaiyu's overjoyed expression, Pu Si Qinglan tilted her head slightly: "Mr. Yuan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, you continue." Yuan Huaiyu stuffed a large piece of cookie into his mouth.
When several ladies were chatting about their respective ages and birthdays, Conan jumped out again and revealed that his birthday was May 4th, which successfully made Xiaolan's suspicion even further. Seeing this, Yuan Huaiyu raised his forehead and sighed.
Everyone had their own thoughts, and only Miss Suzuki Meatballs couldn't feel the undercurrent. The tea party was over, and everyone was about to go back to their rooms when Yuan Huaiyu grabbed Pu Si Qinglan.
"Miss Qinglan, do you have time? I would like to discuss some Chinese content with you again. Can I go to your room?"
Seeing Pu Siqinglan reluctantly taking Yuan Huaiyu into her room, Conan, as a bystander, also shook his head, guessing that Teacher Yuan might want to develop further with this Chinese beauty.
Just when he was lamenting Yuan Huaiyu's straightforward invitation, he didn't realize that Mao Lilan's eyes behind him were staring at him.
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Arriving in the room, Pu Si Qinglan first put away the photo of her ancestor Rasputin on the table, and then looked at Yuan Huaiyu with some indifference.
"I wonder what Mr. Yuan wants to discuss with me?"
Yuan Huaiyu pulled up a chair and sat down.
"There is nothing to discuss. After all, you are not a real Chinese."
He watched Pu Siqinglan's expression suddenly change, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face.
"How about it, am I right? A Russian disguised as a Chinese, Miss Pu Siqinglan?"
Pu Siqinglan pressed her right hand on the table nearby, her knuckles turning white from the exertion. She stared at Yuan Huaiyu with sharp eyes, as if she wanted to penetrate this man with her eyes.
"After all, your Chinese is so bad that people who really know Chinese can tell right away that you are a fake. Next time you pretend to be Chinese, remember to take a Putonghua proficiency test first."