Conan stared at the plastic flower buds on the hospital counter, pinched the child's innocent voice and said: "Why here...here...huh??"
The policemen were attracted by his movement and looked over: "What's going on there?"
Conan: "This..."
Where is the bug in this bud? Where is it?!
He suspected that he had missed it, but he searched around for the innocent fake flower, but found nothing.
Under the curious onlookers, Conan began to sweat profusely. Delaying it any longer might arouse suspicion, so he could only continue to say dryly in the same tone as before: "Here, the flowers here have been picked and hung for so long, but they haven't withered yet.
It’s really strange.”
The police officers who thought he was going to say something serious: "..."
The little brat is still a brat after all, and the Mu Mu Police Department shook his head helplessly: "Although it is very realistic, it is a plastic flower, and of course it will not wither. Okay, don't destroy the public property of the hospital, let's go."
Conan didn't want to leave, but he was worried that if he stayed, he would be exposed. After a moment of consideration, he could only leave the hospital and get into a police car while trying his best to keep a smile under the supervision of the reliable police department.
After the police car drove far away.
Conan: "..." Where is the bug? Where is the bug that is suspected to be installed by Vodka?
In order to avoid alerting others, he carefully slipped out of the hospital when he called the police.
After sending the message, Conan returned to the hall. After that, his eyes never left the fake flower equipped with a bug.
"Did Vodka take away the bug during the few minutes I left?" Conan's thoughts were racing and his face became increasingly uglier. "After I saw the bug, I immediately pretended not to have discovered anything, but
How come he still responded? Is this a coincidence, or...does he have an accomplice?"
Thinking back to what happened just now, the beautiful front desk lady came to mind. Her sweet smile gradually became distorted in Conan's eyes, and gradually became unfathomable.
…
Sijichuan Hospital.
Vodka urgently destroyed the bugs recovered from various places, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That kid had been echoing what the receptionist was saying, but he suddenly stopped talking in the middle of the conversation... I knew there must be a ghost in this."
Vodka recalled the scene when Conan was at the front desk half an hour ago - with his keen judgment and rich experience in installing bugs, he judged that the kid was very close to his bug at that time.
If you think about it more carefully, the plastic flower with the bug hidden in it is located so low that adults can't notice it, but with that kid's height...
"I'm careless. It seems I have to take this aspect into consideration in the future." Vodka clicked his tongue, feeling a little sad, "Speaking of which, forget it, you can't carry a gun, you can't even install a bug...I am a dignified cadre of an organization, and I have been reduced to this.
It’s to this point of obeying the law.”
He sighed and listened for a while with his ears perked up.
After he was sure that the police car and the police were gone and no one came to pester him, he breathed a sigh of relief and silently lay back on the hospital bed.
…
In the police car on the way back.
Fuyuki patted his heavy money box and said cheerfully: "What two unlucky fools, born poor, dare to blackmail me. They don't know how high the sky is."
The Mumu Police Department couldn't help but said coldly: "If you hadn't planted the evil consequences a few decades ago, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened now."
"..." Fuyuki felt bored and didn't dare to contradict the police at this juncture. He snorted and turned to the detective to save face: "I heard that you are a powerful detective? Instead of running around with the police every day.
, why not come and do it with me. I usually offend a lot of people, and this incident is a reminder to me that I just need a capable bodyguard - you can pay whatever you want, I have plenty of money."
Conan: "?" A detective is a detective, and a bodyguard is a bodyguard. This is not a profession. This guy is just looking for trouble!
Jiang Xia was not angry. He looked at the high-spirited Mr. Fuyuki and said, "I seem to have exchanged business cards with you before. My contact information is on the business card. If something happens, just call me."
…
After returning to the Metropolitan Police Department to simply complete the transcript, Fuyuki Ryuzaburo did not stay in this uncomfortable place. He returned to his office with the money and happily counted the lost wealth.
After he went upstairs, a young black shadow came out of the corner.
Conan: "..." It would be too risky to start the investigation directly from Vodka. If you think about the worst, the entire Shijikawa Hospital might have become their lair.
——So to be on the safe side, it’s better to start from the edge, such as following Fuyuki Ryuuzaburo to see if this guy’s recent encounters are related to vodka.
Seeing the target enter the office, Conan walked out and wanted to follow him in to have a look.
However, as soon as he reached the door, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and picked him up.
"You kid, where have you been acting wild today!" Mouri Kogoro caught the troublemaker, "You actually want to sneak into someone else's office, you are really causing trouble for me!"
"Uncle Maori?!" Conan was startled, "Why are you here?"
Mouri Kogoro carried him back to the street and smiled: "Xiaolan went to the supermarket to buy ingredients. Before dinner is served, I came here to inspect the entertainment life of the local residents."
Conan: "...Inspection?"
Just when he was a little confused, he saw Kogoro Mori, with his chest raised and his head raised, directly entering a mahjong parlor opposite Fuyuki Financial Office.
Conan: "..." Well, that's normal.
He was a little speechless, but then he thought about it, this place is opposite Fuyuki Ryuzaburo's office, which is a good place to keep an eye on - if he came as a child by himself, he might not even be able to get in, but now with Mouri Kogoro,
But he can blend into the crowd and hide himself well.
Thinking of this, Conan silently stopped thinking about complaining to Mao Lilan and followed him obediently.
Just as he was about to enter, another hand reached out from behind.
Conan was picked up again.
His heart skipped a beat, and he turned around quickly, only to find another false alarm: "...Jiang Xia? Why are you here?"
Jiang Xia looked into the mahjong parlor with a hint of curiosity: "There is nothing to do tonight, so I have nothing to do. I saw you sneaking out, so I followed you and took a look - I didn't expect that you, a primary school student, would actually steal something."
Sneak out and play mahjong."
Conan: "..." What a mahjong, this is obviously stalking... Speaking of which, Jiang Xia's tracking skills are too good. With his keenness, he didn't even notice that there was someone behind him.
While sighing at his classmate's talent as a detective, he pushed the blame: "Who said I was going to play mahjong? It was Uncle Maoli who brought me in without permission."