Chapter 563 Congratulations to Mr. Maoli on the new car!
After leaving the lively venue and walking deep into the quiet corridor, Toru Amuro dialed the phone.
"Belmod."
"It's me, Bourbon."
On the other side of the phone, a beautiful figure was soaking in the bathtub, the hazy steam covering her proud career line.
"Bourbon. What a surprise. This is the first time you have contacted me after that incident."
Belmod's tone was ambiguous, and just this charming and tender sentence was enough to break the concentration of most men.
But Tohru Amuro knew that this was just Bermod's consistent way of treating men, especially men who were relatively capable in "certain aspects."
But once you fall into this gentle trap, you will become a tool for its use.
Femme fatale describes this kind of person.
In addition, there have been rumors within the organization that the relationship between Belmod and Gin seems to be somewhat abnormal.
Therefore, Toru Amuro always kept a respectful distance from Belmod and was cautious at the same time.
Until that time she took the initiative to find herself.
"Can you help me find out what mission Gin is performing?"
Toru Amuro went straight to the point, leaving a hint of surprise on Belmod's face.
".What? Are you very concerned about Gin's mission?"
Belmod's tone was still a bit flirty, but Toru Amuro didn't have time to beat around the bush, as the bomb at the venue could explode at any time.
"Actually, in addition to what you wanted to know about the investigation you commissioned me last time, I also found out some other things."
"You actually have that kind of relationship with that adult in the organization."
Hearing this, Belmod, who was leisurely soaking in the bathtub, stood up from the bathtub as if reacting to stress, exposing even more of his body curves.
"What do you know? Tell me!"
Belmod's tone changed from the ambiguous tone just now, and there was a sharp murderous intent in his vicious words.
This actually gave Toru Amuro some comfort, which at least showed that Bermod really cared about this piece of information.
"When you found me, you took a fancy to my ability to collect intelligence. Naturally, you should know that your secret may also be discovered by me."
"But please don't worry, I haven't told anyone about this yet."
"You don't want this to spread around the organization, right? So I suggest you."
Before Toru Amuro could finish speaking, Belmode on the other side had already walked out of the bathtub wet, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and said viciously: "Don't think I don't know where you are hiding, are you the famous detective?"
Bellmore's words took Toru Amuro by surprise.
I didn’t expect that this woman was in control of my schedule. When was she exposed?
However, Amuro Toru had an idea and pretended to be calm: "It doesn't matter if you know where I am, I have already arranged everything. As soon as I die, your secret will be leaked to the inside of the organization."
Belmode's anger became even greater.
"Are you threatening me?"
Amuro smiled darkly, "Not really. I prefer to call it 'cooperation'."
Belmod thought for a moment, then relieved the fire in his heart and said coldly: "I will inquire."
After saying that, Belmod hung up the phone.
Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief and put the phone in his pocket.
In fact, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't want to expose his trump card and arouse Belmod's hatred.
Experience tells him that it is not good to anger a woman under any circumstances.
The more beautiful the woman, the more so.
But now the bomb matter involves hundreds of lives in the venue, so we have to take risks.
"call--"
Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief again, managed his expression, and returned to the venue.
In the banquet hall, Qin Zhibo and Mouri Kogoro raised their hands at the same time in 30 seconds and were invited to the stage together.
"It's Senior Maori and Mr. Qin"
"Both of them are famous detectives, and they really deserve to win the prize!"
In everyone's subconscious mind, famous detectives must have better time control than ordinary people. It is normal for these two people to guess correctly within 30 seconds.
Even Conan, who thought Ayumi or Mao Lilan might win, felt that it was pretty good that these two people guessed correctly.
But the actual situation is that Qin Zhibo relied on the system to "cheat".
Mouri Kogoro was counting numbers when he was disturbed by a child brought by a young mother beside him. He was upset and raised the flag casually.
Unexpectedly, I just missed the mark and won the bid.
But in this way, only two people guessed it, and there was only one Ford Mustang sports car.
"Next, the two of you need to guess the ownership of this sports car."
“It’s such a blessing to be able to see the ‘showdown’ between two famous detectives here!”
Under Mio Tokiwa's mood, the audience immediately became interested.
Conan had already predicted that he would reach this point, and his eyes became even more interested.
Although guessing seems to be one third of a game of luck, it is actually a psychological game.
For example, the first time a man punches is most likely to be a rock. During the punching process, he can secretly change his hand shape, punch several times to determine the opponent's punching pattern, etc.
This kind of micro-management can fully reflect the detective's strength.
But because of this, Conan is not optimistic that Mouri Kogoro can win, because the rankings of Mouri and Qin Zhibo are really far apart.
But since it is a competition of this nature, it is better for friendship to come first.
Come on! Uncles!
At the same time, two uncle-level detectives were already posing on the stage, ready to guess the game.
Mouri Kogoro was so exaggerated that he swung his right arm and looked like he wanted to beat his opponent to death and win the prize directly.
He is eager to end his rental car career.
Qin Zhibo also narrowed his eyes slightly, eager to expand his small living space and end his humble life.
Two men in their thirties are both struggling for life.
Even so, Qin Zhibo also knew that this guessing game was not good for him.
My own luck is 35, but Mouri Kogoro seems to remember that it is 60.
From this aspect, the advantage lies with him.
so.
"Please wait a moment. Can we change the rules of guessing?"
"We're two guessing games, and the loser gets the car, okay?"
Facing Qin Zhibo's proposal, Tokiwa Mio and Mouri Kogoro were a little puzzled.
The probability of winning or losing in guessing games is one-third. Is there any difference?
"If Mori-senpai thinks it's okay"
Tokiwa Mio looked at Mouri Kogoro, but Mouri Kogoro had no patience. Anyway, the probability of winning or losing was the same, so he agreed without hesitation.
"good!"
The three people decided on the new rules on the stage, and then started guessing.
"Three, two, one!"
As Tokiwa Mio's command fell, Qin Zhibo and Mouri Kogoro simultaneously punched, which was a stone.
cut.
Mouri Kogoro gritted his teeth and felt infinite regret in his heart.
Why don't you get scissors?
Next, the second guessing game.
"Three, two, one!"
The two took action again, this time their palms were still the same, both made of cloth.
Mouri Kogoro gritted his teeth and felt infinite regret in his heart.
Why don't you get scissors?
After two draws in a row, Mio Tokiwa ordered again.
"Three, two, one!"
This time, the two uncles finally took on a different shape.
Kogoro Mori: Scissors.
Qin Zhibo:Bu.
"Okay! I win!"
"I won!"
Mouri Kogoro gave a deafening cheer, which made Mio Tokiwa a little embarrassed as an outsider.
"Senior Mori."
"Congratulations to Mr. Maori for buying a cross-country mountaineering bicycle!"