After leaving the bar, the first thing Belmode did was to quickly investigate what Keshwaser said about the bomb.

She took some time to disguise herself as Yu Shirakawa, and visited Maori Detective Office late at night.

At this time, Conan was hospitalized and Kogoro was drunk.

The person who opened the door was naturally Xiaolan.

Seeing that the angel that she was dreaming about was still safe, Belmode was a little grateful to Keshwasher's mercy.

At the same time, she performed her acting with Yu Shirakawa's voice:

"Miss Maori, I'm so sorry that I'm still here to visit me so late."

"…I was careless and the package was wrongly packaged."

After hearing what she said, Xiaolan was slightly stunned: "Mr. Shirakawa, have you been giving a gift? I haven't received it here..."

Belmode: "…"

No gift?

Belmode thought for only a second and came to the conclusion.

That guy is cheating himself!

After hearing what Xiaolan said, it was not difficult for her to guess that there were actually no bombs. Yu Shirakawa was just using intelligence to act and intimidate herself.

I'm too anxious.

He was actually deceived by such a young boy.

The Maori family has a close relationship with the police.

How could Keshwasher dare to send bombs directly?

If you think about it carefully, you can actually figure it out.

If you want to blame, you blame yourself for being too anxious and being caught in the other party's words.

Thinking in my heart, Belmode's appearance was not broken, but he imitated Yu Shirakawa's gentle appearance and laughed silently:

"Well, it seems that it hasn't been delivered yet."

"...I will go back and communicate with the mailing staff and take the gift back by myself, so I won't bother Miss Maori."

Xiaolan nodded obediently, but at the same time she felt a little strange.

Isn’t Mr. Shirakawa’s house also in Mikacho?

If you want to give a gift, wouldn’t it be enough to just go there yourself? Why do you still need to contact the mailing staff?

Belmode didn't care about Xiaolan's expression and nodded and was about to leave.

But at this moment, Xiaolan suddenly recalled something and said casually:

"After that being said, the office has also received gifts from others today."

"...Is there any festival I'm going to have recently? Everyone is so enthusiastic."

"!"

Belmode's heart suddenly tensed up again.

She squeezed out a smile and asked in depth:

"Miss Maori, although it's very presumptuous, can that gift be used for me to see?"

"And, is the person who gives the gift..."

Xiaolan felt strange in her reaction to Shirakawa Yu.

When did Mr. Shirakawa care so much about his family?

But she didn't think much about it, turned around and entered the house, and took out a ornament with pleasure:

"No, this is sent by a client who once came to the firm. Her name is Okatani Noriko."

“…”

Belmode nodded without saying a word, took the ornament and took it in his hand to observe carefully.

It is called a ornament, but it is actually a bright golden piggy bank. Because it looks very pleasing to the eye, it can also be regarded as a pure ornament.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the other party wanted to use it for Conan.

Thinking of this, Belmode put his ear on the surface of the piggy bank and tapped it gently, frowning.

The piggy bank is empty, and judging from the sound, there is nothing at all, let alone a bomb.

"Did that Miss Okaya give something else besides the Golden Pig Piggy Bank?"

"It's gone."

Xiaolan shook her head, and at the same time she was a little puzzled, "Mr. Shirakawa, what are you..."

——In the middle of the night, I suddenly came to visit, and then kept knocking on the golden pig I just received...

Is this a unique way of learning from novelists?

Mr. Shirakawa, is it because he has encountered a creative bottleneck?

If this is the case, it would be really hard...

In Xiaolan's deep understanding of the gaze, Belmode just said, "Please don't care" and was vigilant to repeatedly check the Golden Pig.

In the end, hard work pays off.

She found a sticky note in the plug at the bottom of the golden pig.

[Smartness is disturbed by intelligence, it is not bad to be confused. Occasionally, happiness will accompany you.

——Happy April Fool's Day in advance.]

Seeing this, Belmode was slightly stunned.

The expression was a little complicated afterwards.

In just a few short sentences, it seems to be a regular and simple blessing.

But in fact, the content of this blessing was clearly said to myself who came to verify the situation.

With a few lines of small words in the sticky note, Yu Shirakawa's fox face with a knife hidden in his smile even slowly emerged in Belmode's mind.

This guy, Keshwasher...

I had known for a long time that I would come to find a gift to check, so I deliberately left a few whispers for her to see.

Thinking of this, Belmode's face looked a little bad.

hateful.

Even after leaving the bar, Is it all under the other party's calculations that will come to Xiaolan?

He put down the Golden Pig with a little annoyedness. The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt.

Even looking at the golden pig who was grinning happily seemed to be mocking her as a pig.

TMD kills people and kills them!

After forcing a smile, he apologized for returning the golden pig to Xiaolan.

Belmode greeted him, and did not waste much time and quickly left Maori's office.

In short, after temporarily letting go.

Belmode didn't think that Keshwasher was joking with him.

What is there for a person who dares to kill his teammates in his organization to avoid his angel?

Belmode's eyes were firm.

Next, you must be careful when you have contacted Keshwaser.

While trying not to alert the other party, conduct relevant investigations to find out what the information channel behind this guy is.

Find out who he was and reveal what happened to him in New York.

At the same time, try to keep Xiaolan away from the dangerous existence of this number.

She absolutely would not allow her angel to mingle with an old fox with a disgusting face!

Take out the photo of Xiaolan who was stabbed by a knife from her pocket, and Belmode caresses her back and forth with great affection.

...

On the other side.

When he rode a black motorcycle home, stretched his body, and threw the so-called "bomb remote control" into the trash can.

——That thing is just a toy.

I used intelligence to put pressure on Belmode, but I didn't expect that the other party really believed it.

It seems that love can bring wisdom to people.
To be continued...