night.

The ‘Death’ chat room is still active.

Hattori: Kudo, Tuo, you will definitely come to Osaka this time, right?

Earth: Will go.

Hattori: Do you want to protect the eggs of memories yourself?

Earthwork: No.

Hattori:...Where is Kudo?

At Dr. Agasa's house, Ai Haibara rubbed his neck and stayed up late without realizing it. Even his young body could not hold back.

At this time, I glanced at the chat message on the computer next to me and quickly typed and replied with one hand.

Kudo: I will go, too.

Hattori: The Iron Triangle gathers again, and the monster Kidd will definitely not escape this time!

When Chen Xing saw this, he couldn't help but apologize to this friend who was far away in Osaka. Who would have thought that there was an insider in them?

Aizu Haibara smiled faintly. After Conan came back from the villa where magic lovers gathered, he told her that Tukashi Kazuki might know the monster thief Kid, and later secretly investigated his interpersonal relationships.

The final result is helpless and distressing, because this guy's social circle is too concise, and familiar people can count it with just one hand, and it is almost impossible for these people to be the thief Kidd.

So, after comparing the possibility of "Chen Xing Knows Kidd", Conan gave up this guess.

But Ai Haibara was still interested. She looked at Chen Xing's reply in the chat room and had a little idea of ​​playing tricks.

Therefore, when Conan went to Osaka with Kogoro Mori the next day, Ai Haibara gave him something.

"Eh?" Conan looked at the gadget in his hand that looked like a button sticker and blinked in confusion, "This is not..."

"That's right, Dr. Agasa's latest eavesdropping device." Haibara Ai nodded.

Conan's eyes moved, "By the way, find an opportunity to post it to the monster thief Kidd, so that he might know his true identity!"

"It's not for him." Haibara Ai said indifferently: "The person you want to eavesdrop on is Tuya's devotion."

"What?" Conan was surprised, still a little puzzled.

"Didn't you suspect that he knew Kidd before? Compared to pasting the eavesdropper on Kidd, it would be easier to eavesdrop on Kidd," said Ai Haibara.

Conan nodded thoughtfully, "In this way, if they really know each other, they can find out the identity of the monster thief Kid. If they have no contact in private, they will also clear their suspicion of him."

Anyway, Chen Xing will definitely go to Osaka, and he will never expect that he will eavesdrop on him.

"So, come on, detective." Haibara Ai waved his hand.

"Don't you go together?" Conan asked.

"I'm bored, I don't want to go." Haibara Ai turned around.

Eavesdropping is a very offensive behavior, but can he discover it?

...

In the sunny weather, Chen Xing came to Osaka again.

When he went to the extended car at the Osaka Prefecture Police Department, Yuanko talked and laughed with Ran Mori, while Kogoro Mori looked at the scenery outside the car window with great interest. This time, he didn't take the police car like he did last time, and he was undoubtedly much more happy.

Conan, on the other hand, was thinking about the opportunity to stick to the eavesdropper.

"By the way, let me introduce you to the driver. The one who drove was my father's secretary, Mr. Naoto Nishino." Yuanzi smiled.

"Please give me some advice." Nao Nishino smiled politely.

He wore a pair of black-framed glasses, and because of his profession, he smiled very kindly.

This is not the first time Chen Xing has seen each other, but there is no intersection. I only heard Yuanzi mention it, saying that this person lives in various countries around the world and knows a lot of foreign languages.

The car quickly drove into the destination, Suzuki Modern Art Museum.

As the new industry of Suzuki Consortium in Osaka, its style is naturally unique. At this moment, because of the thief Kidd's trailer, police can be seen everywhere, and helicopters patrol in the sky, and they are under high alert.

As everyone got off the bus, a motorcycle stopped immediately.

"Hey, Hattori?" Conan smiled.

"It's this guy again." Kogoro Mouri has always been dissatisfied with the young detective.

Hattori Heiji took off his helmet and smiled, "Kudo, Tuo, you are finally here."

Yuanshan and Ye came down from the back seat and said hello with a smile.

Ran Maori frowned, "Yes, his name is Conan, why do you call him Kudo every time?"

"Ah, sorry, because that little guy's eyes looked like Kudo, he screamed out unknowingly." Hattori Heiji scratched his head.

Chen Xing spoke at the right time: "So you are also here because of the thief Kid?"

Hattori Heiji knew that he was changing the subject and nodded immediately, "Yes, competing with such a tricky guy is something that every detective cannot seek."

Kogoro Mouri's mouth twitched: Why don't I feel that?

...

The president's room on the top floor of the art gallery.

As soon as everyone arrived, Shiro Suzuki came up, "Mr. Maori, thank you very much for rushing over there."

"Where?" Kogoro Mouri smiled humbly.

After the two shook hands, Shiro Suzuki patted Chenyu's shoulder naturally, then smiled and looked at the people behind him, "Oh, Xiaolan and Conan are here too. Yuanko, who are these two?"

"They are Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuhara." Sonoko introduced: "Heiji is known as a Western high school detective, and is quite famous in Kansai."

After a pause, she smiled and said, "And he formed an iron triangle with Chen Xing and Shinichi, and he is a good friend."

"Is that true?" Suzuki Shiro looked at Chenyuki with some surprise. When the child is old, he will make new friends.

Then he nodded to Hattori Heiji intimately and said, "Then I'll ask you this time."

Hattori Heiji has always been straightforward, "Please leave it to me, old man."

Kogoro Mouri's heart was thrilled and he hurriedly said, "You little guy, why are you shouting!"

He was afraid that Shiro Suzuki was angry, so he said this on purpose. As Shiro Suzuki, he probably wouldn't argue with a little guy.

Shiro Suzuki waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, by the way, I'll introduce it to you."

He raised his hand and pointed the few people sitting on the sofa.

A burly white-haired man in a suit, a first-class clerk of the Russian Embassy, ​​Siruov Chinickov.

An elderly art businessman with a hunchbacked figure, Qian Jiangyi.

He is quite rock-like, but he is actually a freelance image writer who applied to take materials and shoot, Han Chuanlong.

Pu Si Qinglan, a Romanov dynasty researcher with delicate appearance and long and eye-catching legs.

She was wearing a cheongsam and said hello in Chinese when she opened her mouth.

Chen Xing's ears moved and he glanced at her more.

Because he had heard Chinese, Master Zhizhen was a famous Japanese practitioner and had a lot of communication with him when he was young, so he could speak fluent Chinese.

The pronunciation of "Hello" alone is different from Pusi Qinglan. The former is smoother, while the latter is a bit rigid and less natural.

Moreover, I don’t know if I have an illusion, Chen Xing vaguely sensed a trace of unfriendly aura from the other party - murderous aura. He was not revealed too much, but he failed to completely stop it.

He was secretly paying attention to it.

"I wonder how valuable they are in identifying the Egg of Memories?" Kogoro Mouri said curiously.

"800 million yuan." Gan Jiang smiled.

"Eight, 800 million?" Kogoro Mouri was shocked. This was enough to meet the entrustment he had to ask for a mistress to find an affair.

"If President Suzuki is willing to sell, I can increase it a little more." Gan Jiangyi said.

"President, this item is a Russian thing. It is better to send it to us than to sell it to such a blind black market merchant, and it will be preserved by our Russian Art Museum!" Siruov said anxiously.

When the soldiers heard this, they were dissatisfied, "You said I have no vision?"

He did not deny the evaluation of the black market businessman. He understood the profession and unspoken rules, just like the cowherd in a bar. But if you are questioned, you can't do it without vision. This is questioning his professionalism, just like saying that the cowherd will not yell hard.

"Ha, it's more interesting to shoot people than to shoot eggs." Han Chuanlong held up the camera with a frivolous attitude.

He immediately looked at Pu Siqinglan and joked: "As a researcher of the Romanov dynasty, you should want to get this egg more than anyone else, right?"

Pu Siqinglan bit her lip, "That's right, but I don't have 800 million yuan."

The beauty is heart-wrenching, but it makes people feel protective. If there is a cynical young master in the consortium present, he may not be able to help but wave his hand and say the honest saying, "I will pay for the order only 800 million yuan" to make people laugh.

When she became suspicious, Chen Xing felt that she was acting and her mind must be impure.
Chapter completed!