"How about I just work for you and sign a confidentiality contract. Will this be OK?" Amuro Tori asked with a disquiet expression, but Tani Shuizumi didn't believe his lies. If it weren't for doing this on purpose, it would have been a horror.

"Okay, then do it like that. You can go and do it first, and then talk about the details later." Gu Shuiquan responded with a smile, without saying anything.

"That's great, boss, you're such a great person." Tori Amuro patted his chest, as if he was relieved, but it still made him feel a little uneasy because of this smoothness, especially the other party's smile seemed to have something hidden...

Hopefully, I feel wrong.

On the stage, the host brought everyone's attention back to the end of the game and announced that the competition had entered the last round. The contestants all returned to the backstage to prepare.

"The last round of the competition is a little special, which is related to the first love story of our special judge Mr. Hattori." The host suddenly mentioned Hattori Heiji, and the camera also gave a close-up on his face, which made him blush with a little embarrassment.

"Eight years ago, while Mr. Hattori was traveling in Kyoto, he met a girl who was slightly older than him. He was wearing a kimono, patting a ball, and singing local songs under a tree with cherry blossoms."

"This scene shocked him a lot, and this view made him unforgettable since then. For eight years, every time he came to Kyoto, Mr. Hattori would go to the place where he once met the girl, hoping to meet her again."

"He has been interviewed in a magazine and showed the crystal beads he picked up that were suspected to be dropped by the girl. He hoped that the other party would look for him later when he saw it."

"It's a pity that he has never achieved his long-cherished wish. Perhaps this is the curse of first love, which will always be unforgettable for life, and it will always be so upset and linger with a faint sadness."

The audience on site and in front of the TV were fascinated by the audience. Such stories could almost be written into books, making people yearn for reverie and wish they could replace them.

But the person involved, Hattori Heiji, had already started to get hot. This is too shameful. What is this? Is it publicly executed?

The host did not let him go and continued to talk.

"This time I came to Kyoto, Mr. Hattori still thought about seeing that girl once, but he only saw the other party, never even said anything, and didn't even know his name. How do you find this?"

"It's hard to find a needle in a haystack!"

"However, the so-called "don't forget" will have an echo. Perhaps it was because the Buddha felt his sincerity. After our program team learned about this, they really helped him find this first love."

"That's right, the first love Mr. Hattori has been searching for is among the ten contestants today!"

"So, in addition to letting the contestants show their charming voices, this last round of competition is also a test for Mr. Hattori. They will wear the same kimono, cover their heads, and slap the balls and sing songs under this cherry blossom tree, just like they did."

"So, can our Mr. Hattori find out his longing for the first love he has been thinking about? Let's wait and see!"

Hattori Heiji was almost out of his body at this time, and his shame was already showing. I just hope that today's show has not been seen by anyone who knows.

Kudo will definitely know. His woman is watching below. He will definitely be ridiculed when he looks back. Yesterday, he told him about his first love. He was ruthlessly ridiculed...

Wait...what is wrong.

Hattori Heiji suddenly woke up. He had mentioned his first love in a magazine, but he only said that the girl was a little older than him and showed the crystal beads. He did not say that it was in Yamanoji, nor did he say that the ball song was about!

He only told Kudo about this!

Damn traitor! The culprit!

Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth and even betrayed himself. If he dared to laugh at him again, he would never let him go!

Suddenly, a girl wearing a red kimono and covered with a red veil slowly walked under the cherry blossom tree under the guidance of the staff, and a ball was placed in her hand.

The cherry blossoms fell, silent, the red lips under the red silk spitted slightly, and the moving singing sounds swept away.

"Marutake Yi Er's Otaku Ichichi

Bride Hexagonal Brocade

Four silk Buddha Takamatsu Ten Thousand Five Points

Snow boots jingle fish stand

Walking through six and seven streets

After eight streets, it is Toji Road

You will arrive through nine streets..."

The song ended, and a brief silence followed by warm applause, and the ultimate audio-visual enjoyment was nothing more than that.

Hattori Heiji felt like he had traveled through time. He went back eight years ago, standing behind the wooden window that he had broken, staring blankly at the figure under the cherry blossom tree.

"Although it sounds nice, this contestant sang wrongly." Okita Soshi hugged the back of his head and made an inappropriate comment.

"Hey? Is that true?" Hattori Heiji turned his head strangely and asked.

"Yes, the second sentence should not be 'bride hexagon' but 'sister hexagon'." Okita General hummed a few words, "Natives have almost sang this kind of song when they were young, and they listened to it every day. They are used by children to record road names."

A lightning flashed through Kogoro Mori's mind, which made him lose his mind and murmured: "It's this, so that's it..."

Soon, the second player appeared, and there was almost no difference between the previous player. I could only say that the voice was different, and the lyrics were different, which was the error pointed out by Okita Mainji was corrected.

Third place, fourth place, fifth place...

As more and more contestants were on the court, Hattori Heiji became more and more absent-minded. He stared at the first contestant to sing on the court, as if he wanted to see through the red silk and see the people inside.

Finally, a small player appeared. She did not wear a red silk veil because it was meaningless. She could tell who it was from her body shape, but Conan's blonde hair was tied up.

Take a deep breath and open your mouth.

The originally anticipated eyes suddenly became dull. It was so nice, why, why did singing songs cost people a life? Is God really fair?

After the song was sung, Conan was still feeling a little unsatisfied. Looking at the audience who were sluggish, he smiled with satisfaction, and now he was stable.

However, what he didn't expect was that a voice came from the audience.

"The voice sounds so nicely, and the laughter makes people feel heart-warming. She is still a child, so she can't be so strict."

Immediately afterwards, someone echoed.

“Yes, yes, that’s it.”

"Yes, this competition is about the sound, not whether the singing is good or not. I think Victoria can capture me by just speaking, and she doesn't need to sing at all."

"I feel so, too."

Conan:...

"Okay, all the competitions are over. Let's take a look at who was the player who received the most votes in the end?"

Without any silence, the host started to read the tenth vote until...

"The fourth-ranked player is the second player, Toyama Kazuha. The third player is... the third player, Ooka Hongye, congratulations!"

The host read the poem with passion, but he was worried. Miss Ooka only got the third place. Is it really okay? However, since the director has counted the votes for himself and has not stopped calling, so let's continue reading.

"The runner-up player is...Player No. 1, Chiehsu, congratulations!"

"In the end, the winner is..."

Without waiting for the host to say it, the audience shouted in unison: "Victoria!"

"That's right, it's the No. 10 contestant, Victoria, let us warmly congratulate this contestant who is only seven years old for winning the championship. The sponsor of this program, Bingguo Milk Tea, will tailor her the second-dimensional image and develop related peripherals, including but not limited to waiting pillows, figures, dolls, badges, etc. Please wait and see and support it~"

"What the staff in the audience is giving you is the new product launched by Ice Fruit Milk Tea for this competition - 'First Love'. After it is officially launched, Victoria's 2D image will be used as the packaging pattern, and there will also be a membership card with Victoria pattern to apply for..."

The host finished the advertisement in a long and whispered manner, and then changed the topic, "So, finally, let's witness the story of the first love story of our famous high school student, Detective Hattori Heiji, in what form will come to an end!"

"Mr. Hattori, who do you think is your first love, please make your choice!"

Hattori Heiji was hit on the face by the camera again and became nervous. Although he would not be punished if he chose the wrong one, he always felt that something bad would happen.

If you choose the wrong one, you will always have to bear the price. These ten people, ah, one of the nine people must be their first love. This is what the host clearly said, and the great writer also made a guarantee.

If you choose the wrong choice, wouldn’t the search for the past eight years be a joke?

But is it really that way? Can it be confirmed with just one lyric error? Isn’t it normal for people to correct it after so many years?

"Mr. Hattori, please make your choice." The host urged.

Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth and could not look at it so much. He could only confirm this based on this, and the rest could only be opened and talked about it.

He was timid in his heart. Until this moment, he suddenly felt so nervous that he could not breathe normally. He was so expecting it, but now he was dying like this. What are he worried about?

The shadows of distant mountains and leaves flashed through his mind.

"Mr. Hattori..."

Hattori Heiji came to his senses, and he walked towards the first person to sing, stood in front of her, slowly lifting the veil...

"Why are you?!!" Hattori Heiji was shocked.

"Hmm? What do you mean? Didn't you hear my voice? You can choose the wrong one?" Yuanshan and Ye Liu's eyebrows stood up, but their hearts couldn't help but pounding. A question was tangled in their hearts - why did he choose me?

"No, no, I..." Hattori Heiji was a little confused. He was attracted by the scene at that time, immersed in memories, and could not pay attention to the problem of sound. The sound of Toyama and Hata singing mixed with the songs in his memory, making it impossible for him to tell.

"You just sang the wrong lyrics with Ye. Is it because I learned it temporarily? Didn't you remember?"

Yuanshan and Ye’s cheeks were slightly red, “No, because I was the first to play, they didn’t give me time to learn, and they didn’t tell me to sing this song in advance. Fortunately, I learned it when I was a child and remember it very clearly, but I remembered it wrong at that time, and it turned out to be wrong now…”

Hattori Heiji's expression was dull and he didn't say a word. Toyama and Haya angrily said, "What? Is it embarrassing to sing wrongly?"

"Not this, you..." Hattori Heiji swallowed, "When did you learn this song?"

"Well? When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I came to Kyoto with you. I learned it at that time. At that time, my relatives here even dressed up a kimono for me. As a result, you were impatient and said you wanted to go to Shannong Temple to play. When I dressed up and went to the temple to find you, I didn't see anyone. Then I was like today, under the cherry blossom tree..."

Yuanshan and Ye suddenly realized the significance of this round of the game, including balls, nursery rhymes, kimono, cherry blossom trees, and these things.

“Heiji…”

"What, what's wrong?" Hattori Heiji stammered.

"Isn't the first love you mentioned me?" Yuanshan and Ye covered their mouths. Even if they came to the conclusion, she couldn't believe it.
To be continued...