CONAN: I have a compositing station

Old God Natsuki was sitting on the sofa, leisurely serving tea, and then observing Conan on the opposite side through the steaming mist.

In that warehouse, Conan heard Natsuki suddenly mention Morilan and instantly became nervous, and he suspected that Natsuki might know his identity.

Conan sat opposite Natsuki, his eyes hidden behind his glasses, always guessing how much Natsuki knew about his own affairs, and whether Natsuki would be related to the black-clad organization.

"Should I call you Conan or Kudo?"

Natsuki took a sip of tea and then asked slowly.

Thanks to some instincts left by his predecessor and Natsuki's usual caution, he was able to make sure that he didn't have a bugging device in his house and could speak more directly.

Conan didn't speak, just raised his head and stared at Natsuki, who really knew his true identity.

"Ask whatever you want, look at the way you look, and you know that you have a stomach problem."

Looking at the rapid running of Conan's brain, Natsuki knew that if he didn't give an explanation, Conan's CPU would burn.

"Why do you know?"

Conan asked without thinking, and Natsuki knew that Conan was asking how he knew Conan's identity.

"I'm also a detective, don't forget that you lost to me.

When I passed by the same place twice, I found that the people lying on the ground were different. I had some doubts.

Who do you think helped you attract the police. "

Natsuki" told the truth.

"So you're stalking me?"

Conan thought about his chance encounter with Natsuki tonight.

It must have been Natsuki who became suspicious of his identity, so he deliberately followed him. Seeing him appear next to Xiaolan completely confirmed his identity.

Natsuki was able to accept the fact that Conan was getting smaller so quickly, and Conan felt that Natsuki was the same kind of person as him.

- Aside from the illusion, the rest of the thing, no matter how much you don't want to believe, is the truth.

Conan believes that being a detective is like this, only pursuing the truth, not being limited by common sense.

If something similar happens to him, he will do the same.

"Just curious about what exactly you've been through.

You also know that I am a creator, and there is never a shortage of imaginative people in our industry.

But what happened to you still makes me feel strange.

"I also found it hard to accept, but it just happened." Conan held the cup, the steaming mist obscuring his glasses.

"Did you find any other news?"

Conan still did not tell his situation and the man in black he met, but continued to ask.

He needed to know how much Natsuki knew.

"There are not many other things, this one needs to be investigated."

Natsuki shook his head and didn't say anything about gin and vodka.

"I also thought later that if I could develop that drug, there must be a huge organization behind it."

Conan nodded, then said his guess.

"This matter doesn't have much to do with you, you don't have to be involved."

After probably knowing how Natsuki discovered his identity, Conan began to regain his calm thinking, and even began to persuade Natsuki to stay out of the matter.

"If you say it, do you think there can really be a detective out of it?"

Natsuki asked rhetorically, adding another sentence.

"Except for certain waste detectives."

His meaning is obvious, since Conan said that there is a huge organization behind it, will this organization really abide by the law and never commit crimes?

As long as it is a capable detective, it will naturally come into contact with cases related to the organization, and whether it can be found out is a matter of ability.

Conan was silent, and Natsuki was right.

Competent detectives will always investigate the organization in various cases.

As for whether Natsuki was capable or not, Conan did not doubt it.

This world detective is supreme.

Mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo has high abilities, and Natsuki, who is also a best-selling detective manga artist, has high abilities.

"You can keep drawing your comics, why do you suddenly want to be a detective?"

Conan asked.

Natsuki smiled and said what he had once said about vodka.

"Fiction is never really a creation."

This is to show Natsuki's attitude.

The detectives in the comics solve the case, they are all fictional, can not make Natsuki satisfied, only to become a real detective, solve the criminal methods of one criminal after another, is the creation Natsuki wants.

Conan understood, and did not persuade Natsuki again.

Seeing that Conan was fooled by himself, Natsuki's illusory ears popped out of his head, and a small tail shook behind his back.

Reveal the "fox tail"!

"You seem to be contacting the case through that uncle today, your size, I'm afraid many things are difficult to do, right?"

Natsuki muttered.

"Indeed, we need to find a way to solve it."

Conan touched his chin and thought.

"I think you need a helper who combines wisdom and handsomeness, who can not only reason about cases, but also brush his face to obtain intelligence."

Natsuki made his own suggestion.

"I'm afraid this is not easy to find, it really can't work, I'll ask Hattori tomorrow if he will put on makeup"

Conan forced a smile and deliberately did not look at Natsuki, because Natsuki almost wrote the four words begging me for help on the door of his head.

Bang!

Conan, who had two large red bags on his head, covered his head and looked at Natsuki with a resentful expression.

"You don't read the newspaper, is Osaka Black Chicken handsome?"

"If there is a case to find me in the future, I will cover for you."

"Your reasoning belongs to that uncle, my reasoning belongs to me, hurry up and make a name."

"It seems that someone in your original family also sent you a commission, three detectives together, receiving the commission, are you afraid that you won't find the person behind the scenes?"

Natsuki said without allowing Conan to question, his face was excited, Conan only thought that Natsuki was the same as him, with a sense of justice, and he was looking forward to finding the mastermind behind the scenes step by step through commissioning.

Natsuki is actually fantasizing about the large number of negative items that are coming.

As for finding the mysterious organization behind the scenes through commissioning....

Natsuki watched the gin wine with his own eyes.

Maybe when Gin Jiu hit Conan, the cigarettes he smoked were all bought with Natsuki's money.

Natsuki also has a sense of participation.

So in a sense, Natsuki is also one of the masterminds behind the scenes.

Scratch yourself, how is it possible.

It is said that Conan actually knows Hattori.

......

"Hey, you don't have a partner."

Covering his head, Conan suddenly said, he observed the placement of Natsuki's belongings, and knew that Natsuki lived alone.

Burst!

Natsuki covered his heart and pointed at Conan with grief in his eyes.

There are many ways to hurt people, and Conan chose the deadliest one.

Come on, hurt each other, Conan's eyes defiant with two bags.

Conan played a single taunt, and the effect was outstanding.

"Women only affect the speed of my reasoning."

Natsuki said seriously, and at the same time his eyes did not forget to glance at Conan's small body.

"I'm not like you, the tools of the crime are not good, it is estimated that Miss Maori will now bathe you and equip you with a little yellow duck."

Natsuki played a weak card, and Conan broke the defense.

Conan directly screamed, and directly pounced on Natsuki with a rocket-headed mallet, and the two fell on the sofa.

"Lying groove, you engage in sneak attacks, can't you afford to play?"

Caught off guard, Natsuki was thrown down, and then the two scuffled.

"Ouch, isn't it okay to move your mouth, is it true that a famous detective bites with his mouth... You loosen my mouth.

"You throw in the towel and then take your hand off my neck!"

Conan, who was biting Natsuki's arm, said vaguely.

"You fart! You have such a big head, how can I strangle your neck.

Natsuki curled his neck, still not forgetting personal attacks.

"Whaa You kid won't really be Mad Dogman, I'm afraid of rabies! "

Whaa

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