Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Although I don't know who or what Rum wrote and acted in such a big play, but if fbi, cia, and even the Japanese red party represented by Kogoro Mouri and Conan are gathered together, something very interesting should happen. Bar?

Strange changes are taking place around the world, and Kogoro Mouri, who is at the center of the vortex, still knows nothing about it.

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Mouri Kogoro drank the eighth glass of wine today and sighed contentedly: "Although the high-end red wine is not enjoyable to drink, it tastes really good."

"Shh!"

Maurilan snatched the glass from Kogoro Mauri's hand, handed it to the waiter politely, and signaled him not to bring the wine again.

"What are you doing, Xiaolan?"

"Dad, have you forgotten our agreement with the client? Are you going to meet the client so drunk?"

"Ah." Mouri Kogoro waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, I'm very awake now!"

Mao Lilan was helpless, and was about to say something, but saw Conan pointing in the direction of the door: "The client seems to have arrived."

Ok?

The Mouri father and daughter followed Conan's line of sight at the same time, and sure enough, they found a figure looking around at the door.

The man had a western face, and after asking the waiter, he walked straight in the direction where Kogoro Mouri was.

"Oh, I have long admired the name, you are the famous detective Mr. Kogoro Mori!" The man stretched out his hands very excitedly, as if he had regarded Uncle Mori as an idol.

Mouri Kogoro drank too much alcohol, and his mouth was full of alcohol, but the client seemed to have no sense of smell, and he did not dislike the smell of alcohol at all. Instead, the two brothers embraced Mouri Kogoro's shoulders and introduced themselves. :

"I'm Rick Hawkins, you can just call me Rick." Rick speaks fluent Japanese, even with a little Kyoto accent, just listening to his voice won't take him as a foreigner at all, "I do it here in the United States. In the logistics business, I encountered some small troubles not long ago, and I have no choice but to ask you for help."

"Small idea!" Mouri Kogoro started to guarantee the ticket without asking about the specific content of the entrustment, "As long as the money is in place...cough, I mean that you are my friend, I have made an appointment, no matter how troublesome the entrustment is, it doesn't matter. ."

Hearing this, Rick smiled and said, "That's great. Actually, I've received a lot of death threats recently, not only myself, but my family and friends as well."

Rick casually sat down next to Conan opposite Mouri Kogoro, took out many copied pictures from the file bag, and handed them to Mouri Kogoro.

There are many photos, including death-threatening emails, blood-stained envelopes, dead frogs in the mail, bullets attached to the letter, and more.

Seeing these things, Rao Mouri Kogoro, who was just drunk and not sober, couldn't help but get serious.

Well, men, especially successful men who are out in business, are envious or even threatened by others. It's just that the threat this man named Rick Hawkins received was even more exaggerated.

However, once the threat crosses me and affects my family and friends, it will never be forgiven!

Just as Mouri Kogoro can accept that he is hated by the prisoners, but he will never allow those people to hurt Xiaoran and Eri, he will not tolerate such cowards who only spread the wrath of incompetence on innocents!

"Why did he threaten you?" Kogoro Mauri asked in a deep voice.

Rick turned out the bottom photo: "This is the email I received half a month ago, the other party threatened me to give up my business on the West Coast, and if I didn't quit from the West Coast, he would make my family pay the price.

"Later, the parents in my wife's hometown also received several threatening calls. The calls were sometimes in the evening or early in the morning. Usually there was no sound on the other side, and sometimes scary music was played."

"Has the reason for the threat not changed?"

"No."

"How long has the threat been going on?"

Rick thought for a while and replied, "I can't remember the exact time. It's been about three months since I started collecting evidence."

Conan asked curiously, "Since the other party has already started threatening your family, why haven't you given up your business on the West Coast?"

Maori Kogoro's face changed slightly, and he was about to scold, but Rick smiled generously: "Because for us businessmen who are well-known in the industry, threats have long been commonplace. Occasionally competitors will use this method to disturb me. or just to make me uncomfortable. I would not have contacted the Maori detective if it hadn't been for the length of the threat and the fact that it has caused some distress to my family."

"Then why didn't you call the police?" Conan was confused.

"Call the police?" Rick laughed. "This kind of non-substantial threat will not attract the police's attention. It will be even worse if you accidentally start a snake and provoke the other party."

Oh, that's right. Conan almost forgot that they are now in the United States. The United States does not have the kind of super dedicated police officers who are always on call in a search class. Conan is reluctant to admit that in fact, the dedication of the Tokyo police is completely driven by the high crime rate headed by Mihuacho. from.

Mouri Kogoro glared at Conan disapprovingly, and took the initiative to talk back to himself: "Do you have any doubters, such as a competitor who has just fallen overboard recently."

"Uh, suspicious candidates..." Rick looked embarrassed. "Ashamed to say, since I made a fortune, there have been basically jealous people around."

Then, Rick began to tell his family history.

For example, he was originally just an ordinary person born in a slum area. He had no qualifications and no ability. He would be disliked by the boss if he worked with his brothers, but later, I don’t know if it was because of luck and the east wind, he was desperate to do business. It became bigger and bigger, and later became a leader. For another example, after Rick was abandoned by his first love, he even found a model who was better than his ex-girlfriend in every way to get married. After the marriage, the husband and wife were happy and had a bunch of children. There are countless counterattack stories like this.

After hearing this, even Mouri Kogoro felt a little sour in his heart.

Ah, really, how can there be such a lucky winner in life!

Rick touched his head embarrassedly: "That's it. In short, there are definitely more people who hate me than friends. I don't know who to suspect for a while."

Mouri Kogoro sighed: "Anyway, please write down all the people who are doubtful, and I will rule them out one by one."

"Then please!"

…

After Rick Hawkins left, the confident confidence on Kogoro Mauri's face instantly disappeared.

"Dad, is it really okay? After all, we are in the United States, where we are not familiar, and there is nowhere to start the investigation." Even Maolilan asked worriedly.

"I don't know either, but I always have an inexplicable premonition in my heart that this matter might get worse and worse."

Mao Lilan was helpless: "What kind of hunch is this?"

"Oh, let's call it Kogoro's hunch!" The uncle waved his hands irritably.

Conan's eyes hidden behind the lenses flickered slightly, because he had almost the same premonition as Mouri Kogoro.

Rick Hawkins' problem should be more than pure jealousy.

…

Downstairs in the juke hotel, he calmly waved to stop a taxi, and the person who casually said an address was Rick Hawkins who had just met Kogoro Maori.

In the taxi, he was talking on the phone as if no one else was there, and he didn't care if he would be overheard by the driver.

"Yes, I have seen it. He is a very interesting person, but for the time being, it is unclear whether he has the strength to match his reputation." Rick's mouth curled into a smile, but his expression was restrained and respectful. "Don't worry, within three days, I will reveal his true colors."

"Also..." Rick paused.

"What's wrong?" A slightly cold voice came from the receiver.

Rick was shocked, and said quickly, "He was accompanied by a little boy, who looked like six or seven years old, and was very intelligent."

He's just a smart kid, not worthy of his special mention.

However, Rick felt a sharp edge on the boy. That was by no means what a "slightly precocious" child could bring him. Even in the organization, few people could make Rick so jealous.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he has been organizing peripheral activities all the year round, and he has hardly dealt with the code members.

An Edogawa Conan, who has restrained his sharpness, made him nervous. When he saw Gin...he would be so scared that he would have some normal physiological reactions, right?

After listening to his report, the person on the other side of the phone seemed to be interested, and asked a few more things about the boy, and Rick answered them truthfully.

"Come as planned, but don't interfere with the detective's actions."

Rick responded respectfully: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

…

At this time, Rum was sitting leisurely in the car in the ruins of the tense building. There is a computer in front of him, and a photo is displayed on the screen—the photo reads "Edogawa Conan" underneath.

"Interesting, really funny." After staring at the photo for a few minutes, Rum suddenly burst out laughing.

Although Rum's state was very wrong at this time, the subordinate in charge of driving did not dare to show any abnormality. He had already closed his ears and never listened to things that he should not know.

"Edogawa Conan." Rum read Conan's name word by word, "Are Kudo Yusaku's distant relatives, their names are too arbitrary. It's hard to imagine Mezcalley and Belmod. There will be no doubts.”

Rum lowered his head and looked at the lines on his palm very seriously, his expression gradually became gloomy: "Kudou Shinichi, the prey that escaped from my hands seventeen years ago, it seems that it is time to beg back now."

At the same time, Conan, who was far away in the juke hotel, shuddered.

"Put on your coat, it's too cold in the restaurant." Maurilan handed the coat to Conan with concern.

"Well, thank you Sister Xiaolan." Conan sniffed hard, took the clothes and put them on obediently.

Mao Lilan stared at him blankly, but his gaze did not fall entirely on Conan, but rather looked through him to someone who was not here.

Conan met Mao Lilan's gaze, and suddenly felt guilty: "Xiao, sister Xiaolan, is there something on my face?"

Mao Lilan returned to his senses and smiled embarrassedly: "No, I'm just thinking... Where is Xinyi now and what is he doing?"

"Uh..." Conan froze, subconsciously explaining to Kudo Shinichi, "Brother Shinichi must be helping the police solve the case again, he is very busy."

"Yes, he is very busy." Unexpectedly, Mao Lilan accepted Conan's explanation very easily, and even nodded seriously.

This reaction made Conan even more guilty.

"What, he is a high school student who has not yet grown up, where does he have such great skills?" Kogoro Mori was extremely disgusted by a **** who left his 'girlfriend' irresponsibly and ran away, "Even a real famous person like me The detective is not too busy to show up!"

"Cough cough. Uncle is so powerful, he can basically solve the case on the same day. But the new brother is different. He must need more time to collect evidence and reasoning methods."

Mouri Kogoro agreed: "It's quite reasonable for you to say that. Forget it, no matter what he thinks, our Xiaolan doesn't owe him anything..."

In the latter sentence, Kogoro Mouri's voice was very soft, obviously he didn't want Maorilan to hear it. But Conan heard it, even clearly.

"…"

Conan sighed in his heart.

He also wanted to immediately become Kudo Shinichi and return to Xiaolan's side.

But there is no way. Now that the organization has not been eliminated, and when the antidote for Hai Yuanai has not been developed, he is not qualified to return to Xiaolan and protect her from the wind and rain as her boyfriend.

"Hey! Dad, look!" Mourilan suddenly patted Kogoro Mouri's arm and said a little excitedly, "Isn't that Mr. Asano, he's really in America!"

"Hey—" Mauri Kogoro couldn't help gasping in pain.

Mao Lilan suddenly said: "I'm sorry dad, I forgot that you still have injuries!"

"It's alright, alright!" Mauri Kogoro waved his hand in a pretentious manner, but in fact he was so in pain that he couldn't say anything.

Playing cool and handsome, sometimes you really need to pay a painful price.

Nobunaga, who had just walked into the restaurant, naturally saw Mouri's father and daughter and Conan's child sitting by the window.

Facing Mao Lilan's gaze, Nobuhan knew that he should go over to say hello to both the public and the private. He apologized to the people around him, and then walked towards Mouri Kogoro and the others.

"Mr. Mouri!" Nobufumi's voice was filled with just the right amount of surprises and surprises, as if he didn't know or expected Kogoro Mouri to appear here, "Why are you here? I Remember that the tense didn't invite detectives this time."

Conan stuck out his tongue in secret.

Mr. Asano is really becoming more and more good at acting, and even he was almost deceived by him.

"Hmph." Mouri Kogoro exhaled heavily through his nose, "Although I don't know what your tense is doing, but if you take the detective too lightly, it won't end well."

There was a slight smile in Xinfan's eyes.

"Ah, that's what I thought too."

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