Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Mao Lilan was stunned: "But we're going back to Japan tonight..."

"What does it matter, there are flights from Washington to Tokyo every day." Chris Wynyard seemed to have no plans to listen to Maurilan's suggestion at all. "If we leave now, we can get you back tomorrow."

"Huh? But..."

"Grab me." Chris suddenly said loudly.

Before Maurilan could react, he subconsciously grabbed the arm that Chrissy stretched out to her.

The next second, she felt herself rising into the air, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already sitting on a speeding motorcycle.

"Ah ah ah? Eh?!"

"Isn't it interesting?" Chris Wynyard asked Maurilan while steering the speeding motorcycle.

Mao Lilan's face was still blushing with excitement. She tightly grasped the placket on her chest, feeling the cool wind blowing on her face and her beating heart: "It's incredible, how did you do it?"

How could an unmanned motorcycle suddenly appear to carry them?

A smile appeared on Chrissy's face: "It's just a little trick, sit tight, we're going to speed up."

"Ehhh?!"

To speed up? !

…

"Mr. Asano! Xiaolan is missing!"

Conan's nervous and anxious voice came from the phone, "She seemed to have seen a person who was very similar to Kudo Shinichi just now, and she chased after him. Now I..."

Xinfan held the phone and said calmly, "Don't worry, she's fine."

"I'm not at all... eh?" Conan was stunned, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because..." Nobufan retracted his gaze from a distance and walked downstairs, "Because Miss Maori is by my side, I will keep her safe, you can rest assured."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, but then a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

Wait, if Mr. Asano and Ran are together, then the person who was very similar to Kudo Shinichi just now—could it be Mr. Asano who changed his face?

"Hey!" Conan hurriedly asked Asano Nobuyuki for evidence, but the other party hung up the phone indifferently.

Seriously, what the **** is Mr. Asano doing!

He was relieved to learn that Maurilan and Mr. Asano were together, but did Mr. Asano know that they were going back to China at night? Taking Xiaolan away at this time, does he want to send Xiaolan back by himself?

At this time, Nobuyuki had already left the building.

Maybe it was the teasing of the goddess of fate that he happened to see Belmode who kidnapped a girl from a good family in the alley next to him.

To be precise, Belmod is still Nobuman's partner - they came to the United States to participate in the summit forum held by the TENSE Group. But Belmod, the salted fish, once he arrived in the United States, he put a lot of work on Nobunaga, and he hid aside leisurely, often disappearing all day long.

I didn't expect to run out to "date" the goddaughter, it's really suspicious.

Of course, Nobunaga believes that Belmod will not hurt Maurilan, and her tolerance for Maurilan even exceeds that of Kudo Shinichi. But the current situation is not very favorable for the red side, and Belmod's identity is too special.

Xinfan stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and as soon as he got in the car, he said to the driver, "Follow the motorcycle in front of you."

The driver was stunned: "How can there be a motorcycle? Are you talking about the one parked in front of the bar?"

Xinfan: "…"

Well, his question. He actually forgot that his eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people, and what he could see might not be seen by ordinary people, not to mention that even if the driver saw Belmod and the others, he should not be able to catch up with his driving skills.

"Get off." Xinfan ordered in a low voice.

"What? This is my car! Hey! What are you doing! Robber, I'll call the police if you don't get off!"

Nobunaga grabbed the driver's back collar and grabbed him from the driver's seat.

The driver in front of him is a white man, and he is a middle-aged white man. His body size has already soared to a certain extent under the nourishment of various high-calorie foods. But in the hands of this seemingly weak Asian youth, he was easily lifted up like a little white rabbit.

"Hey, hey, let me go, I'm going to call the police!"

Xin Fan threw the driver in the back seat and fastened his seat belt kindly: "I advise you to stop a little, and call the police, as long as you don't disturb my driving."

Because of the delay, by the time Nobuyuki got the right to drive the taxi, Belmod and Maurilan had completely disappeared from the traffic.

But it doesn't matter, sometimes you don't need to see them to find someone.

Belmod's motorcycle must have been well over the upper limit, and she was bound to cause some riots as she moved through the traffic. Just follow these riots and you can always find them.

Nobuman made up his mind, so he looked for a direction and stepped on the accelerator—the car started off with a terrifying acceleration.

Feeling a clear push back, the driver quickly tightened his seat belt.

You must call the police ASAP!

This is the only thought in his mind now - he feels that this Asian young man just wants him to die, otherwise he wouldn't drive so fast.

"Hello? It's 911, I met a highway robber!" Maybe too scared, the driver didn't even lower his voice, "My car was hijacked, we're on Sixth Avenue...well, my phone is open Positioning function is enabled!"

Ok? Can you call the police?

Nobuhan turned the steering wheel violently, and at the same time turned his body to one side, steering the vehicle across the intersection at a high speed.

Back on the right track, Xinfan knocked on the earphone: "What the **** are you doing?"

Hongshu said embarrassedly: "If he is not allowed to call the police, he may interfere with his brother's plans in other ways, so I arbitrarily advocated acting as a policeman to talk to him."

There was a look of sympathy in Xinfan's eyes.

What a pity, the driver still thinks he has a chance to win.

"I found it!" Nobunaga finally saw Belmod and Maurilan.

I have to say that Belmod is quite competent as a godmother, and she did not forget to put a helmet on Maurilan.

Just this direction-

Shinfan glanced at the road sign next to him and frowned slightly.

Is Belmod taking Maoriland to New York?

…

The tension of sitting and galloping for a long time made Mao Lilan tense, and she moved unnaturally, trying to change to a more comfortable position.

Feeling the movement behind him, Belmod whispered: "Hold me and fall carefully."

"Ah, no need." Mao Lilan was embarrassed.

Belmod didn't say anything, she just accelerated suddenly when she was turning, and Maurilan immediately hugged her waist consciously.

Hmm...Miss Chris Wynyard's waist is really slender, but it's strange that it's not as soft as she imagined, but rather strong.

"Where are we going?" Maurilan asked in a low voice, "If it's far away, I think it's better for me to call Dad and talk."

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing, someone will tell them."

"Huh? Who is it?"

Belmod didn't answer Maurilan's question, but asked, "Are you hungry, do you want to take a break at the gas station ahead."

"No." Although it was very uncomfortable, Mao Lilan shook his head firmly, "Compared to this, I want to know where you are taking me."

Belmod chuckled: "Didn't you say, I'll take you on a tour as a guide. You've been in Washington for so many days, but you haven't had time to go to New York, right?"

"us…"

"If you want to talk about your plan to go to Broadway together before, as far as I know, because of the commission, you didn't get to watch the show well, didn't you?"

Mao Lilan's face changed slightly: "Did Mr. Asano tell you?"

Although she didn't know when Mr. Asano met Chris Wynyard, that kind of thing should only be known to Mr. Asano.

"You don't have to know the source of my intelligence, you just need to be my tourist well enough."

Maurilan declined the offer to take a break, but Belmod took a break at the gas station anyway. She refueled the motorcycle and bought Maurilan a sandwich.

Maurilan is really tired. When Belmode goes shopping, she stands on the side of the road and does stretching exercises.

"Here you are." Belmod threw a bottle of cold mineral water to Maurilan. "We'll be in New York in about twenty minutes. There's a 'Wicked Witch' performance at the Hudson Theatre tonight. I got two tickets from a friend by accident."

Broadway Hudson Theater?

"When does the show start?" Maurilan asked mysteriously.

"It seems to be eight o'clock. It's only one o'clock now. We can go to the playground first. Girls your age should like playgrounds very much, right?"

"One little... But Miss Chris, it's summer time now." Ma Lilan didn't know how she said those words.

so similar.

Aside from the person and the exact time, the current situation is too similar to when she went to the opera with Shinichi and Shinichi's mother.

"Ah!" Chris looked very surprised. "So it's two o'clock now? But it doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time to go to the playground to waste."

"Aren't you busy for a star like you?" Mao Lilan couldn't help asking.

"Work is for living. If you let work take up a lot of time, wouldn't the priority be reversed?" Belmod smiled and put on his helmet, "Come up quickly, let's go to New York as soon as possible."

Today's Chris Wynyard is simply incredibly amiable, a far cry from what Maurilan had envisioned for Chris. But why should she be so kind to her?

And she looked at her with a sad look in her eyes...

Maurilan still obediently followed Chrissy Wynyard to the playground, mainly because she was unfamiliar with her now, and she didn't know what to do without Chrissy, and Chrissy was indeed a very good person to get along with her. Make her comfortable—like being with mom.

"What a disgusting sun." Despite wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, a certain celebrity complained in disgust.

Thanks to her taking care of her for so long, Mao Lilan felt that she should also say something, so she offered to say: "There are ice cream sellers over there. Let me buy two. What flavor do you want to eat?"

"Well, just vanilla."

"Okay, then wait for me in the shade for a while."

Maorilan ran towards the ice cream stand next to the hydrogen balloon.

Belmod watched Maurilan's back, silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it on his mouth.

She was about to look for a lighter when a cluster of flames lit up in front of her eyes. Looking in the direction of the flames, she could meet a pair of smiling eyes.

"Am I disturbing your date?" Xinfan teased.

Belmod took a deep breath on the cigarette, then put the cigarette in his hand and gave someone a sideways look: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to your girl."

Xin Fan smiled: "She's not my girl, but in my opinion, she's more like yours."

This was originally a joke, and Nobunaga didn't expect Belmod to say anything.

However, Belmod said with a little seriousness: "She is indeed very similar."

Nobuyuki raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Just at this moment, Maorilan came over with two cones in hand, and Belmod took a step sideways very naturally, just blocking Maurilan's gaze towards Xinfan.

This was already obvious, and Nobunaga smiled helplessly, then backed away—he didn't want to meet Maurilan here either.

"Well, this is vanilla flavor." Maurilan handed Belmod the ice cream in his left hand, "Who were you talking to just now?"

She only vaguely saw that Chris seemed to be talking to someone around her, and when she came over, their conversation seemed to be over.

"I don't know, it seems that I came to ask for directions." Belmod bit off the top tip of the cone, and a sweet coldness spread in his mouth.

So this is the taste of sweets...

"Let's go." She crossed Maorilan and walked forward first, "Didn't you say you want to try authentic brownies, I know there is a good dessert shop nearby."

"Well, is his chocolate cake delicious?"

"Well, there are also strawberry cake and mango pudding, which are signature desserts."

Two equally outstanding women walked away side by side.

Nobunaga stood where Belmod had just stood, thinking about something, with a serious expression.

Belmod actually echoed his ridicule seriously just now. Did he say it casually or was that what she wanted to express?

"Imran, what day is today?" Xinfan suddenly asked aloud.

"June 17." The owner of the voice replied subconsciously, and then couldn't help but wonder, "How did you know I was here??"

"Oh, June 17." Nobunaga nodded, "It seems necessary to check June 17."

"Why should I check for you?" Imran asked.

This time, Nobuhan didn't ignore his question, but gave him a strange look: "I didn't ask you to check."

What he said just now was for Hongshu, who always knew what he wanted him to do.

I have to say that it is really convenient to have Hongshu by his side, and he doesn't have to do many things himself.

"You haven't answered my last question." Imran said helplessly.

"Huh?" Nobunaga took it for granted, "Didn't you make a special trip to help me?"

Imran: "...why should I help you?"