Conan's winery play house

Tetsuya Aoyagi watched a few elementary school students chatting. Occasionally he would participate in topics he knew about, but he would keep his mouth shut when encountering topics he didn't understand.

The atmosphere of getting along can also be called harmonious.

But his eyes under the purple sunglasses were staring at one of the figures without blinking.

Even though they are all wearing the same clothes, Miyamoto Aito still looks out of place.

It may be hidden among ceramic dolls or antique dolls without any flaws being visible.

The unique white color is too conspicuous.

Tetsuya Aoyagi is not a pedophile, nor does he have any strange hobbies, he just likes beautiful things.

Otherwise, he would not dress himself in such a fashionable style, which is completely different from the style of other reporter colleagues.

He looked at Aito Miyamoto as if he were seeing a rising star that the fashion industry cannot have, and he was full of regrets.

If Aito Miyamoto were a model, no matter what he wore, he would buy the same style.

Although the effect of wearing it is probably not the same as the other one.

While he was staring at the beautiful little boss, he saw the car outside the window.

It's easy to recognize because there is a flag fluttering in the wind on the car window with the words "Holmes Tour Group" written on it.

"The car is here." He stood up and reminded his few bosses.

"I wonder if I can meet some real detectives." Hideki Morohoshi stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and said as he walked out.

"As long as you don't meet a liar like Mouri Kogoro." Takizawa Shinya smiled and didn't look serious at all.

Several people walked to the door of the office and saw a car parked at the door with its windows lowered. A mellow and kind old man wearing a dark brown deerstalker hat, a brown cloak and a mustache smiled and waved to them.

He looks about fifty or sixty years old.

"It seems like the clothes are different, Hideki." Jiang Shouhuang looked at the other person's clothes, then looked down at his own and his friend's clothes.

The brown cape and trench coat can be said to be exactly the same.

"...We look better." Hideki Morohoshi apparently also saw the same style of clothes on the other party, so he raised his head arrogantly.

"I am Hiroyuki Kanaya, the leader of this tour group. I didn't expect that the members of Silver Bullet are really so young. They are so young and promising..." Hiroyuki Kanaya, the leader of the tour group, waved hello with a friendly smile.

It's good to be young. Being young will definitely make you more popular with people in that place.

After all, when you are older, it is difficult to cultivate someone who is too independent.

"Hurry up and get in the car." With an amiable smile on his face, he looked at the few primary school students without any trace, and then made an inner evaluation.

Several primary school students looked at the remaining space in the car and found that the space was not small before getting in the car.

The one Hiroyuki Kanaya drove was one that could plant twelve adults.

There are currently five people sitting in the car, and half of the space is still empty.

If there is a need to crowd people, they will not get on the bus and will only ask Aoyagi Tetsuya to drive behind.

"Silver bullets? That detective team whose members are said to be elementary school students?" The people in the car had obviously heard about the silver bullets, and they unanimously focused on a few elementary school students.

Feeling the overt and covert scrutiny, several elementary school students didn't mind, and Hideki Morohoshi's posture looked even more arrogant.

They stared back one by one with arrogant, condescending eyes, and stared at everyone else in the car who was looking at them.

But Miyamoto Aito didn't pay attention to the scrutinizing eyes at all.

He doesn't care about the looks from others unless there is something else hidden in the looks.

For example, some killing intent or love that he can feel.

Of course there was no one in the car, and even the brigade leader, who had evil intentions and seemed to be planning something, had no murderous intentions towards him.

"Little brothers, are you also a Sherlock Holmes fan?" A chubby middle-aged woman took the initiative to communicate with them.

"If the silver bullets are all elementary school students...what does this guy who is obviously not an elementary school student do?" A young man focused his attention on Tetsuya Aoyagi.

A young man dressed fashionably got into the car behind a few elementary school students in Silver Bullet.

Could it be the foreign aid of these elementary school students? It was this guy who really broke the news?

"I'm just an assistant responsible for taking pictures of the small bosses in the mess." Tetsuya Aoyagi explained, holding up the camera with considerable self-knowledge.

He looks like he is not ashamed but proud.

"Everyone who came to join this tour group must be Sherlock Holmes fans." Morohoshi Hideki only answered the woman's words and ignored the young man.

"A couple, a middle-aged woman, and a guy wearing a peaked cap whose face can't be seen clearly..." Jiang Shouhuang, Takizawa Shinya, and Kikukawa Seiichiro whispered.

"There is currently no way to guess their occupations and identities." He glanced at the people in the car from time to time.

Miyamoto Aito held the mobile phone and lowered his head silently.

I’m not going home tonight. I signed up for a tour group with Hideki and the others, and was suddenly told to leave tonight. - Miyamoto Aito]

This is his message to Ireland, Bourbon, and Gin.

Even though the old father did not live with him, he still reported the itinerary to him.

Everyone's signatures are not code names, but their false identities, except for Gin, who has a special note prepared by Aito.

Have fun.——Nakagawa Yuyuki]

Got it.——Toru Miyamoto]

Tour group? Which tour group?——papa]

It is a tour group that brings together Sherlock Holmes fans. It is said that it will be held from time to time, and it will also hold some activities, and the winners will be rewarded. - Miyamoto Aito]

Gin, who had just arrived at the antdte bar and sat down, put down his cell phone.

This tour group sounds familiar.

He searched for traces in his memory palace, and most of the faces in his memory were blank.

Finally, he found the information he wanted.

"Chat with Ivy? Your father-son relationship is really good." Suzi tapped the table with his index finger, raised his hand and silently signaled to the waiter not far away to order.

Not long after, the waiter came to their seat with free drinks and snacks, and handed Suzi the menu.

Gin didn't stop replying to the message, but just raised his eyes to look at the free drinks and snacks on the table.

"Normally, even if you don't order here, you will get free food and drinks, so the business is very good..." Although Suzi did not touch the food on the table, he explained.

Send it back, but whether to eat it or not... depends on them.

Gin stood up abruptly, grabbed the waiter's short hair and kicked him on the knee. With a strong hand, he pinned the waiter on the table.

The opponent's struggle was completely useless to him.

"Drink." He put down the phone, picked up the cup and forced the liquid in the cup into the waiter's mouth.

The silver-white snake slowly came out of his sleeves and spit out its core against the waiter's face.

Both humans and snakes have cold body temperature and...scarlet eyes.

After pouring all the liquid in the cup into the waiter's mouth and forcing the waiter to raise his head to swallow, Gin let go of the waiter's hair and sat back down.

Even if such a movement occurred, no one in the bar stepped forward to stop it, and no one even looked at it.

"Cough..." The waiter took a few steps back, stood still, coughed a few times, but did not cough up the liquid, but very calmly took out a syringe from his body, and without saying a word, he injected it into his arm.

"Just saying hello, don't respond so enthusiastically." He wiped his mouth and sounded helpless.