Conan's winery play house

"Since you've stopped by the door, do you want to go home?" Suzi glanced at the house not far away with the words Miyamoto Residence hanging on it.

Aito shook his head and rejected Suzi's kindness.

"I'm going back in a few days." He whispered.

"Where's the white firewood?" Suzi asked, looking at the house with some deep meaning.

The white dog is playing well with the Samoyed next to me.

Aito huddled on the passenger seat and answered thoughtfully with his eyes: "As for Brother Bourbon, he went to Nagano to play."

I said I was going to Nagano to visit Scotland, but I haven’t met my Scottish brother yet.

Adults have to find a suitable reason to even meet.

"You can just find an excuse to transfer Kiel." Suzi felt a little speechless about the fact that Bourbon and Avicril were forced to go out by Kiel.

When I think about it, both of them are voluntary, so there is nothing more to say.

He raised his head and drank the last coffee in the can, then put down the empty can and started the car.

"Go back to the base or not?" Suzi asked lazily.

"Well..." Aito looked at the phone, a little thoughtful, and seemed to be hesitating about something.

"Please send me there..." Finally he put away his phone and gave an address.

"Oh~" Suzi lowered the brim of his hat, his voice was deep and meaningful, but he didn't say much.

The black off-road vehicle disappeared into the heavy rain.

…

Silver Bullet Detective Agency.

Suzi stopped the car and looked at the particularly eye-catching signboard and the decoration design that was vaguely visible through the glass window.

"The firm is good." He commented with interest.

"Xiu Shu and the others have very good taste." Aito nodded in agreement, opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

The chassis of the off-road vehicle was a bit high for his height, but even though there were pedals, he didn't step on them very much, as if he was trying to prove in this childish way that he was not a dwarf.

After Avril got out of the car, he immediately started the car and left, as if he didn't want to stay for a second longer. His body's performance was completely opposite to the evaluation he gave with his mouth.

But he has such a confusing and lazy character that doesn't want to talk to others.

Miyamoto Aito walked into the office holding the doll bear Daifuku and saw his friends whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

Everyone seems to have recovered physically, without any sequelae, and is in good spirits.

"Aito, you're here." Hideki Morohoshi, wearing a red sweatshirt, black shorts, red sneakers and black socks, dressed as a sports boy, was sitting on the sofa. When he saw Miyamoto Aito's figure, he immediately

Raise your hand to say hello.

"Aito." The other three people also greeted enthusiastically. They were all wearing sweatshirts of different colors, black cropped pants and sneakers, all dressed up like a sports boy.

Including Miyamoto Aito, he also wore a white long-sleeved sweatshirt, black shorts, and black kneepads on his knees, which is a very standard boyish look.

"What's wrong with everyone?" Aito sat down in the empty seat next to Morohoshi Hideki that was specially reserved for everyone. He took out his mobile phone and opened the message page.

Above is a message received half an hour ago.

Hideki Morohoshi: Come to the office, something happened!

And it was precisely after seeing this piece of news that Miyamoto Aito asked Suzi to send him to the office.

"It's a very interesting thing." Morohoshi Hideki folded his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa easily, crossing his legs and swaying with his toes slightly raised. He looked at Jiang Shouhuang aside, "It happened at Jiang Shou's house."

Let him talk about the matter."

Jiang Shouhuang's clothes are obviously much smaller than at the beginning, and his body shape is certainly much slimmer. His facial features that were originally too round and unclear now seem to have grown longer, and his brows and eyes have the smoothness and smoothness of a businessman.

The unshakable smiling posture has not changed at all.

"It didn't happen at my house, it was a strange thing that happened at my magazine. Have you seen Detective Zuo Wenwen?" He crossed his fingers, leaned forward, and asked with a smile.

"Detective Zuomonji, ah, it's that mystery novel. I read it a little bit. I remember it was made into a TV series. It has been serialized for more than ten years. What's wrong?" Seiichiro Kikukawa was wearing a sapphire blue suit.

He took out his hooded sweatshirt and took out the handbag he carried with him and looked through it.

"I remember that the publisher of Detective Zuofumi is...ah! It belongs to Jiang Shou!" Takizawa Shinya touched his chin and thought thoughtfully for a moment before speaking in surprise.

Aito blinked and looked at several friends who seemed to know the famous detective Zuo Wenzi very well, and shook his head with his head drooped.

"I haven't seen it yet."

His study content does not include mystery comics or mystery novels.

Even though he later read a lot of mystery books in order to get in touch with Kudo Shinichi, he never read Detective Zuomonji. He just read all the mystery books in the world.

The famous detective Zuo Ziwen obviously touched on his blind spot of knowledge.

"It's just a mystery novel that has been serialized for many years. It is not in the memory of our generation. It is normal to have no impression. After all, it is not that popular among our primary school students now. Those who are deeply impressed by it

They must be those high school students or adults..." Jiang Shouhang smiled and waved his hands, his tone completely nonchalant.

"Because it is our own publishing house, I can read some novels or comics before they are released, and Zuo Wenwen is one of them..."

"But something strange has happened recently. The daughter of the author of Zuo Wenwen, whose new name is Ren Tailang, said some time ago that the author has disappeared, so the follow-up content about Zuo Wenwen cannot be updated." Jiang Shouhang's tone was cadenced, as if telling a story.

Deliberately create suspense.

Several primary school students also listened very carefully with serious expressions.

"But, the magazine's fax machine will receive Zuo Wenwen's follow-up content on time every Saturday at twelve o'clock." Jiang Shouhuang continued to speak in a deliberately low voice.

"The editor of the new name Rentaro has contacted the other party's daughter to see if the new name Rentaro has been found and returned home. The news he received is that the other party is still missing."

"A missing novelist who no one can contact, but the plot of the subsequent novel is sent to the publishing house at twelve o'clock every Saturday night..."

"Don't you think it's interesting?"

"The missing person who cannot be contacted is most likely dead. And if the new name Rentaro is dead, who is it that sends the novel content to the publisher at midnight every Saturday night?"

"The publishing house in our house is planning to release the news. They have even thought of a title, so it's called - The Undead Ghost of a Persistent Novelist. Even though he has died, his obsession with novels still allows him to stay in the world and continue to work.

Creation." When Jiang Shouhuang said this, his expression became a little weird, as if he was having a hard time speaking, and he seemed to be dissatisfied with the title-writing skills of his employees.

"To put it simply, your publishing house just wants to take advantage of people's popularity." Susumu Takizawa summed it up neatly.

"That's right, but I stopped it. What if the new name Ren Tailang is not completely dead? This title is a joke, and the publisher will be scolded by Zuowen's readers." Jiang Shouhuan spread his hands and smiled.

He said helplessly.

"So we have to find out the new name Rentaro, whether he is alive or dead." Morohoshi Hideki finally stood up and stated the purpose of bringing everyone together.