Conan's World: Ke Xue Wei Tan

Inside a certain street in Vespania.

Daisuke Jigen looked impatient and complained: "Who did the Duke say you know just now? You actually asked me to take a little kid like you with me?"

"Anyway, you don't recognize me even if I tell you," Conan, who was riding on his head, turned off his investigative glasses, then showed a childish smile and called in an irresistible little voice: "Hey, Dad,

If it were you, where would you choose to snipe?"

"You're still having fun." Daisuke Jigen looked at the kid crawling on his head, veins popped out on his forehead, grabbed Conan's collar, lifted him off his head, and yelled angrily: "Get off here!

Why are you pretending to be cute?"

"Stingy..." Conan muttered quietly, watching Daisuke Jigen leave him and stride forward, and quickly asked with his short legs: "Hey, tell me!"

He pointed to a not-so-high building and said, "If that's where it is, wouldn't it be easy to escape?"

"I'm not a killer, how do I know where to ambush?" Daisuke Jigen ignored him and walked forward with his hands in his pockets.

Conan followed with difficulty on his short legs and said with an innocent look: "I didn't say that dad was a killer, but dad has calluses on the second joint of his index finger and the palm of his left hand, which are caused by long-term use of revolvers.

"

Daisuke Jigen stopped and looked down at Conan.

"When did you see it?" he asked. "I kept my hands in my pockets."

Hearing Daisuke Jigen's question, Conan smiled honestly.

"I took a sneak peek at the palace just now, hehe..."

Daisuke Jigen felt like veins were beating on his forehead.

"Boy, I'm warning you-"

He slapped Conan on the forehead with one hand and raised his beard:

"——Don't call me daddy."

Conan blinked.

Daisuke Jigen stood up immediately and walked directly to a bar nearby.

Conan jumped up in a hurry, trying to jump into the line of sight of Daisuke Jigen, and continued to shout in a coquettish voice: "No! It's daytime now!"

Drinking during the day will turn you into a Maori uncle!

Daisuke Jigen ignored him and continued walking towards the bar.

"Didn't you say you were going to see the crime scene next?" Conan continued to tug at the corner of Daisuke Jigen's clothes, asking pitifully with his eyes wide open.

"This is not my fault." Daisuke Jigen decisively threw away the blame, pointed at the bar with his thumb, and said:

"It's the bar's fault for opening at this time."

Just blow it.

Conan had a dead eye.

"It's such a clear excuse."

"I'll just have a drink." Daisuke Jigen raised a finger and made a promise.

"Emm..." Conan looked at him suspiciously.

The word "do not believe" is almost written on his face.

"Adults have adult troubles!"

Daisuke Jigen became impatient with Conan's entanglement, and casually threw a coin into his hand.

"It's about 500 yen." Daisuke Jigen took a step toward the bar again and said, "Go buy some juice yourself, and I'll give you the rest."

What a casual person.

Conan curled his lips.

"You can only have one drink!" he shouted desperately, holding out a finger.

Jigen Daisuke turned his back and snapped his fingers at him, and finally walked into the bar.

Looking at your back, you don't look like you just had a drink.

Conan held the coin in his pocket, turned around and swayed slowly towards a drink vending machine not far away.