Conan’s World Stand-in

Pushed by the broken thumb of Jiro Washimi, the spoon that was flat on his hand actually lifted up bit by bit and left his palm. The onlookers were very cooperative and made the kind of "eh" sound that is very common in neon variety shows.

"Okay, this spoon has become bent now." Uncle Washimijirou raised his hand and showed everyone the spoon. In order to form a more obvious contrast, he also picked up another spoon and Compare this one together.

In the footage captured by the camera, there is a marked difference in how much the two spoons are bent.

"That's the difference."

Jiro Washimi showed a (self-proclaimed) handsome smile, raised two spoons to the camera, and the audience clapped very cooperatively, with classic neon variety canned sound effects.

"It's amazing!" "Really fake!" "Ehhh?!"

"My psychic power is at a high level in the world. How about Mr. Mori, do you have a way to uncover the 'secret' behind my superpower?" Jiro Washimi showed it to several people with a spoon After reading it again, he finally looked at Kogoro in the guest seat.

"Did you see it?" Conan asked.

"Nothing..." Guan Dounan slowly shook his head.

"No, no? Even you guys didn't see it? Does superpower really exist? What can Dad do..."

Xiaolan, who was sitting between the two, was obviously wrong, and began to worry more about Kogoro Mori.

"Well, about this..." However, Kogoro Mouri, who was disliked by everyone, seemed very calm at this time. He walked off the guest seat and came to the front of the table. He picked up the spoon that was bent by Jiro Washimi, and used his thumb and index finger to pinch the end of the handle.

"As far as I know, there is a kind of memory alloy called... er, in short, there is such a kind of memory alloy. Anything made of that alloy will deform as long as the temperature is in the thirties or forty degrees Celsius. So Just a quick rub between **** and let it generate heat…”

Although he was giving an explanation, Mouri Kogoro himself seemed to be a little dubious. But despite the hesitation on his lips, the spoon he was holding was indeed twisted, even more so than in Washimi Jirou's hand.

"It seems that I remember correctly, this is not a superpower, it's just simple magic." Kogoro Mauri sighed in relief, and threw the twisted spoon on the table again.

"Sure enough, it's a Maori detective!" Yoko Okino in the guest room applauded first. After all, she recommended Kogoro Maori to replace Kudo Shinichi, and she would feel sorry for the program if something went wrong.

"Oh, oh, so that's what happened! Using special props, disguised as superpowers..." The host Takayuki Harada cheered on the side with a sudden realization, while the audience was familiar with the canned sound effect "Ehhhh ""real or fake".

"It's not like this, I don't know what kind of alloy it is... This is a real super power, but I used telekinesis to bend it! If you don't believe it, I won't touch the spoon and bend it again!" Washimi Jirou seems to have been greatly wronged and proposed to perform again.

"Mr. Washumi, didn't you learn that you can't lie when you were a child? I personally think that lying is unforgivable." Takayuki Harada put his hands in his suit pockets and sneered, squinting at the super-powered uncle , "Don't you know what shame is?"

In the neon where there is no serious swearing, such words are already to the extent of contempt and contempt for people. And Jiro Washimi, a proud and confident "superpower", naturally couldn't tolerate his attitude.

"Are you... insulting me?" Washimi Jirou said word by word.

"Even if you are insulted, there is nothing you can do. Whoever made you cheat can only be said to be self-inflicted." Harada Takayuki didn't even look at him directly. He quietly raised his hand, and the director immediately played a canned laugh.

"This guy has a dead face..." Guan Dounan summed up an experience in the original Conan dramas that he has rarely watched, that is, in a brand new environment, a guy with an arrogant and arrogant attitude will most likely become Conan where to go The halo of death can defeat the victim of death.

"Maybe it's a script. You can see that the speed of the director cutting canned laughter is very timely. It seems that it has been negotiated. Now it seems that only the uncle... and the super-power uncle are kept in the dark." Conan has no such self-knowledge for the time being, and only deduced some clues from the reactions of the on-site staff.

"I didn't lie, this is the real power of mind, I can not touch..."

"I understand. Since you said so..." Harada Takayuki stretched out his hand and interrupted Washimi Jirou's second defense, "Then we are here, let you prove it to the audience. But..."

He stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers, and a staff member immediately brought a chair. Harada Takayuki slumped down on the chair with his back to Washimijiro.

"Since you said that you really have superpowers, if you are so capable, then use your superpowers to kill me!"

"Ehhh?!" "Really?" "No way?"

This time, it's not canned laughter, but the sincere exclamation of the audience~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even Guan Dounan and Conan are stunned. I don't know if the host is out of his mind or not. what.

"Mr. Harada, this..." Mouri Kogoro was also a little puzzled. Although he understood that this was just a TV show, his instinct as a detective still made him a little uncomfortable.

"...You will regret it." Washimi Jirou's eyes gradually darkened, and he said behind Harada Takayuki.

"Ha, sorry. You made me regret trying it? We all want to see your 'real' strength." Harada Takayuki sat on the chair and spread his hands, "Not only me, but also the guests at the scene. , the audience at the scene, and our audience friends in front of the TV."

"...Then, go to another world and regret it slowly. Everyone else will step down!"

The lights in the studio suddenly became dim, and only a bunch of overhead lights hit the position where Harada Takayuki was sitting. Mouri Kogoro wanted to dissuade him, but he turned his head and saw that Yoko Okino seemed to be waving at him, motioning him to come over, hesitating for a while, and finally returned to the guest seat.

"The lighting was dispatched very quickly, and it happened to be in that position. It looks like it was rehearsed..." Conan whispered, holding his chin, "Perhaps, this is also part of the program designed by the host. Play the arrogance yourself. The provocateur, deliberately showed a rude gesture to arouse the audience's emotions. And Uncle Maori is an amateur actor who doesn't know anything, and his reaction is the reaction that a normal person should have, which makes it more realistic."

"Really? I think that host is quite annoying. Maybe it's because of his nature. I want to go up and kick him... Cough, let's take a look first." Guan Dounan forcibly held back his own thoughts and continued to watch. what happened on stage.