Not to mention real people, even posters and photos won’t work!

"I swear, I will pick you up at the hotel tomorrow morning, please let me go..."

Sakaki Makoto took a puff of his cigarette and said with a melancholy mood:

"Let's talk it over. From now on, you can ask for anything you want, but just don't come into my house."

"Why?"

"I am afraid that my fate is not enough to control a living Buddha like you..."

"You curse without using any curse words!"

Conan was so angry that he rolled his eyes and did not continue to force it:

"We agreed to pick me up at the hotel entrance tomorrow morning. You are not allowed to break the promise!"

"Don't worry, I'm a trustworthy person."

"Hmph, Kidd, let's go!"

Holding Kidd's little hand, Conan walked towards the hotel without looking back.

"call..."

After making sure he had left, Sakaki Makoto wiped off his sweat and pulled up the smiling Miss Miyano with lingering fear:

"Finally I persuaded him to leave. Go home quickly and don't forget to sprinkle some salt at the door of your house!"

............................

"I'm so mad, I'm so mad!"

On the dark street, Conan stepped heavily on the water while muttering to himself:

"It's not like I haven't been to his house before, and I didn't see anything happen!"

"Now you won't let me into the house. Humph, you're talking as if no one cares about me!"

"Is it not rare that you are so angry?"

Holding an umbrella, Kidd put one hand in his pocket and said jokingly:

"Your pride is wounded?"

"Come on, I'm Kudo Shinichi, and there are people asking for my autograph when I walk down the street, okay!"

“Oh, that’s amazing.”

Kidd responded indifferently.

“........”

Conan suddenly remembered that Kid seemed to be more popular than him. Even the second daughter of the Suzuki Group was his fan leader. He had no right to be arrogant in front of him.

"wrong!"

After calming down, Conan suddenly looked at Kidd and asked:

"Damn it, didn't he mention the rendezvous time tomorrow morning?"

"Oh, you finally reacted..."