I'm Just a Passerby in the World of Detective Conan

(PS: New author, didn't know how to write in the early stages, currently working hard to improve, please bear with me.)

(PS: For the early chapters, please don't take it too seriously...

Chapter 662 Determining the Style

Conan glanced at him, nodded, casually said "Goodbye," and then turned and walked towards the police station.

Kōyū didn't care; he still needed to go to the physical store in Shibuya to buy that bag.

Although online shopping is no longer available, Fusa E has launched a reservation service. You can call them to inquire whether the corresponding style is in stock at your desired store, then schedule a time, go there, pay, and pick up the bag.

At the moment of making the reservation, Guangyou wondered if someone might maliciously reserve the package. Although he didn't know why he had such a thought, to be honest, he did think about it at that moment.

The next second he realized his idea was a bit silly. After all, he had to confirm the stock and then schedule a time. If the person who reserved the package didn't show up, then he could just consider it as replenishing the stock.

The cherry blossom series is very popular among girls, and its price is relatively affordable among luxury goods, so sales are still very high. Even though it has been on the market for some time, it is often in short supply.

He was quite lucky; when he called yesterday, the store had one last one, which was exactly the style he wanted.

After spending several tens of minutes taking the subway to Shibuya, Kōyū had a clear goal: to go straight to the Fusa E specialty store.

but...

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, and glancing through the gaps in the crowd at the flashing traffic light across the street, Guangyou felt quite helpless.

There are just too many people...

There's nothing we can do but slowly squeeze through.

After a moment of reflection, Kwang-woo took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision, and walked out of the subway station with a determined look, blending into the crowd.

"Holy crap, who the hell farted?! It stinks!"

"Oh, it's your perfume. Never mind then..."

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