Thinking of this, Edogawa Conan no longer took Inspector Megure's words seriously, completely unaware that what Inspector Megure was thinking had nothing to do with what he was thinking.
However, Takagi Wataru, who had been following Inspector Megure on the case recently, immediately understood what Inspector Megure meant. He couldn't help but rub his nose and whispered:
"Sometimes I really suspect that the unlucky god is not Mr. Maori, but Conan."
Otherwise, why would he still encounter cases when Mr. Maori is not around and only Conan is there?
Everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department secretly complained that Mr. Maori was a bad luck god, and wherever he went, there would be a case.
But in Takagi Shigeru's opinion, Kogoro Mouri obviously did not participate in as many cases as Conan Edogawa.
"Conan... this is good enough to win the perfect attendance award, right?"
Takagi Shigeru complained softly.
After hearing what Takagi Wataru said, Date Kou couldn't help but cough lightly:
"Well... maybe it's just a coincidence, but there have been quite a lot of cases recently. Maybe there's something we haven't noticed?"
But even though he said that, the number of cases that Edogawa Conan encountered during this period was too many, so many that even Date Kou couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
Otherwise, should he go back and talk to Mr. Maori and Conan?
Ask them to go to the temple to worship more often? To change their luck?
Otherwise, it would be bad if we always encounter murders like this.
No matter how brave or precocious the other person is, frequent encounters with murders can easily have a certain impact on the physical and mental health of children.
Thinking of this, Yi Dahang's expression became more serious, and he really began to take this matter to heart.
However, in order not to hurt the feelings of the little boy Edogawa Conan, although the two were complaining, they tacitly lowered their voices so that no one could hear it except Morobushi Kagemitsu who was standing with them.
However, these words made Zhu Fujingguang more certain of his previous guess.
In addition, he has now found out what happened in Tokyo on November 7, seven years ago. So after discarding one guess after another, he finally determined that the one that seemed the most unlikely might actually be the truth.
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