The memory of being tickled last time was still vivid in Conan's mind.
Kogoro Mouri, looking tired and with his clothes unkempt, asked, "Speaking of which, who exactly are you?"
Just as Heiji was about to speak, Kōyū yawned and said, "This charcoal-headed guy is the very famous high school detective from Kansai who's on par with Shinichi. He already mentioned his name, Hattori Heiji, but you can call him charcoal-headed."
"Damn it!!!" Heiji glared fiercely at Kōyū.
Conan couldn't help but sneeze again. Heiji took off his hat and rummaged through his bag on his back, saying, "Oh, right, kid, I just happened to bring some really effective medicine for colds!"
"Yosh, found it!" Heiji pulled a bottle out of his bag, poured some into a cup, and handed it to Conan. He explained to Uncle Mori, "That wretched brat was right. My name is Hattori Heiji. People often compare me to Shinichi Kudo, saying that Hattori is from Kansai and Kudo is from Kanto. I came here this time to compare with Shinichi Kudo and see who is the strongest!"
Conan took the cup and politely said thank you. Kōyū sniffed, said, "Hey, while baijiu is good for colds, it's not good for kids."
Uncle Mori asked in confusion, "Old Baijiu?"
Guangyou nodded and said, "Laobaigan is a type of liquor from China, and it's a high-proof liquor!"
Conan, who was standing nearby, found out too late; he had already drunk it. Conan's alcohol tolerance can be described in one sentence: "one drink and he's done."
"Thump, thump"
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a woman in a brown coat standing at the door. The woman looked slightly annoyed and said, "How long do you want me to keep ringing the bell? Your detective agency certainly knows how to entertain its guests."
Upon hearing that she was a guest, Uncle Mori quickly invited her in. Ran also made some coffee, and everyone sat on the sofa, waiting for the woman to state her demands.
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