Chapter 3113 3125 [Survival Game]
A member of the organization quietly recalled his mission.
The fat lawyer next to him recognized him belatedly. He looked at Maori Kogoro and said, "This is Detective Maori, right? Although you haven't solved many cases, each one is very impressive. So, although you two are separated, you are still a perfect match - one is the king of the legal profession, and the other has also made achievements in the detective industry."
Maori Kogoro laughed: "No, no, compared to this arrogant and strong queen's wife, I am just a small shrimp in society."
"Yes, you flatter me." Hibiki Eri also laughed. "The Queen will not accidentally choose such a picky and self-disciplined guy who jumps on beautiful women when choosing a partner. Alas, this may be what they call being smart for a lifetime but foolish for a moment."
Mao Lilan: “…”
It was supposed to be a wonderful trip, a wonderful encounter, a wonderful reconciliation, and a wonderful end to separation, but now...why did things turn out like this?
She was feeling a little helpless when Saku, the lawyer who was choosing a tie with Eri Kisaki, smiled and turned to his colleague, the queen, and said, "Don't be so stubborn. I remember that every time Mr. Maori was on the news, you would cut out the reports about him solving a case and make a collection of clippings."
Hibiki Eri was suddenly exposed, her expression slightly panicked, and she quickly said: "You've read it wrong, I'm making a clipping collection for Jiang Xia - the cases he has solved are very typical, and his growth is also gratifying. This kind of report is commemorative."
"Haha, don't explain. You're not good at lying." Lawyer Saku shook his head in amusement. "You underestimate your colleagues' observation skills. You made two collections of clippings, right? The thick one is Jiang Xia's, and the other one is so thin and grows so slowly. It can't be Jiang Xia's clippings. It's actually a collection of Mr. Maori's cases, right?"
Hibiki Eri who was stabbed in the back: "..."
Maori Kogoro: "..." Hearing this inside story suddenly, he should have been happy, but for some reason, he seemed to be kicked by this young pretty boy for no apparent reason...
Just as he was muttering to himself, Mao Lilan came back to her senses from the shock and quickly followed up: "In that case, my dad is actually the same - every time a case my mom is responsible for is reported in the newspaper, he will secretly buy it and read it!"
Kogoro Mouri who was stabbed in the back: “……???” How did you know!
The two people who were unwilling to give in to each other looked at each other and turned their heads away awkwardly.
The fat lawyer saw the clue and said with a smile: "Since we are going on a trip, of course we can't have any unhappy things - let's take a break tonight, get together and have a couple of drinks!"
Mao Lilan: "!" That's wonderful! Mom's colleagues are really nice people!
Next to him, Curacao listened to "Gather Together", was silent for a moment, and then lowered his head even lower.
…
In the evening, the group went to a nearby restaurant and happily had a meal together.
Conan looked around and suddenly realized something: "Why didn't Lawyer Shirai come?"
"Hmm? Her." The fat lawyer sighed, with a sympathetic look on his face. "She said she wasn't feeling well and couldn't come tonight. In fact, she didn't look very well in the afternoon. She must have been tired from working too much. People in our line of work rarely have a little vacation, and she still got sick. Oh, how pitiful."
Conan: Is… really sick? And not part of some conspiracy?
Jiang Xia: “…” He is really introverted. He didn’t attend the dinner party and left his colleagues alone in a boring party. He deserves condemnation.
…
“A-choo!”
Hotel lobby.
Curacao sat at the intersection of two surveillance coverage areas, maintaining a posture that seemed relaxed, but in fact he could break out of the window at any time, observing the pedestrians coming and going.
"It's impossible to go. Not eating or drinking at the table is too weird, and it's easy for people to hate me. For example, some petty people might think I'm targeting them and want to kill me... But if I eat and drink as I should, if someone poisons someone to murder me and I accidentally eat it, even I can't handle the toxins that have already been ingested."
Curacao weighed the pros and cons for an entire afternoon and finally made his current choice: "If I stay alone, not only will I be more likely to encounter an accident, but I will also be investigated as the murderer when someone else encounters an accident. So I must not only sit in a conspicuous place so that others can prove that I don't have any time to commit a crime, but I must also be prepared to deal with unexpected accidents at any time."
"Ordinary people with knives, guns, sticks and clubs are no match for me. If they use guns, this solid wood sofa can be used as a temporary shelter. And if the house collapses or explodes... With the columns next to it and the structure of the house, this position will form a safe corner in the event of a collapse. It is also very close to the outside, so it is easier to get rescue."
After considering many things, Curacao couldn't help but sigh: It was just an ordinary business trip, why did it become such a difficult task like a real-life survival game? - Can't the bigwigs in the organization control the guy who likes to torment his colleagues?
"Forget about restricting him. They are actually trying their best to recruit him to their side." Curacao was annoyed when he thought of Rum. "Hasn't he learned enough from the last explosion?"
"But speaking of colleagues... I ran into Wuzo outside. Should I sync this matter to the Passerby Mutual Aid Association and get a small Wu coin?"
Curacao's mind was briefly active, but soon she realized something: "But synchronization requires people to be present. It's rare that this time it's not the Blizzard Villa mode. Do I really have to take the initiative to run over and stay by Uzo's side just for that little Uzo coin?"
“Forget it, forget it…”
When a member of the organization is struggling with his feelings.
far away.
Another member of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association was eating seafood udon while looking at the woman sitting in the camera's field of view through the screen.
"Curaçao has improved a lot. He now knows that he can't be alone at such a critical moment." Vodka slurped a mouthful of noodles and muttered while chewing:
"But from another perspective, this guy is too passive - so many lawyers with complicated relationships gathered together, it looks like a case is about to happen, why doesn't she go over to observe the situation?"
"… But to be fair, if it were me, I wouldn't want to go there if I could escape. Alas, compared to the danger brought by Wuzo, the appeal of the little Wubi is still a little lacking."
(End of this chapter)
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