A corner of a dimly lit room.

"Brother." Vodka handed the information to Gin. On it was a picture of Amamiya Nanako. He said sternly, "How do we deal with this person?"

Smoke was lingering, Gin was holding a cigarette and casually flicking the ashes into the ashtray. A large area of ​​shadows obscured his dark green eyes, showing a wild and dangerous look in the darkness. He glanced at the picture but did not reach out to take it. He just issued a death notice indifferently.

"Whatever. I have no interest in dying people."

Gin saved Amamiya Nanako, of course, not out of kindness. It's just that this person is still useful to the organization for the time being. A ridiculous couple of scientists want to betray the organization, so they use their beloved daughter as a hostage.

But the scientists didn't seem to care about their daughter and chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building, so the girl was of no use.

But they are indeed a family, even their choice of the way to die is so consistent.

"Oh, what a pity! I got stuck again. I won't be able to meet the mysterious third person today."

In a corner of the cafe, a man with semi-long hair sighed with regret, and a look of pity appeared on his handsome face.

He looked at the curly-haired young man opposite him and joked, "Every time I go on a date with the mysterious third person, it always ends in failure. Is this a special arrangement by the goddess of fate?"

Jinpei Matsuda also looked depressed. He stirred the cloud of latte art in the cup. Indeed, every time Saikawa was about to meet Kenji, there would be an emergency. Either Kenji had an urgent mission, or Saikawa was sick and hospitalized, or went to school, or was kidnapped. Therefore, the two had not met until now.

"Well, forget it. Qichuan does have something urgent to do this time. Let's talk about it next time. There's still a lot of time left, and you'll meet each other eventually."

Hagiwara Kenji smiled and agreed, then carefully looked at his son's face, half teasingly and half seriously, "Is Jinpei-chan going to turn into a daredevil? The cyanosis in his eyes is even darker than that of Kofuku. Is he going to seize the promotion and realize his wish of beating up the Superintendent?"

Matsuda Jinpei yawned lazily, a line of mist covered his blue eyes. He sighed weakly, "Don't mention it. It's all your fault, Investigation Section 1. You said you didn't have enough manpower and asked us for help. Now, in addition to defusing bombs all over the city, we also have to help you capture people."

His mind was not clear, and he realized something was wrong only after he said it. He was stunned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. He pretended to be very complaining, "I've been working non-stop and I don't have time to rest, okay?"

Hagiwara Kenji's eyes darkened, showing a devastated silence. But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he smiled brilliantly again, "Thank you for your hard work, Officer Matsuda. As compensation, how about we go eat ramen together?"

Matsuda Jinpei raised his lips slightly, stood up and walked out with Hagiwara Kenji, "You guys are just going to treat me to ramen?"

Is Sugawa Gen really in an emergency?

Just as Qichuan Yuan was about to go out, the world consciousness suddenly issued a shrill alarm, warning Qichuan Yuan not to keep the appointment, otherwise irreversible changes would occur.

Then let's not go. It's better to avoid trouble if you can avoid it. Qichuan Yuan took off his coat and sat on the sofa. He opened the invitation for vacation sent by the little detective and replied "OK" happily.

Summer in Beika Town always makes people feel lazy and unwilling to move around. However, the refreshing beach always attracts countless people. People come and go on the sunny beach, a family or a handsome man and a beautiful woman walk together, talking and laughing as they walk and stop on the beach.

In an extremely quiet corner near the store, there are two beach chairs placed side by side. Two brothers, one older and one younger, wearing the same beach pants and sunglasses, are lying quietly on them, hiding under an umbrella and enjoying the shade, with satisfied expressions like cats who have eaten their fill.

"Conan, ice cocoa."

Qichuan Yuan took action without opening his eyes, and skillfully called the little detective.

Conan looked at the man's hands spread out like a lazy worm with half-moon eyes, and handed him the Coke unhappily, "Hey, you're not even willing to do a simple action like stretching your hand? You're almost degenerating into a cartilaginous animal!"

Qichuan Yuan took the cup calmly with a serene look on his face and started to talk nonsense: "Because my body has not recovered yet, my wounds are telling me not to move."

Conan:...I don't believe you, was the person who jumped down from the building today a ghost?

"Puff——" As soon as the sweet cola entered his mouth, Qichuan Yuan suddenly widened his eyes and sat up from the bench like a corpse, "Why is it cola?"

He looked at Conan, who was smiling obediently, and clenched his fists, "You did this on purpose, kid!"

Conan jumped down from the bench, dodging the powerful fist. "Not really! Besides, we should drink Coke in the summer, so what's wrong with a taste?"

Sugawa Gen has long arms and legs. He stretched out his hand to grab Conan's collar with an official smile. Maybe he really hates Coke. He grumbled for the first time, "One taste destroyed my utopia. The sweet and greasy taste of Coke is so terrible. Don't you feel terrified when the bubbles explode in your mouth? Every time the carbonated burp with the taste of Coke is exhaled through the nasal cavity, the coldness and sadness that rushes straight into the brain is really painful."

"Kid, don't challenge people's inertia. Just like you like Sherlock Holmes, I also like Coco.

You don’t want Moriarty to show up and ruin the mood.”

Of course not! Conan suddenly felt the same way. He stopped struggling and put his hands together to beg for mercy with a very sincere expression, "Sorry, I won't do it again next time!"

Qichuan Yuan snorted lightly, let go of Conan and picked up the cocoa to relieve the greasy taste in his mouth. He asked vaguely with the straw in his mouth: "It's noon now, why haven't your uncle and your sister arrived yet?"

Conan yawned and wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's almost there. The car got stuck on the road, but I caught a ride, so I should be there soon."

Speak of the devil, and here he comes. As soon as the words fell, a group of people came down from a car in a mighty procession. The long-haired girl in a white shirt and jeans looked towards the corner accurately, and waved with a bright smile, "Conan! Mr. Qichuan!"

"Sister Xiaolan!"

Conan smiled innocently, and walked out with the expressionless Qichuan Yuan, not forgetting to ask, "Hey, at least pretend to be a normal person in front of them, and don't say anything scary again, understand?"

If he continued to calmly talk about topics like corpse maintenance methods, he would be considered a pervert by Uncle Maori and he would have no words to say.

Sugawa Gen looked at him straight, smiled like Conan, and waved to Mao Li Ran and the others, "Mauri classmate, Mao Li uncle!"

Conan: ...That's not necessary. I'm not saying it's that normal.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long," Mao Lilan smiled apologetically, "You must be hungry, let's go have lunch first."

Maori Kogoro made an appointment with the family who sent them here. He turned around, frowned, looked at a troublesome kid and a perverted kid, and said in an unpleasant tone: "Why are these two kids here too?"

"Really? Two more mouths to feed. It costs a lot more money."

Mao Lilan helplessly put her hands on her hips and said, "Dad! Didn't we agree to go on vacation together the night before last? You forgot again!"

"Ah, is that so? Maori Kogoro thought about it, but the alcohol clouded his brain and he only had a vague impression of the discussion. He touched the back of his head awkwardly and laughed, "Hahaha, it seems that this is really the case."

Conan Half Moon Eyes: Hey, hey, it looks like you drank too much again. You don’t remember anything at all.

Sugawa Gen ignored Maori Kogoro and asked, "Are we going to have dinner with those people?"

"Yes," Ran Mao Li nodded and explained to them.

"Because the husband of that family, Mr. Seto, unexpectedly got along well with my father, the two of them agreed to go drinking together, and we went to eat together."

"Oh," said Gen Sugawa, glancing at the uncle whose face was flushed and who was obviously not sober yet. "Drinking is the main thing, and eating is just a side job. You are worthy of being Uncle Mori."

They met at a barbecue restaurant by the sea and booked a private room.

As the wine got to him, Mr. Seto, who had a beer belly, smiled and patted the table. He put his arm around Kogoro Maori's shoulder and said with emotion: "Oh, Mr. Maori, you are so lucky! You have such a group of excellent children, each one is more beautiful than the other. It is true that only excellent people can raise excellent children."

"Really? Hahaha." Maori Kogoro was flattered and accepted Mr. Seto's compliment very naturally, "With me as a role model, they must have learned from me, hahaha. But Mr. Seto is not bad either, and his daughter has grown into a beautiful young lady!"

Mr. Seto sneered and looked quite unconcerned. "Oh, that's a lie. She is far from her brother!"

Conan and Sugawa Gen, who had somehow become his sons, ate barbecue in silence, listening to their conversation with their ears tilted up. When they mentioned the word "brother", they looked up at Seto Aion who was talking and laughing with Xiaolan. Her face was natural, as if she didn't care at all. However, her mother suddenly fell silent, and her smile was a little forced.

Xiaolan also heard their conversation. She accidentally caught a glimpse of Conan and Sugawa Gen's curious eyes. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she dutifully acted as a tool, "Does Miss Seto have a brother?"

"No, I wish I had a brother so my dad wouldn't be so sullen all day, but I only have a sister who works outside," Seto Aion laughed heartily, "But this is just my dad's imagination, he's so eager to have a son. As soon as he drinks, he starts talking nonsense, saying that he has an excellent son."

"It's been like this since I was little. When I was little, I was very surprised. But now I'm completely used to it and don't care about it."

Is that so?

Conan withdrew his gaze thoughtfully, but Mrs. Seto's expression showed that it was true.

He nudged Qichuan Yuan and asked quietly, "Do you think she is lying?"

"No," Sugawa Gen swallowed the barbecue in his mouth and took a sip of cocoa. "But this person should really exist. Mrs. Seto's expression would not lie. Her eyes were erratic and her face suddenly turned pale. It didn't look like she was embarrassed by her husband's nonsense, but rather guilty and scared."

He rubbed Conan's furry head and said, "But don't think too much when you're on vacation, Detective."

"Eat your meal quickly. Curiosity kills the cat. This is someone else's private matter. We should not interfere."

"Oh," Conan bit off the barbecue that Sugawa Gen brought over and happily put the matter behind him. It was not easy for Sugawa Gen to move his hands, and he could also eat the barbecue fed by this lazy man, so he must enjoy it.

He smiled very sincerely and shouted very loudly: "Brother Qichuan, I want to eat that piece of meat!"

Mr. Seto noticed this and laughed heartily: "These two guys are great! They are friendly and respectful to each other. They are really a pair of excellent brothers! That's how it should be. The older brother should take care of the younger brother more!"

"Yes, it's really lovely!" Mrs. Seto also sighed at this scene and called out to Miss Seto with great interest, "Aoi, quickly bring the camera over so I can take a picture."

Because he picked up a piece of meat for Conan on a whim, Gen Sugawa suddenly became the focus of attention and successfully became a tool for picking up meat. He slowly forced out a smile and said, "Conan, you're done."