Chapter 82 I Don't Play Games!

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Japanese festivals and celebrations are basically in the same pattern, with many small vendors. For children, this is a great place to play.

But it is a pity that Conan is only 7 years old on the outside, but he is actually a 17-year-old high school student. For everything in front of him, he has experienced it too many times, and he has no interest in it at all.

Instead, Xiaolan enthusiastically dragged him around every interesting shop.

Conan carried a rabbit-shaped hydrogen balloon on his back, and followed Mao Lilan with a black line on his face.

Hey Hey hey! Do you want to be so childish? ?

"Want to play goldfish fishing? I used to be very good at catching goldfish." Mao Lilan smiled and raised the change clip in his hand to Conan, "I will keep the change for this trip, you can play whatever you want Tell me."

"No need." Conan smiled awkwardly, and politely rejected Mao Lilan.

Come on, he's 17 and really has no interest in this stuff.

In other words, he often played this kind of small game with Mao Lilan before. It's just that Mao Lilan is the only one who has been interested in these games since childhood.

And seeing Mao Lilan's smile is also a very pleasant thing for Kudo Shinichi.

Mao Lilan stared at the goldfish fishing booth, with nostalgia in his eyes: "Speaking of goldfish fishing, there was a person who was better than me in the past. To play a game, you have to carefully calculate the angle and direction of force. This kind of person is really It's so boring."

"Isn't it great to catch more goldfish in a smart way?" Conan originally looked up at Mao Lilan in confusion, but after seeing the melancholy in Mao Lilan's eyes, he suddenly felt his throat dry, what? I can't even speak.

Xin Fangang joined them and was trying to prevent Kogoro Mori from drinking beer right now.

Hearing these words, he resolutely spoke for Conan: "Then why don't you try it now? The little boy next to you should also have good goldfish fishing skills."

Mao Lilan returned to her senses, and smiled at Conan and Xinfan a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I seemed to be distracted just now. So Conan, do you really want to play goldfish fishing?"

"Hmm! I want to be with Sister Xiaolan!" Conan raised his innocent and childish face, and showed a bright smile at Mao Lilan.

Mao Lilan couldn't help touching his head: "Kids should like these, Conan is usually too precocious."

Mao Lilan paid for two people. She took two paper nets, and just handed one of them to Conan, but was suddenly stopped by a man.

"Hi, I'm very sorry. Could you please take a picture for me? I want to use that word as the background."

The man who spoke was wearing a thick coat, panting, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

But Mao Lilan didn't notice his abnormality: "It turns out that one or three words in the world have already lit up!"

The man chatted with Mao Lilan very familiarly: "I am a writer. I came here today to find inspiration and want to take some photos for archiving. By the way, this is my work. Please give me some suggestions when you have time."

He handed over a book.

"Hmm..." Mao Lilan read out the author's name, "Sei Shinichi."

Mori Kogoro, who stood beside him and wanted to steal beer countless times, said unceremoniously: "This name is strange, are you a newcomer writer?"

A shadow of prey crept up Sei Shinichi's brows, he forced a smile and said, "No, I have been using the pseudonym Imai Yuka before."

Mao Lilan was pleasantly surprised: "Wow! So you are Imai Yukazu! I like your works very much!"

"That's not right..." Mori Kogoro frowned, "Imai Yukazu should be the famous writer Tomo Imaitake recently, right?"

Seeing that Shinichi Shijing was about to lose his temper, Xinfan made a relief and said, "Maybe it was written by two writers. There were many cases like this before."

Sei Nobuichi also echoed with some embarrassment: "That's it. We wrote under the pseudonym Imai Yuka at first, but Imaitake became more famous later on."

"It's amazing that you have worked with Tomoe Imatake!"

Hearing Mao Lilan's praise, Sei Shinichi had a strange expression.

Conan frowned, looked the man up and down carefully, leaned closer to Xinfan and said in a low voice, "Brother Asano, do you think that man named Sei Shinichi is strange?"

"Where do you mean?"

"It's so hot, why does he have to wear such a thick coat? He obviously sweats a lot." Conan pointed to the man's head and said, "And his face is so red, he looks like he's done it. Like strenuous exercise."

Xinfan didn't say anything, just handed the phone to Conan.

Conan was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "I don't want to play Dream Rescue!"

Shinfan: "..."

Conan took a closer look and found that it was a photo.

He smiled a little embarrassedly, but still couldn't help complaining: "It's really hard to be stuck in the tenth level and can't pass it. By the way, Brother Asano, have you passed the ninth level?"

"Take a good look at the photos and don't talk nonsense."

"Oh." Conan took the phone unwillingly and took a closer look. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his head in shock, "It's that person!!"

"Although it's just throwing clothes around, it's a bit suspicious to dress up like that, right? But now that I think about it, since he can come to the memorial ceremony, he should be just an ordinary tourist. In the end, I still..."

"Hello sir!"

A big thick hand patted Sei Nobuichi who was posing for a photo.

Shi Jingxuan was taken aback for a moment, turned around and faced a police officer's card: "Who are you?"

"I'm Yokomizo, a police officer from the Saitama Police Station." The man holding a police officer's card said coldly, "I have some questions about your previous actions."

"Sorry." Shi Jingxuan shrugged with a smile, "I've been wandering around the memorial ceremony since the beginning, so I may not be able to help."

"Just at the beginning?" Police Officer Henggou was stunned, "But you should not have been there when the memorial ceremony began, right? Some people reported that they saw a suspicious man by the river, so you look like you."

The smile on Shijing Xuanyi's face froze, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the back of his head: "What are you talking about? I stayed at the celebration all the time, and I took a lot of photos."

"A photo again?" Officer Henggou was even more confused, "Can I see the photos you took?"

Although I don't quite understand why the news was provided by police officer Megure in Tokyo, but the man in front of me is indeed suspicious.

Japanese police really help each other!

"certainly."

Seeing that things were still going according to the route he designed, Sei Xuanichi was obviously relieved.

Unsurprisingly, this kind of behavior was fully seen by Conan, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to Sei Shinichi: "It's very strange, brother Asano. The memorial ceremony should have started when you took the photo, right?"