Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

Saitama Prefecture, the scene of the first night festival in the world....

Banxia lay in Xiaolan's arms, stretched out his head and rubbed Xiaolan's arm, yesterday he was held by Xiaolan and walked around the mall with the garden for a day. I said I was still buying something for myself, but I was really tired...

As for why he is here, Banxia is still a little unbelievable.

......

"Xiaolan, what are you looking at, let's go to the next one." took the garden to Xiaolan, who was standing still, and raised his hand to poke Banxialu's belly outside.

"Meow! (Don't move me, the girls don't know how reserved) "

Xiaolan didn't pay attention to the person and the cat, but still looked at the merchant in front of her a little entangled.

"Eh, lottery, I'll take a look at the first prize..."The garden followed Xiaolan's gaze and also found the shop in front of him that was doing activities.

"The third prize is the first night festival in the world? Isn't this the conference that Xiaolan said you wanted to go to when you went to school two days ago? There is just a lottery. Why don't we go to this store first? "

Things were normal before the lottery, but when it came to the lottery, Banxia began to suspect Meow Sheng.

"Meow! (Three third prizes?) No, isn't there a total of three third prizes?

Banxia turned his head to look at the billboard on the side...

Until now, he still can't understand how the girl holding him managed to accurately pocket all the third prizes on the opposite side in just three chances out of thousands of lottery tickets. The reason is just because with the addition of Conan and Uncle Maori, there are three of them in total, so three tickets are needed.

"Meow~ (It's incredible)"

Banxia licked his paw and looked up at the big burning characters that gradually appeared in the sky. Although I couldn't sneak out to find a case today, it's acceptable to see such fireworks. You can also see Kudo like this...

Banxia poked his head out and looked at Conan with his face pulled and an ugly rabbit balloon tied to his wrist. Banxia grinned, I didn't expect the Kudo kid who was such a stinky fart at the beginning to have such a day, but it's a pity that he can't take pictures now.

"Whew... Whew..., finally... Finally caught up. Banxia's ears twitched, and she looked at a panting man in a white suit not far away.

I saw him look around, turned his head and walked to Xiaolan, who was holding Banxia, "I'm sorry, can you please take a photo for me?" As he spoke, he handed the camera in his hand to Uncle Maori who was standing behind Xiaolan.

"Meow~ (Looking for Uncle Maori to take pictures?) It's not... Wait, what does it taste like?

Banxia, who was originally lying lazily in Xiaolan's arms, jerked his tail and sniffed carefully at the smell that permeated the air. This is, the smell of blood?

Banxia looked at the man who was posing, his pupils shrank, where did the smell of blood come from? Could it be that Kudo's case constitution has finally begun to recover?

He suddenly became excited, staring intently at the man not far away, it seems, could it be that this man wanted to forge an alibi? Even if you forge an alibi, it's really unlucky to find the head of the guy from Kudo.

It's a pity that I don't know where the crime scene is, and when I find it, maybe the wisp of calamity will dissipate.

"Dad, you've got all the balloons in." Xiaolan, who was standing next to Uncle Maori and looked at the photo, said in disgust.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, I'm just collecting folklore materials from all over the world." The man took the camera and touched his head.

Well? Do you wear a watch on your wrist all the time? There's a piece of skin that hasn't been tanned, so write it down and write it down, maybe it'll be useful later. I just don't know if Kid Conan noticed this.

Banxia glanced at the few people who had re-posed their poss and continued to take pictures, turned their heads and began to "stamp" Conan's face. I haven't done it for the past two days, and I always feel a little uncomfortable.

Because she disliked Uncle Maori's level of photography, Xiaolan handed Banxia in her arms to Conan beside her and asked him to hold it, while she happily took pictures of the writer named Sei Xuanichi.

"Hey, hey, I said, you're not done!" Conan lifted Banxia away with his hands and tilted his head back, dodging Banxia's claws.

"Meow. (Idle is idle anyway.)

Banxia flicked his tail, suddenly stopped waving his paws, and turned his head to look at the police officers who appeared next to the two people who were taking pictures, it seemed that someone had found the crime scene.

......

A room in the hotel was full of people watching the excitement, Officer Coral Head led a few people to squeeze through the crowd and walked into the half-open room door, "The murder weapon is a pistol, the time of death is about eight o'clock, and the prisoner is a young man..."

Sure enough, the calamity that was supposed to appear at the scene had already dissipated.

"Tsk, the bullet went through the head beautifully." Uncle Maori looked at the corpse's head.

"Hey, what are you! How can there be cats! "

Ah, Banxia, it's okay to run around!"

Xiaolan hurriedly picked up Banxia and pulled his face as if punishing.

"I'm a detective." Uncle Maori stood up and straightened his non-existent collar.

"If I'm not mistaken..."Hearing this, Officer Coral Head slammed up to Uncle Maori and grabbed his hand with an excited face.

"You are Detective Kogoro Mori, who has helped the police solve countless difficult cases! I often see reports about you in the newspapers, and since it's you, please read it casually.

Banxia glanced at Uncle Maori with a proud face, and was a little surprised, when did the uncle's name become so loud?

Merely...... Why can Conan study the field, but I can't... Ah, he's been beaten, then it's all right, Shutan!

Banxia changed his posture, no longer paying attention to Conan who was covering his head, but observed the writer who was with them just now, even if he didn't have that tempting aroma on his body, but the smell of blood from his body when they met by chance still made Banxia sure that the murderer was him.

Looking at the cold sweat on the forehead of the guy who was suspected of being the murderer by Officer Coral Head, Banxia twitched his tail slightly, then, Mr. Murderer, please start your doomed futile quibble.

"What are you kidding, the crime happened around eight o'clock, and I had already gone to the scene of the first night festival in the world, so it was impossible to have time to commit the crime, okay? And I also met Mr. Maori. Mr. Sei seemed confident in his alibi and quickly regained his composure.

"But it's already the second half of the celebration when we met you, right?" Uncle Maori took a cigarette in his mouth and touched his chin.

"But I really went there in the first place, and I took a lot of pictures. By the way, if you think I'm lying, don't you know if you develop the picture out of your camera!

Banxia looked at Sei Xuani, who pretended to suddenly remember that he still had a camera, and shook his head. This acting is not very good. But it seems that the actions we were together just now were really used to forge an alibi.

Soon, the photos in the camera were washed out, and a total of seven photos were flipped around by Uncle Maori with some irritation, "Which photo was taken with an alibi!" Wow, isn't this a picture I took? That's around this time when we met Mr. Sei.

Banxia ignored the other people's discussions, but walked down Uncle Maori's arm and climbed onto his shoulder.

"Ah, Banxia is coming down, don't disturb my father's case." Xiaolan reached out to take Banxia off Uncle Maori's shoulder, but found that it was tightly hugging Uncle Maori's neck.

"Forget it, just let it stay here, it's not heavy anyway, as long as it falls off, don't blame me."

Feeling the little meat pad holding himself, Uncle Maori's originally somewhat impatient expression suddenly changed, this kid rarely gets close to him at home, he thinks that Banxia doesn't like him. Holding back a smile, he kept looking at the photos.

It's not this one, it's not this one....

Banxia didn't know that she had broken Uncle Maori's heart, so she just stood quietly on Uncle Maori's shoulder and looked at the washed photos carefully.

Maybe this is it! Banxia stared at a burning word "Tian" printed on the photo, squinted his eyes, and opened the key that contained another wisp of calamity, is it here?

"When did the original word 'heaven' completely burn?" Uncle Maori looked up at Officer Coral Head.

"Eight-twenty-five, huh?"

"Mr. Nasai was already on the scene before 8:25." Uncle Maori showed the photo in his hand.

No, no, the photo doesn't look fake, what's wrong? Damn, I don't know what this antique can do. Banxia looked at the camera not far away with a headache and sighed.

"But this camera can be faked with multiple exposures or something, right?" Officer Coral Head and Banxia thought of the same direction and faked the photo.

"Isn't the person who can wash the photo your officer?" Looking at Shijing, who raised the corners of his mouth again, Banxia flicked his tail irritably. It seems that it is not through technical means, so what could it be?

Banxia rummaged through the memories in his mind, and suddenly his constantly waving tail stopped, this photo with the word "sky" may not have been taken this year. Thinking of this, the man who was at the celebration scene before was all connected in some strange places.

"Meow~

" Uncle Maori suddenly felt that someone was pulling his trouser legs, and when he looked down, he realized that Banxia was stepping on the photo of the word "sky" and pulling his trouser legs.

"Hey, hey, don't mess with the key evidence!"

Uncle Maori was about to bend down and pull out the photo, but found that Banxia popped out his paws, as if pointing at the corner of the photo.

"Huh? Do you want to eat their takoyaki? Let's talk about this kind of thing next year, this year's celebration is over, and I don't know where the store is going.

Uncle Maori thought for a moment, looked at the takoyaki cart stall in the background, and nodded in realization.

"Meow? (Huh?) I told you that he didn't have the right mark on his wrist, and you told me I wanted to eat takoyaki? Although I do want to eat it, it's not the problem!

Banxia watched a little frantically as Uncle Maori put the photo back on the table, and rolled her eyes in frustration.

Conan, who noticed Banxia's movements, touched his chin and stood on tiptoe to find the place where the tip of Banxia's claws had left traces on the photo just now.

"Wrist?" Conan recalled Mr. Sei's exposed wrist just now, and his expression became excited, "I know, this is not this year's photo, no wonder that guy resolutely refuses to take off his coat even if he feels hot during the celebration, it turns out that this is the reason."

Conan, who understood it, smiled slightly, and now it was time to experiment with Dr. Agasa's new invention.