Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

On the other side, Banxia, who had completely lost confidence in Uncle Maori, could only focus all his attention on Conan, and when his second monk watched Conan raise his arm in confusion, the next second he saw a subtle silver light passing through the air and shooting into Uncle Maori's neck.

Well? What does the anesthetic taste like? Banxia carefully sniffed the slightest trace of residual smell in the air. How could this smell be similar to the smell of some short-acting anesthetic that I had encountered in my previous life? Under Banxia's searching gaze, Uncle Maori shook and fell on the table.

Is it really an anesthetic? What the hell does this kid Kudo want to do? Banxia looked at Uncle Maori in a posture of sitting upright with his cheeks upright, and then put the photos one by one Conan and licked his paws.

He thought, he probably knew what Conan wanted to do.

As expected, Conan backhanded out his bow-tie voice changer and ducked behind his chair. But doesn't he even pay attention to the balloons? Banxia flicked his tail, and the rabbit balloon floating behind the uncle was very funny!

"Ahem" Conan raised the voice changer to his mouth and coughed lightly twice, making sure there was no problem with his voice. I was about to speak, but suddenly I felt a shadow overhead.

"I almost forgot about the balloon." Conan drooped his eyelids and pulled the balloon down and tucked it under his chair.

"How many times have I said it, I have a photo of an alibi, hey, as a detective, you can also help me say a few words, this police officer is not an ordinary incompetent." Mr. Sei looked at Uncle Maori sitting in a chair, and a hint of banter flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, I'm disappointed in you, Officer Yokomi. I'm here to get you to give a clue, so I'm going to stand aside and not speak. Conan held up his bow tie and imagined the expressions of the two.

"Mr. Maori..."Officer Coral Head looked a little flustered, he actually let his idol down.

"It was arranged by the prisoner, and you didn't see through the mystery in the photo that was used as an alibi."

Banxia silently walked to the chair and stuffed the rabbit balloons with her ears exposed.

"That's right, the prisoner who shot Jin Zhuzhi with a pistol in this room is you! Mr. Shikai Shinichi!

Conan hid behind his chair and made a stealthily gesture.

"Wait! Didn't you just say that? This is a case of robbership! Mr. Sei's face changed, and he took a sharp step forward.

"That's just to paralyze you and make you take it lightly. From the first time I saw the victim, I saw through the whole thing. "

Meow. (It's in the voice of Uncle Maori anyway, so just brag about it, right?) Hearing this, Banxia couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"At first glance, I could see that it was an acquaintance. Whether it was the tooth powder in the victim's mouth or the toothbrush that fell on the ground, it all proved that the deceased was brushing his teeth before being shot.

"It's nothing, whoever brushes their teeth." Mr. Sei spread his hands and stared at Uncle Maori with his chin resting.

"But under normal circumstances, no one would open the door with a toothbrush in their hand and tooth powder in their mouth to greet a stranger they don't know. And one more thing, that's this room. "

Meow? (Room?) Banxia looked around, not figuring out what was going on.

"The killer fled immediately after the gunshots rang out. So, in this case, where did he get the time to make such a mess of the room? A smile curled up at the corner of Conan's mouth, which he had just thought of, "I guess it was to make the scene look like a robbery, so I guess it was made up in advance."

"Heh, it looks like the scene has been full of evidence against me so far, but how can I explain my alibi? At the time of the incident, I was at the scene of the first night festival in the world, which was more than half an hour away. Mr. Sei glanced at Officer Yokozo and put his hand in his pocket.

"It's very easy to do, you took this picture with your camera last year. Just save the camera as it is today and let Xiaolan take a second photo for you. In this way, the false alibi is made.

"And that's probably why you don't want to take off your coat even if it's hot to make it look like it was taken on the same day."

Mr. Sei's face changed slightly, and he forced a smile, "Mr. Mori is really whimsical." But what evidence do you have that I took this photo last year? The more Mr. Sei spoke, the more confident he became, and he turned to look at Officer Yokomizo with a smile on his face.

"The proof is in the photos!" Conan stood up and nudged Uncle Maori's right hand on the table, letting his index finger point at the corner of the photo in question. As soon as I finished it, I suddenly felt like I was being carried up.

"Don't disturb Dad's work!" Xiaolan frowned and lifted Conan's collar, "You see, even Banxia is better behaved than you." As he spoke, he pointed to Banxia, who was squatting on the side and gloating.

Because of Conan's action just now, Uncle Maori, who was originally holding his chin, lost his balance and slapped it on the table with a chirp.

"Yikes!" Xiaolan hurriedly put down Conan, and reached out to shake Uncle Maori.

Seeing this, Conan could only turn around, "Now it's your job, Officer Yokogou." Hearing

what the idols said, Officer Henggou rushed forward with a brisk step, lying on the table and carefully looking at the place that Uncle Maori pointed at just now.

"Wrist? What the hell is this? Officer Henggou grabbed the photo and looked at it carefully, and then grabbed other photos and compared them carefully. At the same time, a certain sentence from Mr. Shijing not long ago flashed in his mind, "... Oops, forgot to put the watch on me. Bang

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Officer Yokomizo slapped the photo in his hand on the table, turned around and walked to the startled Mr. Sei with a blank face, raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

"Tell me, please, what's going on?" Officer Henggou held up one of the photographs, "In this photo, your tanned wrist was completely taken in. But actually," Officer Yokozo jerked up Mr. Sei's sleeve, "but in fact your wrist is white.

Banxia looked at the tip of his nose to the tip of his nose, and the two who were about to kiss him, yawned, which fool thinks that this kind of behavior will bring a sense of oppression?

Mr. Sei, who was caught on the horse's feet, did not continue to quibble, but honestly stretched out his hands and replaced the wrist with a new silver-white bracelet that was missing his watch.

Uncle Maori, who was anesthetized by an anesthetic needle, woke up slowly after he was gone. It was only the next day, before stepping on the train, that a group of police officers led by Officer Henggou reacted to the thanks.

"The murderer is Mr. Sei Shinichi? Or did I expose it? Hey, why am I not impressed? Uncle Maori crossed Erlang's legs and looked at the handsome face reflected in the window with some confusion.

"Well, it's okay, wahahahaha, it's me, Detective Mori Kogoro." Banxia squatted on the small table in front of Conan, looking at Uncle Maori who couldn't bear to look at him.

Although Japan is a big place, they didn't return to Tokyo until the afternoon because of the impressive speed of the train.

"Wow! Finally home.

Orchid, who had stepped out of the taxi, stood in front of the door of Café Poirot and stretched.

Hmm, I haven't been to Shirley in a few days, so why don't you go out and hang out today? Banxia tilted his head and thought about it. All morning was confined to a small table, but it suffocated him. As soon as he thought of this, Banxia made up his mind, and took advantage of Xiaolan's inattention to run away.

Xiaolan looked at Banxia who ran away and shrugged her shoulders. She's now used to Banxia sneaking out and running around, as long as she doesn't get hurt again like last time.

Banxia, who was familiar with the road, soon came to the vicinity of the destination.

"Meow

meow, meow meow, meow..." In front of it is Shirley's small building, but when did such an extra thing appear on the wall?

Stretched out his claws and poked the camera installed on the wall, Banxia was a little puzzled. What is this thing put here to spy on? See if there's a car coming in?

Ignoring the newly installed camera, Banxia walked to the door of the small building casually, but soon he frowned. As a secret laboratory of the Black Order, there is nothing in this small building that allows him to sneak into it quietly.

Just when he decided to give up sneaking in and turn around and go home, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps inside the door, and soon, Shirley, who was wearing a white coat, pushed open the door and stood in front of Banxia.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, and I knew you guys would come back again."

Shirley scratched Banxia's chin and carried him into her lounge. Unlike last time, this time there was a woman with long black hair sitting on the big bed in the lounge.

"Sister."

Shirley looked at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed and smiled.

"Shiho, did you go out just to pick up this little guy?"

The long-haired woman sitting on the bed stretched out her hand and gently held up Banxia in Shirley's arms.

Well? Sister? Is this Shirley's sister? Banxia stopped the act of preparing to resist and looked at the long-haired woman in front of him seriously. The difference in hair color is a bit big, although it looks like a big beauty, but sure enough, Shirley is a little better-looking.

"Sister, is there something you are doing here?"

Shirley reached out and pinched Banxia's meat pad, looking at her sister with some curiosity.

"It's nothing, I just miss you, come and see you."

Shirley's sister opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it, but changed the subject.

But these details didn't escape Shirley's eyes, and she sat up straight with a frown, "Sister, are you still thinking about rye whiskey, that bastard guy!" Did he contact you again? Isn't it enough for him to take advantage of you once! As he spoke, he stood up angrily.

"No, no, Ah Da didn't contact me." Sister Shirley pursed her lips, grabbed Shirley's hands, and pulled her back to her side.

Rye whiskey? Is it an important person in an organization? Sounds like he's used the Shirley sisters for something?

Banxia quietly listened to the conversation between the two, and at the same time began to think in his head.

Counting the rum and this rye whiskey that I have never seen, I now know the six important personnel of this black organization. If we can successfully get rid of this organization...

Banxia showed a smirk, she would definitely be able to become a human again.

It's just that a cat can really do such an unbelievable thing?

Looking at the paws raised in front of him, Banxia was a little depressed, could a little kitten who couldn't even call the police, really be able to send this kind of illegal organization hidden in the dark to prison?