Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Madame's bedroom is really tasteful."

Uncle Maori smiled, looking at the room with a slightly more careful gaze than before.

"Here's your wedding photo."

Hearing this, Xiao Lan, who was carefully observing the surroundings, turned her head and subconsciously praised.

"What a beautiful bride."

Hearing the praise for herself, Mrs. Meifang's face brightened a lot.

"This is a picture we took abroad ten years ago today."

Just then, Mr. Kana pushed open the door and walked into the room, standing next to Uncle Maori and telling them about their encounter.

But just then, a hurried phone rang in the bedroom.

Hearing this ringtone, everyone thought of the threatening phone call that Mr. Garner said at that time, and immediately turned their heads to look at Mrs. Meifang, their eyes full of worry.

Mrs. Mirangana took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Who are you? You are...... Hung up. Looking

at the wife who had taken refuge in Mr. Gana's arms with a frightened face, everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

"Mrs

. Meifang..." Xiaolan walked up to her, wanting to comfort her, but suddenly found that Mrs. Meifang's right hand, which was hiding in her husband's arms, was very unnaturally stretched out in her pocket.

But before she could think about it, she heard the phone ring again.

"Hello? Who the hell are you?

Uncle Maori picked up the microphone with a frown, but again received no response.

"Mrs. Gana, does this happen often?"

Seeing that the matter involved his own commission, Uncle Maori suddenly became serious and began to inquire about the specific situation.

However, after some inquiry, I didn't get any useful information, which made things even more confusing.

On the way back to the hall, Conan suddenly noticed that Ran seemed to be very quiet.

"Na, Sister Xiaolan, what are you thinking?"

Conan raised his hand and gently tugged at the hem of Xiaolan's skirt.

"Ah, it's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much."

Xiaolan looked down and smiled at Conan, but her frowning brow revealed her inconsistency.

Back in the hall, two men in formal attire were talking in a whisper.

After a brief introduction, Mr. Gana's brother pulled him out of the hall, and the faint sound of the quarrel embarrassed the people who were still in the hall.

Mrs. Ke Meifang seemed to be accustomed to it, and her face remained unchanged at all.

"Guys, please come over here. Before the banquet begins, let's try a pre-dinner snack. "

Wow, that's so much to dish,"

Uncle Maori's eyes lit up, as if he had left everything behind him.

The sweet pre-dinner snacks seemed to exude an alluring luster under the light, but Xiaolan, who was skeptical, only felt that the taste was the same as chewing wax, and she had no intention of tasting the dim sum at all.

"Wow, this snack is so delicious, hey, Xiaolan, isn't this your favorite thing to eat? Why don't you do it?

Uncle Maori tossed a piece of madeleine cake into his mouth and said with some slurredness.

"This... Didn't you think you'd be meeting Mr. Tenma soon? Somewhat excited.

Xiaolan casually found an excuse to prevaricate, and she had been focusing most of her attention on Mrs. Meifang, but she found that after hearing Mr. Tenma's name, Mrs. Meifang's face suddenly became a little flustered.

It wasn't long before Conan, who had gone out to eavesdrop on their quarrel, followed them back to the table.

"I'll go upstairs to make up some makeup and come back."

Mrs. Meifang smiled at Uncle Maori and the others, and was about to leave the hall.

"Mrs. American, I'll go with you."

Xiaolan saw that Mrs. Meifang wanted to leave, so she hurriedly stepped forward and spoke.

"Just go upstairs to make up my makeup, I'll just go by myself. And I also don't like to have outsiders present when I'm putting on makeup. "

I'll just wait outside for Mrs. Meifang."

Xiaolan still insisted.

"That's right, Meifang, you should let this Miss Xiaolan act with you, the two of you should be safer, after all, that kind of thing has happened recently."

Seeing Mr. Garner speak, Mrs. Meifang didn't want to say anything more, but thinking that she had already arranged everything in advance, she no longer resisted, and took Xiaolan to her bedroom on the second floor.

"I'm sorry, please wait for me here."

"It's okay, if there's anything to do Mrs. Meifang, you just need to shout and crouch down."

Xiaolan pinched the packets of medicinal powder in her pocket and said.

"Okay, I got it."

As she spoke, Mrs. Meifang closed the door and locked the door after a moment's hesitation.

Time passed, and just when Xiaolan thought that nothing would happen, with the roar of thunder, darkness engulfed the entire manor.

The power went out—

"Mrs. Mifang!" Are you okay?

Xiaolan, who was in the darkness in front of her, nervously raised her hand to push the door, but all she responded to was a rapid scream and a locked door.

“...... The quality of not panicking no matter what he faces, is also one of the secrets of Holmes being able to become a great detective..."

Xiao Lan, who was originally only in a hurry when she encountered this kind of thing, suddenly remembered a certain lunch time when her parents had just separated.

Shinichi sat with her under the big tree and ate a bento prepared by Aunt Yukiko, and the temperature of the fried shrimp tempura wrapped her in a somewhat lame encouragement from Shinichi.

As if this sentence was still lingering in her ears, Xiaolan regained her composure and slammed her foot on the door lock, and with a loud click, the door of the whole room was directly kicked open by Xiaolan.

As a bolt of lightning illuminated the room, two figures entangled on the side of the balcony came into Xiaolan's eyes.

"Mrs. Meifang! Close your eyes! "