Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"I said... Maori, how long do you want to challenge Xingxiong, Xiaolan, you don't persuade your father. Noriko scratched Banxia's chin and began to calculate in her heart that this was the first time Mori had fallen to catch the ball.

"It seems that there is not enough time, it is already past six o'clock." Conan looked up at the clock and scratched his head.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Oops, we have to move quickly, or the fireworks show will be full of people." Noriko exclaimed.

"I'll return the racket and net, and you guys will go to the fireworks show and take a place first." Kazushi suggested as he picked up a box full of rackets and nets.

"Good! Let's go take a seat first. Uncle Maori grabbed the blanket next to him, and rushed to the location of the fireworks display with Little Lan Conan and Ah Chun.

After running for a short distance, Xiaolan suddenly stopped and said a little anxiously, "It's not good, we forgot to ask Aunt Yumi to get up and watch the fireworks." "

Leave her alone, the fireworks show is about to start." Someone will go and wake her up.

"What if everybody thinks that? I'll call her back. With that, Xiaolan shoved Banxia into Uncle Maori's arms, turned around and rushed back to the hotel.

Although the means of transportation was temporarily changed, Banxia didn't care about these details. His attention was focused on a man dressed in black in the distance, if he guessed correctly...

As Uncle Maori gradually accelerated, the figure in the distance got closer and closer, until the moment Uncle Maori and Ah Chun, who looked in a hurry, overtook the man, looking at the impressive ass chin, Banxia showed an expression of "sure enough, it's him".

Walking slowly behind the two of them was the tequila that had a car with him. Banxia smelled the still very fresh air and nodded silently. It seems that this guy is not here to kill this time, and there is no smell of killing intent on his body.

Speaking of which, Banxia began to recall several members of the organization she had encountered. Except for Gin and vodka at the beginning, the other members of the organization he met didn't seem to have a murderous intent on them all the time. Even vodka, from the second encounter, did not have any smell of murderous intent on it. Only Gin, Banxia thought about it, and nodded secretly in his heart, only the long hair called Gin, every time he met him, he always exuded the aura of "I want to kill two people", and I don't know if it was because his status was too low or because his status was too high.

Thinking of the murderous intent emanating from Gin's body, and the aura of calamity that seemed to overflow from his body in his intuition, Banxia had the urge to find Gin, and then knock him out and throw him into prison regardless of Sanqi Twenty-One.

But then again, it seems like I haven't been to Shirley's mixed milk in a while. I miss Shirley's sweet embrace, ahh

Banxia was thinking crankily while paying attention to the movements of the agave. Until now, agave should be the same as them, with the purpose of being the scene of the fireworks display. Looking at the suitcase he was carrying, it looked like he was going to make a deal with whom? Banxia flicked his tail and began to think about whether to take advantage of the crowd and secretly follow him to see the situation?

Soon, Uncle Maori and Ah Chun squeezed through the crowd with the help of their strong bodies and grabbed a lawn with an excellent view.

It didn't take long for the black-clothed tequila to reappear in Banxia's field of vision. With the help of his eyesight strengthened by the aura of the heart calamity, Banxia stared at the tequila that was turning around in the crowd, for fear that he would accidentally lose that guy.

"Boom-pop-"

Colorful fireworks shoot into the sky from the square not far away, blooming in the dark night sky. Under the illumination of the fireworks, Banxia clearly saw that as the agave passed through the crowd, the suitcase that was originally carried in his hand disappeared, replaced by a light blue handheld shopping bag, which was the most common.

"Meow! (Damn!)

Banxia's pupils shrank into a slit and began to look for the guy who had just traded with tequila in the darkness.

Flower shirts? Not, blue yukata? No, could it be the guy in the black sweatshirt? Doesn't look like it?

At the same time that Banxia kept glancing, a slightly familiar figure broke into Banxia's sight. How did that guy end up in this place? Banxia stood up and looked carefully at the figure in the distance. That's right, it's him.

Banxia looked at the side face that the man unintentionally revealed, subconsciously raised his paws and licked it, and looked at the short and fat figure that was almost overwhelmed by the crowd with a solemn gaze. Is it a coincidence? Or is he the one who traded with Tequila?

The short and fat figure that was struggling to shuttle through the crowd was none other than Ichamoto Natsue's uncle, Ichamoto Ichiro's father, Kitaro Akimoto.

"Xiaolan! We're here! Uncle Maori waved his right hand at Banxia behind him, but his other left hand still didn't let go of the clamp on Banxia's hind legs. Unlike Xiaolan, he didn't dare to let go casually. If Banxia runs away and disappears, won't Xiaolan have to die of sadness?

"Meow (coming)"

Banxia said perfunctorily, and his brain began to review the previous case on the luxury cruise ship. After seeing Ichiro Hatamoto's figure, he began to wonder if Ichiro Hatamoto was behind the murder of his cowardly father with a hidden hand. What's more, there may be some characters from that mysterious organization behind it.

It's just that in this case, what they are seeking cannot be just trivial things, and that equally gentle Miss Xia Jiang may be in danger.

Just when Banxia made a bold guess, Ah Chun excused himself to find someone and left this good position that he had finally grabbed. Only Uncle Maori, as well as Ran and Conan, silently watched the fireworks explode in mid-air. Until the end of the fireworks display, the three of them still didn't see anyone who came to meet, and even Ah Chun never returned.

"Hey, hey, I said, where did you all run away?" As soon as Uncle Maori opened the door of the restaurant, he began to shout with some unhappiness.

"No way, there are too many people, and we are separated." Noriko's husband put his arm around Uncle Maori's shoulders and held a sake jug in his hand, intending to get Uncle Maori drunk.

"Huh? Hasn't Aunt Yumi woken up yet? Xiaolan looked at the empty seat next to Conan, a little worried.

"Harm, don't worry about her, she must blame us for not waking her up to watch the fireworks display." Uncle Maori took a sip of the sake from his glass, revealing an unhappy expression.

"Otherwise, let's go and wake her up." Kazushi touched the back of his head and grinned.

Banxia sniffed the smell in the air and sighed. It seems that Aunt Yumi is afraid that she is already more than lucky.

Looking at the people who stood up and planned to rush forward to wake up Yumi, Banxia hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to follow them first to see what Kazushi's plan was.