Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 170 Is it Rum? (Additional chapter for reward from Big Brother)

"Conan, did you find it?"

In the conference room, the two searched everywhere, not leaving out any corner.

"No. Oh, by the way, Sister Xiaotang, about that puzzle."

Conan, who is absorbed by the puzzle, cannot do two things at once.

Unlike the Qinghai Begonia, which was searching, playing games and eating lollipops, looking very leisurely.

"I came to you because I want you to help me find Jiujiu."

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head helplessly, then took out a notebook from his pocket, which contained a map of Tokyo.

Being able to reach the shrine before 3 pm is like the first safe zone in PUBG before the poison is extinguished.

"Nerve gas can exert its greatest effect on high ground or high altitude. So our target can be a shrine on higher ground."

While Conan was still analyzing, Qinghai Chuantang gave the answer.

"Nezu Shrine."

"Huh?" Conan was stunned and blinked: "Why?"

"Conan Kid"

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, tapped his head and said, "Why don't you think about it carefully? Or were you only thinking about rum at that time? Why don't you seem to be so obsessed with gin?"

After hearing this, Conan said: How could I forget the culprit who knocked me out with a stick and made my body shrink?

Qinghai Chuantang also said: It’s a pity that Gin doesn’t remember you at all.

It sounds like a really sad story.

“What is emergency shelter?”

When Muroyu Rumi in the exhibition hall heard the news, she looked puzzled.

"According to the headquarters' intelligence, there is a terrorist bombing going on in the vicinity. To prevent any accidents, please leave here and evacuate immediately."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot stretched out his hands and pointed forward, where there was a piece of raw stone; then he pointed behind him and spoke in incomprehensible words throughout. Even Conan seemed very helpless.

"The envoy said that other customers attending the exhibition should be given priority in seeking shelter."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, "Don't worry, leave it to us."

Lanslo repeated his previous actions, and Muro Rumi responded in the same language, then translated: "Don't worry about me, please take the other guests to the exit as soon as possible."

While speaking, he also made the same gestures as the other person.

"I am moved by your selfless spirit. But this is a bit difficult for me, Special Envoy. Please come this way."

He forcibly brought Lancelot to the exit downstairs. At this time, Kirishima Mai was evacuating the crowd and everything was in order.

"Kirishima, I'll leave the special envoy to you. Let's go check if there are any people who missed out."

"Do not worry!"

Kirishima Mai nodded, then gestured to Lancelot to follow her.

At the same time, Takagi and Yakusho finally drove to Nezu Shrine.

After climbing up the stone stairs, I saw a gas device similar to the one I had seen before on the offering platform of the shrine.

The prisoner called again.

"This is the last time. Arrange the anime models of Sakura Kinomoto in six rows, five in a row. Once you have it arranged, take a picture with your phone and send it to me. We still have ten minutes."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone. No matter how Takagi called, all he got in response was a busy tone.

In the art museum, Qinghai Chuantang and Conan searched and confirmed that no one was left behind.

“The time is very close.”

As she was talking, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly stopped, because she faintly heard the sound of birds singing.

Following the sound, I saw a blue monk parrot perched on the tree used for decoration.

Because of its small size and the fact that its head is slightly tilted, it looks adorable.

"Time is money——"

Jiujiu imitated the prisoner's tone and verbosity to an extent that it was about 80% similar.

When Jiujiu repeated it again, Conan could confirm that it was not just hallucination.

"Sister Xiaotang, you said this is Rum's catchphrase, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded.

"Jiujiu is the special envoy's pet, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded again.

"That means the criminal is in this art gallery!"

Just as Conan finished speaking, a silenced pistol was pressed against Qinghai Chuantang's temple.

"What a shame! I should have just gone to evacuate."

The person who came was none other than Muro Rumi.

In addition, there are assistant Osato, cleaning staff, and guards in the security room.

Inside Nezu Shrine, the two were still solving the previous puzzle.

If five are arranged in six rows, thirty are needed; but the model only has twenty-four, which is six short.

"Have it!"

Takagi and Yakusho shouted this sentence almost at the same time.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and said their guessed answers in unison.

Unexpectedly, it actually matched.

Arranging the twenty-four models into a hexagon just meets the condition of five in a row.

"Takagi-senpai, that's awesome!"

At this moment, there seemed to be stars twinkling in Ye Jiusheng's eyes, making Gao Mu feel light and fluttery.

So this is what it feels like to be admired?

"Takagi, we know the criminal's purpose."

The voice of Section Chief Kyōda was heard through the headset: "The criminal's real target is the art museum! You are just a cover!"

"A cover?"

The smile on Takagi's face froze instantly, then slowly faded into disbelief.

It felt like a bolt from the blue.

Perhaps, this is the same sadness that Yuan Hua felt when he sang "Yi Jian Mei".

"It turned out that you stole the nerve gas."

Inside the gallery's exhibition hall, three guns were pointed at them at the same time.

Next to Muromi's feet was a small silver suitcase.

"What are you talking about?" Muro Rumi deliberately acted confused.

"Don't play dumb. If the police knew the nerve gas was around, they would have issued an asylum request."

This was their original purpose.

The clues had been given out long ago and she was just taking advantage of the situation.

"How can I ignore the raw ore and run away by myself?" This was what Lancelot really wanted to express at that time.

When being forcibly taken away by Qinghai Chuantang, Lanslo said: "The translator can only say 'awesome' and 'thank you'!"

Presumably, there must be millions of alpacas galloping through his heart.

This story tells us the importance of learning a language when you have nothing to do and remembering to buy a portable translator when you have money.

In addition, when Qinghai Chuantang came to the security room to look for Jiujiu, he did not say that the escaped bird was a parrot.

Connected with the previous signs and some intriguing points.

With some simple reasoning, we can get the answer.

Even more, there is no need for reasoning, just a little intuition.

"You're much better than I thought." Muroyu Rumi approached her step by step: "But you should have shown up earlier."

"We have contacted the Metropolitan Police Department, they will be here soon." Conan's glasses reflected the tactics, "If you surrender now, there is still time."

Conan slowly raised his head and looked at Muromi Rumi.

"Tell us everything about the organization behind you, and we'll get leniency. Also, what is your purpose this time?"

After hearing these words, Muroyu Rumi was stunned.

I couldn't help but ask: "Little boy, do you have a chuunibyou?"

Conan chose to remain silent.

"never mind."

Muroi Rumi smiled and took out a gas reagent from somewhere.

It turns out that it has always been with her.

"The chat time is over. These two are too much of an eyesore, let's get rid of them."

"Yes."

The two men behind them approached them step by step with guns, getting closer and closer.
In the end, Qinghai Chuantang and Conan were tied up with ropes and thrown into the basement to fend for themselves.

Because they were in a basement, no one would come to rescue them even if they screamed their throats out.

"Broken throat! Broken throat—"

Conan yelled a few times in cooperation, then said with a big smile on his face: "Sister Xiaotang, shouldn't you untie the rope now? I know, with your cunning... no, smartness! You can definitely do it."

Before he could finish his words, Qinghai Chuantang cut the rope with a blade and rubbed his wrist.

After a few seconds, Conan couldn't help but ask, "Sister Xiaotang, did you accidentally forget something?"

"Have it?"

Qinghai Chuantang pretended to be surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I did it on purpose."

As she said that, she walked over and cut the rope neatly with a blade.

After receiving the news, the Metropolitan Police Department immediately dispatched personnel and contacted Takagi and Yakusho who were nearby.

When Takagi arrived, before he had time to catch his breath, he received another anonymous call.

"Finally I can talk to you with my real voice."

Muroyu Rumi said expressionlessly, "You must prepare a vehicle for our escape within an hour. If you can't do that, we'll release nerve gas. This time, it's not a bluff."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Bluff is a term in Texas Hold'em, meaning "bluffing".

After receiving the order, the support team, which had been on standby, instantly got into action and rushed in immediately.

The three men were quickly subdued by police.

But the whereabouts of the translator is unknown.

Even the raw stones in the display cases have disappeared.

At this moment, no one expected that a man dressed in mobile team uniform, carrying a small silver box, got on the light armored explosion-proof vehicle and quietly drove it away.

After driving to an open area, the vehicle finally stopped. It was already dark at this time, and the city was flashing neon lights.

The car thief finally took off his helmet and revealed his true face.

She came to where the small box was placed, took out the raw stone inside, looked at it and laughed out loud, feeling very proud.

"Was the operation successful?"

"Yes, it worked." Muro Rumi had her back to her, not realizing anything was wrong, and she laughed, "What a bunch of stupid people."

After saying this, Muro Rumi was stunned for a moment before she finally reacted.

Qing Hai Chuantang and Conan lifted the blankets from themselves and stared at her at the same time.

"It seems that you have abandoned your companions."

“It’s all part of the plan.”

After saying this, Muroyu Rumi put the rough stone back to a distance, then showed the gas tube in her hand and said provocatively: "If you want to stop me, can you really do it?"

"Could it be some kind of smoke again?"

However, Muroi Rumi pointed the gas tube at her and said in a long tone, "time is money."

“This time it’s real!”

Muro Rumi smiled and said, "If you dare to hinder me, I will stop you and go to hell together. If you don't want to, let me go."

"Do you think I really do what you want? Look at my Nine Heavens Thunder Kicks—"

Hearing this long and domineering name, Conan thought she was going to use some special move, but unexpectedly, she suddenly bumped into the door.

Even Muroyu Rumi was surprised by this development.

This move is the sixth strategy of the Thirty-Six Strategies: Making a Feint to the East and Attacking in the West!
Qinghai Chuantang took this opportunity to start fighting with the other party for the gas pipe, just like the childish fights between children when they were young.

However, during the scramble, Muro Rumi accidentally slipped and the gas tube was about to fall to the ground.

At this critical moment, Conan fell to the ground and finally failed to catch the gas pipe.

"Hold your breath!"

After shouting, Conan quickly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The gas spread out in all directions.

The three of them were enveloped in the white smoke.

Because the windows in the car were closed, they were like birds in a cage.

the next day--

Not long after the Polo Café opened, a customer walked in, but his condition was a little strange.

Although Conan was smiling most of the time.

But there are very few times like this, when one laughs so hard that one forgets everything else and even makes others feel a little silly.

"An, Amuro-nii," Conan said with a breathless laugh, "Did you see anything strange flying in?"

"weird stuff?"

Amuro Toru thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No. Could it be a UFO or something?"

He seemed to be in a good mood and started joking.

"Nah."

Conan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, but he still managed to hold it in and said, "It's Sister Xiaotang's bird that's missing."

"Eh? Are you talking about this parrot?"

A blue monk parrot stands on Azusa Enomoto's hand.

He rubbed his head against her hand as if he was acting coquettishly.

Not afraid of strangers at all, seems to be very familiar with everyone.

"Yes, that's right."

Conan said, he could no longer hold on and had the urge to lie on the ground.

Azusa Enomoto thought his condition was a little strange: "Conan, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no!"

Conan tried to hold back his laughter for a few seconds, but then he broke it and started laughing again.

This is the power of nerve gas.
It can really make people lose their strength.

Jiujiu flapped its wings a few times but showed no intention of flying away.

"Time is money!"

It said that again.

These words startled Toru Amuro at the counter, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Fortunately, he recovered in time and the two people around him did not notice it.

"You just said that this parrot belongs to Miss Tang?" Amuro Toru asked in a puzzled manner.

"It was given to her by a special envoy. The words just now were taught by a woman in a previous case, not by Sister Xiaotang!"

For fear that the other party might have misunderstood something, Conan made a detailed explanation.

Fortunately, his smile now is not as strong as before, otherwise he would burst his belly with laughter sooner or later.

"So this is ah"

Amuro Toru smiled, feeling relieved.

The stone that I had just picked up was finally put down.

I clearly said that I would trust you.
If it makes people laugh until they lose all their strength...it would be scary, right?

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(End of this chapter)