Detective Conan: The Ultimate Growth Space

If it weren't for the limited space at the Mihua Hotel and the restrictions imposed by the Paradise Hotel, there would probably have been even more visitors.

When Zhiyong found Xiaolan and the others in the crowd.

Zhiyong was speechless when he saw Kogoro Mouri standing there unsteadily.

Kogoro Mouri is still suffering from a hangover; it seems he really drank too much last night.

Kogoro Mouri was seen standing unsteadily, and walking was even more unsteady.

It was really difficult for him to attend the press conference today.

I just hope he doesn't embarrass himself on the spot later, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

"Uncle, is this really okay?" Zhiyong asked.

"No problem," Kogoro Mouri said with a weak smile.

"You said there was no problem, but you said you wanted to celebrate early last night, and you drank too much. You still haven't replied. Let's see what you're going to do at the press conference later," Xiaolan complained.

"I didn't drink that much, just a few drinks, gin, vodka, bourbon... It's just that I think it's because I mixed several kinds of alcohol that I'm like this," Kogoro Mouri said weakly.

“Gin and vodka,” Zhiyong repeated meaningfully.

"Brother Zhiyong, is there anything special about gin and vodka?" Conan asked curiously, sensing that Zhiyong's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Zhiyong glanced at Kogoro Mouri and Ran.

He then said softly, "Speaking of these two kinds of wine reminds me of something. Last time at the Tropical Paradise in Dorobi, I saw two men in black and overheard a few words of their conversation."

Conan excitedly grabbed Zhiyong's hand and asked, "What did they say?"

Zhiyong rolled his eyes at Conan.

This guy's IQ dropped to zero after encountering the Men in Black.

This time, Zhiyong wanted Conan to know the names of Gin and Vodka.

Zhiyong then added, "It's nothing much, just that tall guy who calls himself Gin, and that fat guy who calls himself Vodka, and Vodka calls Gin 'boss'."

"Isn't there anything else?" Conan asked, somewhat disappointed.

Zhi Yong rolled his eyes and said, "It's already good enough that I can hear a few words. They are all experts. If they found out that I was eavesdropping on their conversation, I would probably have been killed by them long ago."

"Gin and vodka," Conan muttered under his breath, clenching his fists.

“These two names sound like code names. People like that must be part of an organization. Maybe their organization even uses alcohol as a code name. This kind of organization is not something those small gangs can compare to,” Zhi Yong said, pretending to think.

Zhiyong was well aware of Conan's reaction.

Zhiyong had long wanted to tell Conan their names.

It's just to avoid being exposed. There's no opportunity to do it normally, and it's inconvenient when there are many people around.

This time, Kogoro Mouri happened to mention these two kinds of sake.

Zhiyong took the opportunity to tell Conan about it, so that Conan also learned about Gin's name.

Kogoro Mouri is queuing at the front desk to store his belongings.

Ran was behind him. Zhiyong and Conan had nothing to store, so they just waited on the side.

Conan remained lost in thought after hearing what Zhiyong said.

Just then, a young man came and lined up behind Ran, and saw Kogoro Mouri.

The young man said, "Mr. Mori, hello, I am Hideaki Nakajima from Manten Games."

"Hello."

Although Kogoro Mouri didn't recognize the other person, he still returned the greeting politely.

"Mr. Mori, I was the one who planned this 'Detective Kogoro Mori's Mystery Hall.' Thanks to you, we were able to complete this wonderful game," Hideaki Nakajima said happily.

Kogoro Mouri loves to hear praise, and he was about to speak.

"Nakajima, you're really something. If you really designed this game..."

Two more young men came up behind Hideaki Nakajima. One of them said to Hideaki Nakajima with great disdain.

"Ueda?" Hideaki Nakajima asked, somewhat surprised, upon seeing the newcomer.

"I accidentally leaked the idea of ​​using Detective Mori's achievements in detective work to create this detective game software, and just three days later, you submitted the same proposal. In the blink of an eye, you've already held a press conference," Ueda mocked.

Chiyuki understood what Ueda was saying.

Ueda’s seemingly joking remark inspired Hideaki Nakajima.

Hideaki Nakajima took credit for the project after he completed the proposal, which isn't really a matter of right or wrong.

Of course, if someone has good character, they might give up some of the credit.

Some people might argue that since he did all the planning, why should the credit be shared?

It's hard to say who's right and who's wrong in this kind of situation.

It can only be said that opportunity only favors the prepared. Others seized the opportunity, while he gave it up.

After all, Nakajima had already prepared a plan, and it was only then that Ueda belatedly realized that this was something that could really be done.

Ueda took a few more steps forward and said disdainfully, "You're a genius at plagiarism, both in your work and with women."

As he spoke, he turned back and said to another young man behind him, "Am I right, Takeshita?"

"Well... that was back in college, I've completely forgotten about it, Ueda, please don't bring it up again," Takeshita said somewhat awkwardly.

Just before Takeshita lowered his head, Zhiyong saw murderous intent in his eyes.

Something is bound to happen.

Kogoro Mouri and Conan are both here today.

Is something going to happen?

In the world of Detective Conan.

There are far too many people who kill or do extreme things for the sake of family, friends, or other reasons.

Although I had read the Conan series in my previous life, I only remembered a portion of the plot.

After the spatial enhancement, Zhiyong's memory was also strengthened.

However, Conan didn't seem to remember anything in the storyline.

"Alright, I'll let you off this time. Anyway, you owe a lot of money to underground banks and have been driven to the brink of ruin by them," Ueda said contemptuously.

Hideaki Nakajima's face twitched slightly upon hearing this, but he remained silent.

"Thank you, here is the number tag for your stored items." The receptionist handed a number tag to Kogoro Mouri.

"Number ninety-six, looks like I'm going to have good luck today," Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself as he looked at the number plate.

Takeshita glanced at his watch and said, "Oh dear, it's so late."

Ueda glanced at his watch and said, "That's right, we need to get into the venue quickly and get ready."

The two hurried to the front desk and stood in front of Xiaolan.

They placed the suitcase on the front desk and said, "Please store our suitcase first, we're going to be late."

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Chapter 96 Xiaolan's Gaming Talent

Seeing their behavior, Hideaki Nakajima said, "How can you cut in line? That's not right."

"You'd better hurry up too," Takeshita reminded him.

“Yes, if you’re late, the boss will yell at you,” Ueda also reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Hideaki Nakajima hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Ran, saying to the receptionist, "Make sure the three of our suitcases aren't mixed up."

"Are all your suitcases the same?" Kind-hearted Xiaolan didn't pay any attention to their team.

Zhiyong was a little annoyed with the three-person team.

He originally intended to go up and teach the three of them a lesson.

But seeing that Xiaolan didn't seem to care, and since she was indeed going to be late, he let it go.

"Yes, not only the suitcases, but even the tie clips and watches are exactly the same. This is our president's idea; he wants people to have a deep impression of our company," Takeshita said with a hint of helplessness.

"These suitcases are so big and heavy, they're practically useless, but there's nothing I can do about it, it's a company requirement, so I brought them with me today. But most employees don't carry them with them; they leave them here," Hideaki Nakajima explained to Ran.

"The only person who would carry a suitcase like this around is probably our company president," Ueda said with a hint of mockery.

A soft cough came from behind them, and a middle-aged man said, "Is it not allowed?"

The three turned around and were shocked to see the newcomer. They exclaimed, "Club...club president!"

"You three, hurry up and do what you're supposed to do," the president said sternly.

"Yes...yes." The three of them took the number plates handed to them by the receptionist and hurriedly ran away in a disheveled state.

"Here's your number." The receptionist took Xiaolan's purse and gave her a number.

"Thank you."

Ran looked at the number and said happily, "How lucky I am, Conan! Look, I got number 100. Something good should happen today!"

Xiaolan's luck is truly extraordinary.

With Conan's death-bringing attributes, it would be a blessing if nothing unexpected happened; how could one expect anything better?

Of course, such an accident is possible.

For Kogoro Mouri, this is a good thing.

He's a detective; only when something happens can he truly shine and make his name even more famous.

For the organizers, perhaps something going wrong will actually make this event even more famous.

Conan was thinking about what Zhiyong had told him about Gin and vodka. After listening to Ran's words, he chuckled absentmindedly a few times.

Zhiyong also likes Xiaolan's innocent and naive personality, but for now, he can only keep it to himself.

Zhiyong had a bad feeling, and he could only mourn for the organizers.