In Conan, the shrine is inherited

He was confused, okay?

Ye Qiuxin was still staring at him.

He was sweating so much, but luckily a phone call came at this time, which slightly eased the awkward atmosphere.

Kudo Shinichi took out his phone thankfully, and when he looked closely, it was Mao Li Ran calling. He quickly answered, "Hello, Xiaolan, what's the matter? Did you win the championship? Congratulations. Hmm? Promise? Of course I didn't forget, of course I didn't forget. I will definitely pick you up to the amusement park on time tomorrow..."

"Don't worry, um, there will be absolutely no problem with Dorobiga Paradise." Kudo Shinichi hung up the phone.

Ye Qiuxin's eyes lit up. Was this the amusement park he was thinking of?

This should be correct. After the villa murder case, there was the roller coaster murder case. Then Kudo Shinichi was knocked unconscious by Gin, fed drug A, and turned into Edogawa Conan.

Doesn't that mean that his plan can finally be implemented! ?

"Kudo-san, are you going to the amusement park with Mori-san tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes, to celebrate her winning the karate championship." Kudo Shinichi put the phone back in his pocket, "Tomorrow is also a holiday."

"Is that so?" Ye Qiu sincerely wished, "Then I wish you two have fun and leave behind many good memories."

Tsk, Xiaolan is also a poor person.

"Oh, oh..." Kudo Shinichi scratched his head. Isn't it just going to the amusement park? Why is it so serious?

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." After saying that, Ye Qiuxin wanted to turn around and leave, go home to refine Mr. Yamazaki's soul, and the villa murder case came to an end. Although the exorcism was a bit bad this time and he almost got blamed, at least he got the 500,000 yuan for the exorcism.

But compared to the debts I'm in, it's a drop in the bucket.

Tsk, he was already looking forward to Dorobiga Paradise...

"Ahem, um, Brother Ye, wait a moment." Inspector Megure stopped him, "As a member of the police, I have an obligation to give you a suggestion. We all know the inner qualities of an exorcist, so try not to do this job. You have strong reasoning skills, so being a detective is a good choice for you."

Inspector Megure is worried about Ye Qiuxin.

You are a good young man, there are so many things to do, but you have to be a liar. What will you do if you go to jail in the future?

Ye Qiuxin stopped, turned sideways and looked at the two of them, revealing an unfathomable smile, "Inspector Megure, thank you for your kindness. But ghosts are real, otherwise I wouldn't be so sure that the strange noises in the room and the murders were man-made.

"Also, don't you think the timing of Mr. Seba's accident was perfect?"

"This..." Inspector Megure and Kudo Shinichi didn't know what to say.

They finally understood that Ye Qiuxin was still fooling around at this time. He definitely planned to continue working as an exorcist and would not turn back until he hit a wall.

Inspector Megure still wanted to say something to persuade him, but Ye Qiuxin had already walked away.

"What? A guy who's playing tricks on others." Kudo Shinichi muttered.

Inspector Megure's police phone also rang. He answered the call and heard unexpected news. "What? Seba Sontoku's thighs were all broken and he has to use a wheelchair from now on? His arm was also broken and he had a concussion? A group of dogs blocked the road, so he had a car accident in front of the hospital? What the hell are you doing! Report it clearly!"

It took several minutes to complete the report.

Kudo Shinichi blinked his eyes. Why didn't he understand what Inspector Megure had just talked about?

Inspector Megure wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked doubtfully, "Brother Kudo, do you think that Mr. Ye's identity as an exorcist is really inherited from someone else... What happened to Mr. Seba..."

He had heard all the news about Seba Sontoku, it was so tragic!

Maybe he can't even sit in a wheelchair and can only lie paralyzed in bed.

"Inspector Megure, you think too much." Kudo Shinichi curled his lips and said confidently, "In my opinion, Mr. Ye is a detective with strong reasoning ability. Apart from saying that he practiced the family exorcism skills in front of us, he did not summon the soul of the deceased to explain who the murderer is. The process of solving the case is just like a detective, honestly inspecting the scene and telling the murderer's method of committing the crime.

"As for what happened to Mr. Seba, that's even simpler. One of his legs was wrapped in plaster, making it difficult for him to move, and the scene was in chaos. It was just a coincidence that that happened. It's normal to have a thigh bone fracture. The bones of the elderly are fragile."

"It seems, it seems to make sense." Inspector Megure's mood gradually calmed down.

"So, things like exorcists and ghosts are impossible to exist." Kudo Shinichi shrugged. He was quite disdainful of Ye Qiuxin's job. He didn't want to be a detective, which is such a cool profession, but insisted on being a fraud.

What's good about this job? There's no future.

Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with Kudo Shinichi. In the future, his title of Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era will continue to be passed down, and he will always be active in the field of detective work.

As for Ye Qiuxin, we can only hope that he wakes up soon.

Now, let’s think about what to do at the amusement park tomorrow.

……

The next afternoon, a black Porsche 365A was speeding on the road.

Gin was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a thick black windbreaker. The warm sunlight pierced his cold eyes like a venomous snake. He frowned slightly and casually lowered the sun visor. A shadow suddenly appeared on his face.

He took out another box of cigarettes from his pocket, opened the lid of the box, put the box to his mouth, took out a cigarette, and lit it on the car's cigarette lighter.

White smoke gradually filled the car. Gin rolled down the window, leaving a tiny gap. The harsh wind blew away the smoke and also lit up the spark of the tobacco. The cigarette would soon burn out.

"How long will it take to get to the playground?" he asked.

"Almost there, about twenty-five minutes." Vodka answered honestly in the driver's seat.

A few days ago, they learned from a low-level member of a winery that the president of a large company was secretly engaged in gun smuggling, and successfully obtained video footage of the smuggling in the Black Widow Bar near Mihua Port.

However, the bottom member drank alcohol before leaving.

In order to prevent him from driving under the influence, the kind-hearted Gin and Vodka planted a bomb in his car, blowing up both him and the car.

It really spread the positive energy of the winery!

Now, they are going to Doroga Amusement Park to make a deal with the president of the big company, or rather... blackmail him.

"But, big brother, why did the president go to the amusement park to do business with us?" Vodka asked innocently, "We clearly provided several safe abandoned warehouses, but he chose such a conspicuous location. Bourbon said that the president has some connection with the Nican Society. Could it be... there is some conspiracy?"

"He probably thought," Gin exhaled a puff of white smoke and said nonchalantly, "that if we trade in that place, we won't cause a riot, and it will be easier to hide if we arrange for people to be on guard. But it's all in vain. We have the video footage of him smuggling guns, so it won't cause any trouble.

"But Bourbon? Hmm, he's as sharp as ever."

Vodka secretly tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

The next moment, Gin's cell phone rang with a message alert. He took out his phone and took in the contents.

Then he put the phone back without saying a word, and with his other hand rolled down the window completely. The strong wind rushed into the car, whistling in his ears, and his long silver hair flowed like water under the moon.

He threw the unburned cigarette out of the window, and the sparking cigarette was immediately crushed by the wheels following closely behind, and fine ashes scattered.

"Vodka, speed up." Gin rolled up the car window, "Chianti and Cohen are already in place."

"Yes, big brother!" As a professional driver, Vodka immediately pressed the clutch, changed the gears, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. A strong push-back feeling emerged from the backrest. The black Porsche 365A shot out like a black arrow, and swiftly surpassed all the vehicles in front with a strange arc, just like a black fish swimming freely in the water.

The overtaken vehicles honked their horns in panic, but the sounds were quickly forgotten.

It is really hard to imagine that such an old antique car can burst out with such a rapid speed.

Soon, Gin and Vodka arrived at the entrance of Doroga Amusement Park. They got out of the car, closed the door, slowly raised their heads under the brims of their black hats, stared at the rotating Ferris wheel with cold and ruthless eyes, and laughed disdainfully.

Chapter 7: Little Blackie, Let Me Catch You

Doroga Amusement Park.

Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan were walking towards the roller coaster area. They had been playing since the amusement park opened. They first went to the castle's observation tower to overlook the entire amusement park, and then went to the center of the fountain square until a thin circular water curtain was sprayed all around.

After lunch, we went for a ride on the Ferris wheel. It lasted for nearly six hours and my money was almost all gone.

"Speaking of which, Sherlock Holmes..." As a die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan, Kudo Shinichi also "pollutes" the knowledge of Sherlock Holmes in an occasion called apology, which is actually a date.

Although Mao Lilan was very angry, she was still willing to listen patiently, occasionally asking questions, and smiling politely even if she didn't understand.

There is nothing else but love.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

Kudo Shinichi's eyes went dark and he took two steps back. Something hit him in the face and he swallowed his admiration for Sherlock Holmes.

Just when he thought that Mao Lilan could no longer bear it and swung her arm to blind him, the feeling of his face being covered finally became real. He also heard the sound of paper fluttering and Mao Lilan's anxious greeting: "Shinichi, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Kudo Shinichi stood firm, tore off the newspaper that hit his face, flipped through it roughly, and wiped his face vigorously. "It's just a piece of newspaper. Fortunately, there is no dirt on it. I guess some tourist didn't hold it firmly and it flew over."

Mao Lilan had already taken out a pack of wet wipes from her pocket, "Let me help you wipe it."

"Yeah." Kudo Shinichi accepted Xiaolan's face wiping service, and at the same time his detective instinct came into play. He had to infer everything he saw. He looked at the newspaper in his hand with squinted eyes and saw that the date was newly printed today, so the content must be from yesterday.

He turned to the third page and saw a piece of news that surprised him a little. He said "hmm" in confusion.

"What's wrong, Shinichi?" Ran Mouri withdrew her hand.

"This news." Kudo Shinichi pointed to a report on the third page, which was about the murder case at the Seba Sontoku Villa yesterday. "I was also involved in this case yesterday."

Mao Lilan leaned over to take a look, "Really? But why isn't your name there?"

"Because I didn't solve this case." Kudo Shinichi's mouth twitched when he mentioned this, "You still remember Ye Qiuxin, he didn't come to school for several days, and he turned into an exorcist these days.

"He happened to be exorcising the murderer's house and solved the case before me."

Every time he thought of this, he felt it was a bit unreal, or rather, he was a bit unwilling to admit that as a detective who had solved many murders, he was actually surpassed by a ghost-like exorcist in terms of reasoning.

Damn it... He even wants to vomit blood.

"The news report said that the police solved the case on their own initiative. Ye Qiuxin must have made a special request." Kudo Shinichi was also wondering in his heart, wouldn't it be great to be in the newspaper and gain fame?

Every time he solved a case, at worst he would appear on the second page. He didn't understand why Ye Qiuxin wanted to hide himself.

But on second thought, if Ye Qiuxin appeared in the newspaper as an exorcist...

Haha, that’s nonsense.

The two of them took another step forward.

"Exorcist?" Mao Lilan recalled, "I remember that Ye's family has a shrine, and his parents also have similar jobs. It's normal for him to inherit his parents' business. I always thought you would become a mystery novelist like Uncle Yusaku."

At this point, her tone was slightly resentful, "I ended up being a detective who ran around everywhere and disappeared if you weren't paying attention."

"Well..." Kudo Shinichi blurted out as if it was a matter of course without giving it too much thought, "Being a detective is my dream. Don't you think detectives like Sherlock Holmes are cool?"

"Forget it." Seeing that the topic was about to turn to Sherlock Holmes again, Mao Lilan quickly changed the subject back. At least she could communicate a little about the lives of her classmates. "But is Mr. Ye's reasoning so good?"

"Tsk, what's so great about that?" Upon hearing this, Kudo Shinichi immediately took a stance and began to refute, "I heard from him that he went to the Seba family to help exorcise the ghosts in the morning, and he found something wrong at that time, and he probably finished the on-site investigation at that time.

"If I had arrived at the scene at the same time as him, I would have solved the case earlier than him..."

The two of them walked into the roller coaster ticket area, not noticing that a man nearby turned around, lowered his sunglasses slightly, stared at their backs, and snorted, "Little black man, I caught you, you are still blackmailing me at this time."

Ye Qiuxin gritted her teeth and said, "You really kept me waiting."

He wore a cowboy hat with a long brim, sunglasses that covered half of his face, and a small white folding fan spread out to cover the lower half of his face, replacing a mask.

The equipment is simple, but very useful.