Conan: I can see keywords

"As for me, I like the Red-haired League the best!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, a young man continued.

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan raised his hand impatiently, "Me, me!"

“I like four signatures the most!”

Hearing Conan's voice, Lingchuan glanced over and saw the excitement on Conan's face. He suddenly grinned and said, "Me too~"

Chapter 115 Arrival

"That book is indeed a masterpiece recognized by the world!"

Lingchuan and Conan looked at each other and smiled.

But compared to Conan, there is something more in Lingchuan's smile.

This gathering of detective fans was really beyond Lingchuan's expectations.

In the previous main storyline, it was not only Murasakibara Jusan who was injured and unable to get out of bed. Mouri Ran was also shot and was bedridden.

However, compared to Megure Juzo, who no one would remember if he wasn't mentioned, the situation of Mouri Ran is really too eye-catching.

To be precise, it attracted Lingchuan's attention.

The person who should have been lying in the hospital bed was now sitting in the car and heading to the travel agency with them. How could such a strange thing not attract attention?

Lingchuan didn't feel angry about this.

Because he found that Mao Lilan's condition was very abnormal, just like the last time Conan's neck was injured.

This time, Mao Lilan, who followed them to the travel agency, was not only as pale as paper, but she also covered her abdomen from time to time.

And when someone talks to her, she always takes a beat longer to respond.

From Lingchuan's perspective, she was like a puppet without a soul!

Because she is in the main storyline this time, she must appear, regardless of whether Mao Lilan is injured or unable to get out of bed in the non-main storyline.

In the eyes of others, there is nothing wrong with Mao Lilan.

They get along well, only Lingchuan feels that something is wrong with Mao Lilan.

To be honest, Lingchuan quite likes this feeling of being excluded by the world.

Because he can see that his efforts are not in vain.

Thinking of this, Lingchuan glanced at Conan.

He didn't want to chase Conan, but the world was divided into "mainline" and "non-mainline". This distinction made him feel uneasy.

Wherever Conan is, everything will be on his side. This can be seen from Conan's weird luck.

If Lingchuan wants to take control of his own life, then Conan, the 'protagonist', will not be allowed to appear in his world!

"Not bad, kid."

Lingchuan, who was looking down in deep thought, was brought back to his senses by these words.

Zhan Tang You Ju was sitting by the window on the other side. When he heard others praising Conan, he asked casually, "You know a lot of words. You can actually read so many books by yourself."

"It's okay..."

Conan, feeling a little guilty, scratched his head and turned around to see Kogoro Mouri looking dejected.

"Why do I have to join this kind of tour, Xiaolan?"

He asked Mao Lilan in the front seat in a low voice.

Maori Kogoro seemed to be unable to see her pale face and her hands covering her abdomen. "Do I really have to stay with these guys for three days?"

Noticing the movement here, Lingchuan turned his head to look.

After hearing this, Meimo Lilan took two seconds to react before she responded in a 'normal' manner, whispering, "Because it was Conan who signed up for this tour on his own initiative."

"And unfortunately, you were chosen." Kogoro Mouri looked at Conan with questioning and puzzled eyes.

But he didn't really want to embarrass a child.

Muttering to himself, "What bad luck!", Maori Kogoro sat back down and was about to adjust to a comfortable position and close his eyes to rest for a while,

The young man in the back seat came up and asked, "Excuse me, which work do you prefer?"

"Ah, ah?" Maori Kogoro sat up nervously, "Are you talking about me? I, I prefer Murder on the Western Express..."

Kogoro Mori answered while scratching his head, not knowing what mistake he had made at all.

"Ah."

A sneer appeared at the right time.

Along with the sneers, the carriage suddenly became quiet.

"You should be talking about Murder on the Orient Express, right?" the middle-aged man who spoke first corrected speechlessly.

"And the real author of this novel is Agatha Christie," said the only woman in the carriage, "It's not the work of Conan Doyle, whom I admire."

"I didn't expect that there would be an outsider sneaking into this group..." The young man was even more impolite.

Kogoro Mouri felt extremely embarrassed when someone said this.

But he chose to look at the person who laughed first. He was stunned when he saw him. "I remember you are..."

"It's me, Yuju Shindou, nice to see you again, Mr. Maori."

The middle-aged man, the young man, and the woman were all stunned: "Mr. Maori?"

"You shouldn't be..."

"The sleeping Kogoro, a famous detective who has recently become famous." Yuju Sendou confirmed these people's speculations.

As he spoke, his eyes were looking at Lingchuan who was holding the child and seemed to be distracted.

"Oh~ If it's Mr. Maori Kogoro, then I can understand it, but if a detective even remembers the name of a mystery novel wrong..."

The middle-aged man's expression was flattering, but his words were full of sarcasm.

Kogoro Mori's originally smug expression immediately collapsed after hearing these words.

He didn't want to argue with others, so he could only confirm with Mao Lilan again.

"Xiao Lan, do I really have to stay with these guys for three days?"

"That's not all." The maid who had been driving seriously smiled, "Our boss is taking another group of people to the hotel right now."

Upon hearing the bad news, Kogoro Mori's face turned pale.

But it has come to this point, and it is too late to regret.

Soon, we arrived at the hotel located on the top of the mountain.

When Lingchuan got out of the car carrying Hiroki, Conan came over, glanced at Hiroki, and winked at Lingchuan.

"You go in first." Lingchuan patted Hongshu's head and said, "I'll be there soon."

"Ah."

After looking at Conan, Hiroki walked into the hotel obediently.

Only after Hiroki disappeared did Conan ask quietly, "Why did you bring him here?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. His father asked me to take care of him."

Conan raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "Could it be something like last time?"

Last time, Lingchuan "survived" the explosion in the coffee shop, but Conan didn't know the details. Now, after hearing what Lingchuan said, he subconsciously wondered if the father of this child was to save Lingchuan...

Although I don’t know what Conan is thinking, Lingchuan will not ruin his own show.

"Hmm," Lingchuan replied vaguely, nodded and shook his head, acting as if he had something to hide.

"Don't think too much. It's a rare opportunity for us to relax, so I'll bring him out to have some fun." Ling Chuan thought for a moment and said, "The last incident left a big psychological shadow on him."

"I understand." Conan nodded. "He looks only about ten years old. He has to go through all this at such a young age. He really needs more time with us."

With the body of an elementary school student, he speaks such mature words.

Conan's performance in front of Lingchuan was extremely disconnected.

He didn't know that at this moment, a pair of eyes were quietly watching him in the dark!

Lingchuan noticed the gaze, but after thinking for a moment, he pretended not to notice.

Only after they disappeared from sight did Lingchuan and Conan end their conversation and walk into the hotel together.

"Dear guests, welcome to the Maiche Luowu Hotel."

"I'm the owner of the inn, Hiroyuki Kanaya."

Lingchuan heard these two sentences as soon as he entered the door, looked up and was shocked!

Me, Megure Jusan?

No way?

Chapter 116 It's you, Lingchuan Yuhe

Kanaya Hiroyuki didn't notice Lingchuan's gaze at all.

He glanced at the people in the room, "Everyone gathered here today is a true Charlotte fan who has been strictly screened."

At this point, his eyes fell on Maori Kogoro, "And this one is worthy of being compared with Sherlock Holmes..."

A young man came over, "Is this Mr. Maori Kogoro?"

The man had his hands in his pockets and wore a pair of black-framed glasses.

Next to him stood a female companion wearing a purple top and a reddish-brown skirt. "I recognize him. I've seen him several times on TV and in newspapers."

The man suddenly laughed and said, "He is indeed smart, but he is not comparable to Charlotte."

These words resonated with many people present.

"That is to say, if we really compare him, he may not even be as good as Dr. Watson who is next to Sherlock Holmes." The woman next to the man spoke even more bluntly.