Conan Rick's Investigator

"But don't worry, I haven't told anyone about this yet."

"You don't want this to spread throughout the organization, do you? So I suggest you..."

Before Amuro Toru could finish, Vermouth on the other side had already walked out of the bathtub with a wet body, wrapped in a bath towel, and said viciously: "Don't think I don't know where you are hiding. Are you that famous detective?"

Bellmore's words surprised Amuro Toru.

I didn't expect that this woman was in control of my schedule. When was I exposed?

However, Amuro Toru suddenly had an idea and pretended to be calm, saying, "It doesn't matter if you know where I am. I have already made all the arrangements. As soon as I die, your secret will be leaked to the organization."

Vermouth became even angrier.

"Are you threatening me?"

Amuro Toru smiled darkly, "Not really... I prefer to call it 'cooperation'."

Vermouth thought for a moment, then calmed down the anger in her heart and said coldly, "I'll find out."

After saying that, Belmod hung up the phone.

Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief and put the phone in his pocket.

In fact, if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to reveal his cards and arouse Vermouth's hatred.

Experience taught him that it was not good to anger a woman under any circumstances.

The more beautiful the woman, the more so.

But now the bomb incident concerns the lives of hundreds of people in the venue, so they have no choice but to take the risk.

"call--"

Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief again, controlled his expression, and returned to the venue.

……

In the banquet hall, Qin Zhibo and Maori Kogoro raised their hands at the same time within 30 seconds and were invited to the stage together.

"It's Senior Maori and Mr. Qin..."

"You two are both famous detectives. You really deserve to win the prize!"

In everyone's subconscious, famous detectives must have a better ability to manage time than ordinary people, so it is normal for these two people to guess 30 seconds.

Even Conan, who thought Ayumi or Ran Mouri might win, thought that it was not bad that these two people guessed right.

But the actual situation is that Qin Zhibo relied on the system to "cheat".

Kogoro Mouri was counting numbers when he was disturbed by the child being brought by a young mother nearby. He raised the flag in frustration.

Unexpectedly, I hit the jackpot and won the bid.

But in this way, only two people guessed correctly, and there is only one Ford Mustang sports car.

"Next, the two of you need to play rock-paper-scissors to decide who owns this sports car..."

"It's truly a great honor to be able to witness the 'showdown' between two famous detectives here!"

Under the influence of Mio Tokiwa's emotions, the audience in the audience immediately became interested.

Conan had predicted this point long ago, and his eyes were filled with even more interest.

Although rock-paper-scissors seems to be a one-third luck game, it is actually also a game of psychological warfare.

For example, a man's first punch is likely to be a stone, he can secretly change his hand shape during the punch, and he can punch several times to judge the opponent's punching pattern, etc.

This kind of micro-manipulation can perfectly demonstrate the strength of the famous detective.

However, because of this, Conan is not optimistic that Maori Kogoro can win, because the ranks of Maori and Qin Zhibo are really too far apart.

However, since it is a competition of this nature, it is better to put friendship first.

Come on, uncles!

……

At the same time, two famous uncle-level detectives have already taken their positions on the stage, ready to play rock-paper-scissors.

Kogoro Mouri swung his right arm exaggeratedly, looking like he was going to beat his opponent to death and take the award directly.

He was eager to end his car rental career.

Qin Zhibo also narrowed his eyes, eager to expand his small living space and end his cramped living conditions.

Two men in their thirties are both struggling for life.

Even so, Qin Zhibo also knew that this game of rock-paper-scissors was not in his favor.

His own luck was 35, and Kogoro Mouri remembered it was 60.

In this respect, he has the advantage.

and so……

"Please wait a moment. Can we change the rules of rock-paper-scissors?"

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, and the loser gets the car, okay?"

Faced with Qin Zhibo's proposal, Tokiwa Mio and Mori Kogoro were both a little puzzled.

The probability of winning or losing in rock-paper-scissors is one-third, so what difference does it make?

"If Mori-senpai thinks it's okay..."

Tokiwa Mio looked at Mori Kogoro, but Mori Kogoro had little patience. Since the probability of winning or losing was the same, he agreed without hesitation.

"it is good!"

The three people decided on the new rules on the stage and then started playing rock-paper-scissors.

"Three, two, one!"

As Tokiwa Mio gave the order, Qin Zhibo and Maori Kogoro simultaneously threw out their fists, which were stones.

cut……

Kogoro Mori gritted his teeth, feeling extremely regretful.

Why no scissors?

Next, the second round of rock-paper-scissors.

"Three, two, one!"

The two men attacked again, and this time their palms were still the same, both made of cloth.

Kogoro Mori gritted his teeth, feeling extremely regretful.

Why no scissors?

After two consecutive draws, Mio Tokiwa gave the order again.

"Three, two, one!"

This time, the two uncles finally had different shapes.

Kogoro Mori: Scissors.

Qin Zhibo: Cloth.

"Great! I win!"

"I won!"

Kogoro Mouri's deafening cheers made Tokiwa Mio, an outsider, feel a little embarrassed.

"Mori-senpai..."

"Congratulations to Mr. Maori for winning a mountain bike!"

Chapter 563 "Ascension"

"Congratulations to Senior Maori for receiving a cross-country mountain bike!"

"I win—eh?"

Kogoro Mouri's cheers suddenly stopped. He looked at Tokiwa Mio beside him, his brain buzzed, and then he reacted.

The rules have just been changed. The loser of the rock-paper-scissors game will win the grand prize.

Qin Zhibo then whispered, "There's another helmet..."

"Yes! Maori-senpai also has a helmet!"

As soon as Tokiwa Mio finished speaking, Kogoro Mori, who had been frozen in place, suddenly felt his body soften and he collapsed directly onto the stage.

"father!"

Ran Mouri quickly rushed onto the stage and supported Kogoro Mouri's upper body, but Mouri seemed unable to accept the blow for a while. He had a dull look on his face and kept repeating himself.

"My sports car..."

"My sports car..." ×N

Conan, who wanted to be someone's son-in-law, had a smile on his face, as if he was gloating.

It seems that Uncle Maori's luck has run out...

But why did Qin Zhibo change the rules in advance? Is there any explanation behind this?

Is it to make Uncle Maori let down his guard?

Conan was trying to guess Qin Zhibo's intention, but Qin Zhibo had already been invited to the center of the stage to give his acceptance speech.

Thinking that Kogoro Mouri looked a bit pitiful, Qin Zhibo stopped provoking him and went down after saying a few simple words.

As soon as he came off the stage, Toru Amuro found Qin Zhibo.

"Teacher, the person who installed the bomb should be nearby, watching this place. It's better for us not to act rashly..."

Qin Zhibo nodded, "I know."

Toru Amuro looked at Qin Zhibo, and a serious look flashed across his face.

"teacher……"

After thinking about it, Toru Amuro decided not to ask.

Toru Amuro knew that Qin Zhibo was going to join the Black Organization, but no further information was provided.

Did Qin Zhibo participate in Gin's action this time?

Did he discover those bombs by accident, or did he know about them a long time ago?

Also, why did he have to tell me about the bomb? There was Detective Maori here to discuss things...

Toru Amuro glanced in the direction of Kogoro Mouri and found that the famous detective's brain had crashed and he was slumped in a chair receiving care from Ran Mouri and Dr. Narimi.

Toru Amuro: "..."

The famous detective seems unreliable and I can only rely on myself to turn the tide.

"Teacher, I'll go find a way to gather all the bombs together."

After saying that, Toru Amuro turned and left again.

His identity as a waiter was quite convenient in the venue. He could crawl under the tablecloth under the pretext of checking the table and take away a bomb.

But with more than 30 tables, it will take some time to handle them.

……

At the same time, the banquet is about to enter the next stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce the works of our most important guest of honor tonight, our country's state-level Japanese painting master, Master Ruyue Fengshui."

The projection screen in front of the panoramic window slowly lowered, and beautiful paintings of Mount Fuji were played in the form of slides.

"Kiragi-sama has a particular fondness for Mount Fuji and has spent over 30 years depicting its majestic beauty."

"Today, to celebrate the opening of his student, Ms. Tokiwa Mio's twin-tower skyscraper, we're giving away one of his new paintings... 'Fuji in Spring Snow'!"

As the host finished speaking, the curtain behind him slowly opened and the lights focused on the stage background.