Out of a little worry, Deo took the initiative to act as a guide for her when he learned that Karasumaying was still looking for a hotel nearby.
"Is Miss Karasuma Japanese?" Deo asked enthusiastically as the two walked on the street.
"American Emperor, I just live in Japan these days." Karasuma Ying replied politely.
"I see, is Miss Karasuma coming to Paris for tourism?"
"No, it's just that the flight needs to transit here."
"Oh~ That's good, that's good..."
"Huh?" Karasumaying looked at him who said this in confusion.
"Because there are actually no good attractions in Paris now. To us locals, those are just the things that great writers have touted."
Deao explained matter-of-factly: "Not only that, this place is not as romantic as written in literary works. To be honest, it is actually quite dirty and the security is not very good.
In the past, many Japanese people came here to travel, but they were all disappointed. I heard that they ended up suffering from some kind of weird mental illness. I really can’t understand them..."
As he spoke, Deo stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked a drunkard who was urinating on the roadside.
"Go home and pee, you drunkard!"
After kicking the man over, Deo walked back to Karasuma Ying and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for making you laugh. I'm really embarrassed that my motherland looks like this."
"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Karasuma Ying shook her head gently.
She really didn't care, after all, it was a country that had nothing to do with her.
As for the so-called disillusionment with the romantic city... Karasuma Ying said that as long as there is no illusion, there is no disillusionment. She has seen something more magical than this in the United States.
Compared with some states in the United States, Paris is pretty good.
The two chatted, and under the leadership of Deo, they came to a remote alley in the city, which was a nighttime food alley.
After hearing Karasuma Ying's answer, Deo laughed, "Haha, this tone is really in line with the world's impression of American imperialists..."
"Sorry." Understanding the meaning of Deao's words, Karasumaying immediately replied.
The American imperialists are always arrogant. Except for their own country, they rarely look directly at the countries of other people in the world. They always treat other countries and people with arrogance and condescension.
But this is not the case for Karasuma Ying. Although she grew up in the United States, she received a very special education. She is not arrogant, but she really doesn't care.
"It's okay, it's okay. I don't mean to blame you, Ms. Karasuma."
As Deo said this, he reached out and took out the portable wine bottle from his windbreaker pocket, opened the bottle and took a sip.
This was the kind of flat, easy-to-carry hip flask that often appeared on TV. This was the first time Karasumaying had seen it in real life.
The wine bottle is completely black, and on the side facing Karasumaying, there is a small label manually pasted on it.
Hennessy.
It seems that this should also be the name of a wine.
"What's wrong?" Putting down the flask, Deo looked at his own flask, then at Karasuma Ying, and asked curiously: "Does Miss Karasuma want to drink too?"
"No, I never drink." Shaking her head slightly, Karasuma Ying withdrew her gaze.
Just now, when she saw the wine bottle in Deo's hand, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
【Hennessy...】
"That's really a pity."
Smiling, Deo said: "I was also thinking about recommending wine to Miss Karasuma. To put it bluntly, our French wine is definitely top-notch - at least much better than the British.
The best of these are the wines from the Cognac region, and my personal favorite is Hennessy. "
As he said that, Deo also shook the wine bottle in his hand, "If you have the chance, Miss Karasuma can take some back to your friends, but it's best not to drink it so rudely like me. After all, the wine has to be tasted slowly... …”
"Well, I'll consider it."
While the two were talking, they came to a remote alley in the city. The alley had a historical atmosphere, with uneven stone brick roads, sewage flowing on the street, and compact sign shops on both sides of the alley. All of this seemed to make people... Back to eighteenth-century France.
"Ah, here we are, this is a small street. It gets lively as soon as it gets dark. I will come here to have some late-night snacks after every patrol in the evening. Miss Karasuma, you don't have any taboos, right?"
“I don’t really like Western food, especially British recipes.”
"It seems like we have a lot in common on this."
"..."
Japan, Maori Detective Agency.
"Oh! Brother Megure? Why are you free to come here today?"
In the office, Mouri Kogoro opened the door and looked at the Megure 13th Police Department who was traveling in casual clothes, and warmly welcomed him in.
"Conan, go and pour some tea for Officer Megure."
"Yes~"
"Ah, you don't have to be so polite, just give me some water. I'm here today mainly to talk to my Maori brother You about Onymar who was arrested at El Pharmaceutical yesterday..."
Walking to the sofa and sitting down, Police Department Memu said while looking at the empty office and asked curiously:
"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask yesterday. Brother Maori, is your assistant, Sister Karasuma, not here these two days?"
"Sister Xiaoying, she has something to go abroad for the past two days." Conan ran out of the kitchen with a glass of water and said.
"That's it..."
Taking the water handed over by Conan, Officer Megure raised his head and took a sip. Then he looked at Kogoro Mori who was sitting opposite and said:
"Let's get down to business. The woman playing the role of Onymar who was caught yesterday by you Maori brothers, her name is Freya. She seems to be from a small country in southern Europe called the Kingdom of Andrew..."
"Kingdom of Andrew?" Suddenly, Conan felt that the name was very familiar.
"Ah, it is said that it is a small country that still retains its feudal monarchy until modern times. I don't know the details..."
[Wait, it seems like...]
Conan remembered that in the previous case in the studio, the murderer Daisuke Shibata seemed to have thrown out a handmade picture album after his identity was revealed.
It is said that the male lead Toma Katsuragi of the crew finally created the original script of Onymar based on this picture album.
Conan had the impression that the name Andrew Kingdom was on the cover of the album he saw at that time.
At the end of the day, this special picture album was also snatched away by Onymar played by Freya, a foreign woman.
[Andrew Kingdom, Onymar... there must be some special connection between the two. 】
"Did she say all this herself?" At this time, Mouri Kogoro asked.
"No, how should I say..."
Mumu Shisan raised her hand and touched his thick chin, and replied with some embarrassment: "She actually refused to say anything after she was arrested by us. These are what the police saw on the diplomatic privilege documents of the Kingdom of Andrew... …”
"Diplomatic privilege?! What do you mean?!"
"She was released by the government with diplomatic immunity at the request of the Kingdom of Andrew..." Officer Megure replied helplessly.
Even though this woman named Freya is very likely to be the murderer, under the government's order, the police can only unconditionally obey and release her.
"What?!"
Mouri Kogoro was shocked when he heard this. A foreigner who was suspected of being a murderer could actually use this kind of diplomatic power?
"She, who is she?"
"The police don't know this either. The documents say she is a diplomat from the Kingdom of Andrew, but..."
But how can any diplomat do such a mess in other countries? This is not a diplomat from American imperialism...
Obviously, the status of diplomat was only temporarily installed by the Andrew Kingdom in order to let the Japanese government release talents quickly.
But this also proves that this woman named Freya is special.
She is anything but ordinary.
"What about the other Onymar? What is his relationship with Freya?" Mouri Kogoro continued to ask.
(End of chapter)
