Mao Lilan's delaying tactics were successful.
Although Fei Yingli expressed regret for not being able to show off her cooking skills, since she still had work at the law firm, they finished breakfast together and left.
"Tch...if I really want her to make this breakfast, it's not a matter of thanks, but of revenge."
Looking at his wife's back, Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but muttered.
Obviously this is something I wouldn't dare to say face to face.
Mao Lilan smiled awkwardly and took the initiative to change the subject: "Should we leave now?"
"Can."
Ye Geng glanced at the time, turned around and asked, "Doctor, Xiao Ai, are you two going together?"
"No need." Dr. Ali waved his hand: "I have to attend an invention exhibition tomorrow, and I have to have dinner with a few acquaintances tonight, so..."
"Me too." Hui Yuanai raised his hand, and the reason was very clear, "So, in order to prevent Dr.'s cholesterol from increasing, I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone at home."
"Yes." Ye Geng nodded, "Then I'll take care of you, doctor."
"I know," Haiyuan Ai yawned and replied, "You should also pay attention to safety when you go to Osaka."
Dr. A Li: "..."
Ah, this...so I am the one who needs to be taken care of?
...
A group of four people took the Shinkansen to Osaka.
At this time, in a rental apartment in Osaka.
There were 5 or 6 people sitting on the tatami.
Among them, an old man with a fat body and a shiny head was enjoying a meal at the dining table.
He finished chewing a pig's trotter, threw the bone to the corner of the room, and said, "How was it? Is there any news?"
"No reply yet."
Opposite the table was a man wearing a printed shirt and a hideous scar on his left cheek.
He shook the pistol and continued: "Boss, I don't think we need to contact those thieves at all. With this thing and the treasure we are about to get, there is no place in the world that we can't reach!"
"Shut up! What do you know?" The old man interrupted the other party with a stern face, and said sternly: "So what if we find the treasure? Gunma is a place of right and wrong now! If we don't contact Genji Hotaru, Those guys, with just a few of us, there’s no way they can dispose of the stolen goods!”
At this point, his tone became serious again, "I'm warning you guys, just do as I say and continue to find ways to contact the members of Genji Hotaru. As for this, before I find out the secrets that kid knows. Please don’t act rashly! Otherwise, if you are not careful, everyone will be ruined!”
...
The entire journey from Tokyo to Osaka by Shinkansen takes about 3 hours.
Everyone has their own unique way of spending time.
Kogoro Mori read the newspaper and fell asleep.
Maorilan enjoys the scenery and takes photos.
Except for thinking quietly, Ye Gengyi's fingers never left the keyboard of his laptop for the rest of the time.
Conan was bored and just received a call from a certain black guy.
"Eh? You're already on the bus? According to this progress, you can definitely catch up with the finals and semi-finals at 2:30 in the afternoon!"
Hattori Heiji's hearty voice came from the receiver, "I'm telling you, Kudo! Today is my battle to avenge my shame!"
"You are so big! Can you be more careful..."
Conan's half-moon eyes, fortunately, he had foreseen it and ran to the bathroom to answer the phone.
"What? It turns out that it hasn't been exposed yet..." Hattori Heiji said with a smile: "I thought that after Ms. Xiaolan lost her memory, you would risk your life to tell the truth."
"Please... this is not a TV series," Conan curled his lips, "And at that time, even if I told Xiaolan my identity, she might not be able to recover her memory."
"Haha, you have so little confidence in yourself?" Hattori Heiji laughed, "I heard that Brother Genichi not only made great contributions, but also served as a technical expert of the Metropolitan Police Department. What? You, the number one in the East, are no longer working. ?”
"Yes, there is no room for display at all, so Xiaolan has never been aware of my identity." A hint of helplessness appeared on Conan's face, and he explained weakly: "After all, there is nothing I can do about it. While we are still desperately collecting clues, Brother Geng Yi can already get the latest investigation information directly from the top brass of the police station."
"Oh, when I hear you say that, I feel twice as powerful! I will definitely be able to show off my skills in the competition later!" Hattori Heiji smiled.
Knowing his own embarrassment can make this guy so happy?
Conan's half-moon eyes said, "Are you an idiot? I'm hanging up..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Hattori Heiji said hurriedly: "Because I need to stay here to prepare for the battle, I can't pick you up at the station, but... don't just run away just because you can't find the venue. Let’s go out and play!”
"That's not necessarily true," Seizing the opportunity, Conan counterattacked unhurriedly: "We came to Osaka this time mainly to take Xiaolan to relax, and by the way, we went to your house to eat the luxurious cuisine you mentioned last time. As for the kendo competition , it doesn’t matter whether you look at it or not.”
"You guys are really so ruthless..." Hattori Heiji was pinched and said helplessly: "In short, a luxurious dinner is absolutely indispensable. It is not only to celebrate the recovery of your Miss Xiaoran, but also to celebrate Brother Sarada's promotion. .”
"Idiot, that's called taking office. He was not a police officer before," Conan seized the opportunity and continued to criticize him, "Okay, that's it...don't call again before we arrive. Xiaolan and uncle are fine. It would be terrible if Brother Gengyi hears and misunderstands."
Toot…
Hattori Heiji put his phone in his pocket, his face full of confusion.
Why do you feel this sentence is a bit weird?
The entire journey was silent.
12:34 p.m.
After getting off the Shinkansen, the four of them took a taxi directly to Naniwa Stadium without hesitation.
I learned that the afternoon game starts at 1 o'clock sharp.
The four of them simply chose a noodle restaurant nearby.
I have to say that Hattori Heiji's name is quite famous.
His name can be heard from time to time from the mouths of passers-by eating in the same room.
But it is not him who is discussed the most, but Souji Okita of Kyoto Senshin High School.
The four of them ate noodles in silence.
Rather, some information was combined with these few words.
That's right: In last year's kendo competition, Hattori Heiji and Okita Souji were the contenders for the championship and runner-up.
In the final, Hattori Heiji failed to completely dodge Okita Souji's five-stage stab, and was hit in the neck by a wooden sword, causing bleeding. The referee had no choice but to stop the game.
Therefore, this year, the two are also the most vocal players.
"I can't tell, that Osaka kid is still pretty good," Mouri Kogoro sighed while drinking soup, "But... he's only second place, he still needs to work hard. Compared with when he was in the university judo club, he was invincible all over the world. For me, there are still some differences."
"Dad, you started again..." Mao Lilan sighed, "Obviously, I haven't won a single game in the official competition."
"This...this..." Mouri Kogoro looked embarrassed.
Who knows that he has the kind of physique that causes stress as soon as he takes the stage...
