Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Osaka.

When Gao Chengcai and Xiaolan walked to the exit of the station, they saw Yuanzi who came to pick up the bus.

I haven't seen you for a while, Yuanzi is still the same, waving non-stop energetically: "This way!"

Even though his home was being targeted by the Kaitou Kidd, Sonoko looked excited. The car used to pick him up was also Suzuki's high-end limousine, and passers-by all paid attention.

"Will this be too high-profile?" Gao Cheng said casually.

"Today is very special," Sonoko said excitedly, holding her hands together, "because I will finally meet Kidd, the Kaitou Kidd of my dreams! How can I not be more grand?"

"Really..."

Gao Cheng couldn't complain.

"By the way," Yuanzi peeked at Gao Cheng, and introduced the young driver, "The driver is my father's secretary, Mr. Nishino. He has lived in various countries all over the world, and he is very fluent in English, French, and German."

"Amazing."

"Cough." Gao Cheng leaned back against the seat, and looked at the young driver with his eyes, not too surprised.

He can do well now, and he also masters four languages.

Needless to say, Japanese is of course fluent in Chinese, and I can also speak English and Russian...

Although the latter two are very general.

"Shiroto," Yuanzi looked at Gao Cheng, "would you do it too?"

"I don't know French and German, but I know Chinese and Russian, and I know Portuguese." Gao Cheng said calmly.

"Really?" Yuanzi asked suspiciously, "If you don't know how to say hello, right?"

"Do you want me to introduce myself in Chinese?" Gao Cheng folded his arms and switched to Chinese, "My name is Kido Gao Cheng, I am a private detective, my dream is to be number one in the world, and I am currently in Osaka to cooperate with the police..."

Everyone in the car was stunned, even the young driver was a little dumbfounded.

Conan opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dropped: Kido, when did you learn it?

"Oh, although it's not standard, it's really amazing." Nishino sighed.

"Not standard?" Gao Cheng looked at the young driver speechlessly.

Come on, speaking Mandarin is not standard, what is standard Chinese in your eyes?

"What about Portuguese?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Uh... Carlos."

"Hello." Conan's mouth froze.

Isn't that just a name? It was also the name of the Brazilian youth Carlos in the previous Yau Nei incident.

Who do you think you can fool?

"It's amazing." Xiaolan sighed unconsciously.

...

Suzuki Museum of Modern Art.

The high-end limousine passed the entrance and stopped in front of the museum. You could see policemen standing guard everywhere, and helicopters patrolling in mid-air.

Every time that Kidd guy came on stage, it was this kind of battle, but he couldn't catch it all the time.

Gao Cheng got out of the car and looked at the magnificent art museum in front of him, his thoughts drifted a little.

Speaking of which, he looks almost the same as that guy Kuroba Kaito, what if that kid is really caught?

What a hassle.

"Hey," Hattori stopped on his motorcycle and waved to Kazuha, "This time I really met a difficult opponent, Kudo."

Gao Cheng's face collapsed: "It's this guy again..."

"Really," Xiaolan stood up and said helplessly, "Why do you call Conan Kudo every time?"

Hattori laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because this little guy's eyes are very similar to Kudo, so I called out without knowing it."

Gao Cheng ignored the bastard Hattori.

But when I saw this guy, I unconsciously thought of Kyogoku Makoto from last time. I had a hard time sending him away a month ago, and I heard that now he is going to study abroad in order to become stronger.

It's stressful to think that that kind of human tank-like guy will become stronger.

Gao Cheng tightened his palms.

When he was in Izu, because he wanted to find out the murderer and used a disguise card to turn into a girl, his physical fitness declined, but Kyogoku's real strength still stimulated him.

There are some weirdos in the world of Conan.

However, he didn't relax either, and he had already started to specially strengthen his practice.

Moreover, the system happened to trigger an incident after arriving in Osaka this time. According to past experience, as long as the Easter egg is kept from being stolen by Kidd in the end, it will be fine.

After adding year after year, I don't believe that I can't beat a high school student...

In the art museum, Gao Cheng walked through the long corridor and entered the chairman's room. He first felt what it meant to be rich.

This kind of luxurious art museum, probably only the Suzuki Foundation can build and play casually.

In the president's room, President Suzuki was receiving guests. When he saw his daughter Sonoko bringing Gao Cheng and his party in, he said happily, "It's Mr. Mori and Kido-kun. Thank you for coming all the way here."

"Hello." Uncle Maori walked in front and shook hands with Chairman Suzuki.

"Xiao Ran and Conan are here too," President Suzuki greeted them one by one with the same lenient expression, and turned to Hattori and Kazuha in doubt, "Sonoko, who are these two?"

"They are Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha, father," Sonoko introduced eagerly, "Heiji is known as the western high school detective, and is quite famous in Kansai."

"Really? That's great," President Suzuki greeted Hattori with a smile, "I'm counting on you too."

Gao Cheng stood aside, wondering if it was an illusion, but felt that Sonoko looked at Hattori and Ye with envy.

These two guys are really, as long as they appear, they are showing affection in disguise, although they may not feel it.

Thinking of this, Gao Cheng felt a little guilty.

I don't know if he led Yuanzi astray. Originally, Yuanzi should start dating Kyogoku at this time. Could it be that he is too selfish now?

I don't know who Sonoko really likes. If this continues, he won't be on the road of being single like him, right?

While Gao Cheng was thinking wildly, Chairman Suzuki began to introduce several other guests sitting in the chairman's room to everyone.

The first is a large foreigner.

"This is the first clerk of the Russian embassy, ​​Sirouv Chinnikov."

"Please advise me more." The big man was like a foreign bodyguard, he didn't talk much, and just standing up gave people a lot of pressure.

The second person is an old man with a hooked nose and a mustache.

"This is Mr. Gan Jiangyi, an art dealer I found."

Following President Suzuki's introduction, the old man got up and nodded slightly. There was no fluctuation in his small triangular eyes, which gave people a feeling that he was difficult to deal with.

The third person is a young and beautiful woman, tall and tall, with a pair of beautiful legs.

"This is Pusi Qinglan, a researcher of the Romanov dynasty."

"Hello." The woman stood up and nodded slightly, speaking in weird Chinese.

"In addition," President Suzuki introduced the last person, "this is Mr. Ryu Samkawa, a freelance video writer who applied to take photos of treasures."

The person who was introduced was a young man with long hair in casual clothes, holding a video camera, and he didn't get up like the others, but just pointed the camera at Uncle Mao Li carelessly: "Please help me."

The uncle ignored the young man and asked curiously, "What is the appraisal value of the treasure?"

"800 million yen," said the art dealer, squinting at Chairman Suzuki, "If you're willing to sell it, I can increase it."

"President!" The big man said anxiously, "The egg of memory is a Russian thing. If you sell it to such a blind businessman with no vision, it is better to send it to our country and let our Russian Art Museum keep it!"

The art dealer's eyes were slightly cold: "You said I have no vision?"

"Very good, very good, it's more interesting to shoot people than to shoot that egg," image writer Han Chuan taunted the two with a chuckle, turned his gaze to the silent long-legged woman beside him, and said with a light smile, "You don't care about anything You look like yourself, but logically speaking, you are a researcher of the Romanov Dynasty, so you should want to get that egg more than anyone else, right?"

"That's right," the woman frowned and turned her head away, "but I don't have 800 million on me."

"Hmph, that's right, even I can only make up 200 million."

"These guys..."

Gao Cheng felt uncomfortable.

As a famous detective myself, I can't even get 100 million after working hard for so long.

"All in all," said President Suzuki, who was not short of money and had no intention of selling eggs at all, "we can talk about eggs another day."

"No way, I'll take my leave today."

The art dealers left the chairman's room with unhappy faces. After all, there was no other good way to deal with such a giant as the Suzuki Consortium.

At this time, Secretary Nishino walked into the chairman's room with a wooden box.

"President, I brought the eggs."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work, let's put it on the table," President Suzuki nodded, and greeted Gao Cheng and the others, "Everyone, please sit down."

"Can we see that egg?" Xiaolan asked in surprise.

"It doesn't look very good on the outside," Yuanzi Ping said, "I remember being used as a toy when I was a child."

"Toy?"

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