Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

　　 On the third floor, Ayumi followed Mitsuhiko and Motota squeezed to the top of the stairs with trembling, carefully probed.

　　 "Conan, are you there?" Mitsuhiko looked at the dim corridor and swallowed, "I think it's better to go out and find someone first..."

　　 "No need." Conan appeared at the door of the library with a foul face, "The police will be here soon."

　　 "Conan?"

　　 A few people walked into the library in a daze, only to find that the terrifying-looking curator was lying next to the bookshelf, and Gao Cheng was sitting in a chair beside him.

　　 "Gao, Brother Gaocheng?"

"How will you be here?"

"Because Officer Mumu told me what happened here," Gao Sung touched his nose, "You guys are too courageous. You should have a snack after this time? The detective is not a game, it's a real mess. Will die..."

　　 "But there is Brother Gao Cheng," Bu Mei showed no fear at all, but smiled sweetly as if looking forward to it, "When we are in danger, Brother Gao Cheng will definitely come to rescue us, right?"

　　 Yuanta and Mitsuhiko looked at each other, and said excitedly: "Really! Brother Gao Cheng saves us every time!"

　　 "It's like Masked Superman!"

　　 "Even if you say that..."

　　 Gao Cheng pulled his face gloomily: I'm not Masked Superman, do these little ghosts have such a big heart? Obviously, I was scared to death just now...

　　 An hour later, the police who rushed to the scene found the body on the top of the elevator in the library. In addition, based on the testimony of several children in Conan, they found drugs hidden in the bookshelves of the children's books.

　　 The cause of the incident seems to be that Mr. Tamada discovered that the drugs were killed by Curator Tsugawa.

　　 "Haha," Mumu succeeded in solving a case and was very happy. After several consecutive shots of Gao Cheng's back, he smiled and said, "I made you a great help again, my brother Shiro."

"It's nothing, you can find me in any case in the future. I will help whenever I have time." Gao Cheng touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and whispered to Mumu's ear, "Well, Officer Mumu, I will not be in the future. Will there be a bonus or something?"

　　 Mumu's mouth twitched: "This...I will apply for you."

　　 Conan saw in his eyes. After Mumu led the team and left, he said silently, "It's really hopeless, Joto, I think you will become like an uncle sooner or later."

　　 "Uncle?"

　　 Gao Cheng automatically made up for the appearance of Moori Kogoro's uncle, shuddered, and stared: "What do you know about a kid who doesn't need to make money? Fortunately, I kindly helped you solve the curator this time."

　　 "You are ashamed to say," Conan looked upset, "Obviously, he has already subdued the curator, and he even frightened me specially, and almost thought it was really over!"

　　 "Didn't I want to teach you a lesson?"

Gao Cheng smiled disregardingly: "The plan your parents prepared last time was ruined by me halfway, so I want you to see how careless you are. Don't always think that you can't die, and even the curator is lurking. I don’t even know in the library..."

　　 "Huh? When did I think I could not die? Besides, this time it was Aumi and they turned on the lights to lure Curator Jinchuan back..."

　　 "That's the problem, they are just kids no matter what."

　　 "Yes, yes." Conan didn't refute, he took a sigh of relief, and silently looked at the Bumei people who were still discussing excitedly on the other side.

　　 "When I drink that bottle of wine, I will really bid farewell to the child's appearance. I won't have too much intersection with them in the future..."

　　 "Conan! Brother Gaocheng!" Bumei and a few happily gathered next to Gaocheng.

　　 "Are you going back?"

　　 Yuan touched his stomach too much, and said startledly: "I'm so hungry, I don't have much energy, Brother Gao Cheng, can I buy something to eat?"

　　 Gao Cheng's face became stiff, and when he saw several children look at him expectantly, he quickly grabbed his wallet: "It's so late now. I'd better send you home first...Wait a minute, I'll pick up the car."

　　 "Huh? Brother Gao Cheng, did you buy a car?" several children said excitedly.

　　 "I think so."

　　 Gao Cheng walked to the corner of the library, opened the lock and pushed out the bicycle: "Let's go, your family should be worried too."

　　 "What, it's just a bicycle," Yuan was too excited and said instantly, without any enthusiasm, "and I can't ride anyone at all..."

　　 "Let’s go back together!"

　　 The next morning, Conan’s dream was broken, and he made a special trip to the City Detective Agency, looking like a hangover, and finally accepted the cruel reality.

　　 "The doctor said it might be that I have developed resistance to white dry wine, so it will be useless to drink it." Conan looked ugly, and he was a little erratic in walking.

　　 "Then what do you do now?"

　　 "I can only continue to be Conan. Sooner or later I can find the men in black and find the cure."

　　 "I'm asking you how to explain to Xiaolan, that bottle of wine was drunk by you," Gao Cheng said in advance, "Say it first, don't use me as a shield."

　　 "How do you know I would do this?"

"Ok??"

　　 Gao Cheng was taken aback, his face went dark when he heard the phone ring.

　　 "Hey, this is the City Detective Agency..."

　　 "Senior," Xiao Lan complained, "Did Conan run to you? Really, how can I let kids drink?"

　　 "……"

　　 "That," Conan watched Gao Cheng hang up the phone with a guilty heart, then turned and walked towards the door with a dry smile, "I'm going to school first..."

　　 "Stop me!"

　　……

　　 Another week passed in a blink of an eye. Gao Cheng didn't encounter any more cases. He just accepted an investigation commission worth 500,000 yuan, and it took a lot of time to finally finish the matter.

　　 That night, he returned to the detective office after finishing his work, turned on the TV with a tired look, and happened to be broadcasting a one-hour special live broadcast of a daily TV station.

　　 "This week, I will also conduct the All-Japan Detective Agency unit for you all. Today I am serving you all by Takashi Matsuo..."

　　 "Let's welcome the famous detective Mr. Kogoro Mouri!"

"what?"

　　 Gao Cheng was full of question marks when he saw Maori's familiar face of the uncle appear on the TV screen.

　　 What are you doing? Last time, both of you obviously worked with Nishimichi TV. Why did you only invite Kogoro Mouri this time?

　　 Takasung took a picture in the mirror, younger and handsome...however I think he is more suitable for TV than Kogoro Mouri.

　　 "Should it be some funny show, right?"

　　 Looking at the maori exaggerated smiling face of the uncle on the TV, Gao Cheng always felt blocked in his heart. He held his chin depressed and tapped his finger on the desktop.

It seems that he heard Gao Cheng’s complaint from the bottom of his heart. The beauty assistant on TV helped him to speak: "Speaking of which Mr. Mori and Detective Kioto participated in the show last time, it is a pity that Detective Kioto did not come this time. A detective must be able to solve any puzzles, right?"

　　 "Where," Mouri Kogoro smiled triumphantly, "That kid is still tender, not as good as my experienced detective, Moori Kogoro, haha!"

　　 "This **** uncle..." Gao Cheng gritted his teeth as he watched the show enter the commercial, and turned off the TV.

　　 "I'm in a bad mood, I'll have a luxurious meal today."

　　……

In the studio on the 9th floor of 　　 Risei TV Station, the host Takashi Matsuo sat on the stage with a smile.

　　 He only invited Moori Kogoro specifically to ask him for advice. When Suwa Michihiko asked him for his opinion, he took a lot of effort to explain that Gao Cheng was not suitable for the show.

　　Because if there are really two detectives~www.NovelMTL.com~ his plan might not be able to proceed...

　　 In the mixing room on the fourth floor, Suwa Michihiko stayed in the room by himself to watch the studio surveillance footage. When a short film was inserted into the program, he suddenly received a call from Matsuo himself.

　　 "Matsuo? What are you doing? The show is not finished yet!"

　　 "I just want you to hear my last voice," Matsuo called as he ran across the corridor, "I'm going to die soon, I'm going to commit suicide by jumping from the top floor..."

　　 "What?!" Suwa said in horror.

　　 "You just wait to see the tragic situation after my death!"

　　 "Hey, don't be like this, let's talk about the host, don't be like this, don't think about it!"

　　 "It's too late!"

　　 Matsuo took out the silencer pistol with the corner of his mouth raised.

　　 "Bang--!" At the studio, when Takashi Matsuo rushed back to the scene sweaty, the 4-minute short film just reached the end, and it happened to the scene where the victim was shot and killed.

　　 "What happened, Mr. Matsuo? You sweat a lot." The assistant was surprised.

　　 "I don't feel well in my stomach since morning." Matsuo gasped and smiled, and returned to the stage with the assistant to continue hosting the show.

At nine o'clock in the evening, when the one-hour special program of the TV station was about to end, Gao Cheng was still carrying a bag of things in line in front of the mall counter. There was an Obasan in front of him who didn’t know why he was arguing with the teller. The team hasn't moved.

　　 "Ding!" Suddenly the system prompt sounded, and a case release message popped up.

　　 "A new case is here?!"

　　 Gao Cheng woke up in shock, ignored the line, hurriedly put the bag aside, and rushed out of the mall under Obasan's horrified eyes.

　　 "This is... the case of Nikkei TV?!"