Chapter 597 Your Murder Notice Helper Is Online

"Speaking of which, Brother Asano." Conan suddenly approached Nobuhiro and whispered, "Do you think the man wearing sunglasses and a hat next to you is a little suspicious?"

Nobushige took the opportunity to take the drink from the flight attendant and took a look: "Are you overthinking it? If he is suspicious, wouldn't the woman wearing a mask next to him be more problematic?"

"You're right." Conan looked away, "I'm just too nervous now, and I always suspect that there are people related to the organization around."

Nobuhiro nodded in agreement.

Conan's premonition is indeed very real. If you count it carefully, he not only has two active members, Mescal and Bourbon, but also former members of the organization like Shirley and Rye. Even though he is a member of the organization, he has no feelings for him. The very tolerant Belmode was watching secretly.

Conan has been inextricably linked to the organization without him knowing it.

only……

Nobuhiro inadvertently glanced at the man again. He always felt like he had forgotten something, but it probably wasn't something very important.

At nine twenty, the plane landed at the airport in Okinawa. The weather outside is very bad, gloomy, and it seems to be raining.

"Brother Asano, did you bring an umbrella?" Conan asked worriedly, looking at the sky outside.

Xinfan was speechless for a while: "...I originally wanted to take him."

"Oh, that means I didn't bring it with me." Conan complained, "Brother Asano, it's true. As an agent, you have to help your uncle consider these issues. How can you not even pay attention to the weather forecast?"

Nobuhiro: "..."

What should he do? He really wanted to push Conan to the ground and beat him up, and let this annoying brat know something about the dangers of the world.

On the way from the terminal building to the arrival gate, Nobushige saw the suspicious man again. Holding his hat in one hand and his umbrella in the other, he hurried past them.

Ah, it's getting more and more suspicious that a stranger has been showing his presence in front of Conan for so long.

However, Nobushige still couldn't remember anything. Even if he had doubts, he couldn't leave Mouri Kogoro and follow that person alone.

"Mr. Mouri, welcome to Okinawa!" A middle-aged man with a plump figure was waiting at the arrival gate. He greeted Kogoro Mouri enthusiastically as soon as he saw him. "I am Teranishi from Okinawa Nippon Television."

Mouri Kogoro took the business card, turned slightly sideways, and introduced the people around him: "This is my agent Asano Nobushige..."

Before he could introduce Conan, he heard Teranishi say to Nobutushige in a tone many times more enthusiastic than before: "Oh, you are Mr. Asano! I often hear director Keisuke Uchimura mention you, and he speaks very highly of you. !”

Nobuhiro shook hands with him politely: "Really? It's my honor."

"You are a big star now. My daughter said she wants to be your fan after watching the show." Saying this, Si Nishi suddenly took out a beautiful piece of signature paper and signature pen from his bag, "Can you please give me Can my daughter sign it? Thank you very much!!”

Nobuhiro: "..."

He felt that the atmosphere was not quite right. Shouldn't he be helping Mao Lilan to get the autograph of a powerful player for his concubine Yingli?

In the jealous eyes of Mouri Kogoro, Nobushige signed his name.

Although he had deliberately practiced various calligraphy in order to cover up the traces of Zhu Fu Jingguang, he knew nothing about artistic signatures. When the four words "Asano Nobushige" are written down, they are completely different from other people's signatures. They are serious and well-behaved.

Mouri Kogoro cleared his throat: "By the way, how did you arrange the things I asked you to do last time?"

Si Xi was stunned for a moment, then showed a knowing smile: "Don't worry, the evening activities have been arranged, and I will take you to a good place this time."

Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro's cheeks turned suspiciously crimson.

Nobuhiro said helplessly: "Don't say this kind of thing in front of children."

"What's the point? He doesn't understand it anyway." Mouri Kogoro waved his hand indifferently, "There's another thing, how about it?"

"Oh, that's what you're talking about." Teranishi took out another paper bag from his satchel and handed it to Mouri Kogoro, "I asked Mr. Motoyama for this. They have a very good relationship."

Looking at the size and bulging shape of the paper bag, Nobushige knew that it contained a baseball signed by a powerful player.

Some people cook duck with a tough mouth but an honest body.

"Mr. Motoyama, he must be the host of our meeting today. Is he already here?"

"I'm afraid it will be a while. The only flight from Miyazaki is the one at 9:50."

Mouri Kogoro thought for a while and suggested: "In that case, we might as well go directly to the hotel to find the powerful players. We can also discuss the content of today's interview."

"It would have been possible, but powerful athletes have the habit of practicing between nine and ten every morning. Even if we go there now, we can't see anyone."

While Mouri Kogoro and Mr. Teranishi were chatting, Nobushige and Conan stood nearby and looked at the hurried passengers in a daze.

Suddenly, however, Nobuhiro's cell phone rang.

"Did someone send you a text message?" Conan looked over curiously.

"No, I think not." Nobuhiro had a bad premonition in his heart. The noise just now should have been caused by Hiroki, and now he didn't want to listen to the child's nagging at all.

"Don't you take a look?"

"That's not necessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone began to vibrate violently.

Nobuhiro didn't know that the vibration intensity of the mobile phone could be adjusted!

He reluctantly took out his cell phone under Conan's interested gaze, opened it, and saw the circle representing Hiroki.

[Masaharu Motoyama is going to kill someone. ]

Hiroki only said these words.

Seeing the murder, Nobuhiro's first reaction was "sure enough". But then he began to wonder, Motoyama Masaharu, isn't that the host of today's meeting? He should still be on the plane now.

Xinfan typed quickly on his mobile phone: "He killed people on the plane, and it's useless for you to remind me." ]

But then again, Motoyama Masaharu was still on the plane, how did Sawada Hiroki know that he was going to kill someone?

[He is not on the plane. He was just on the same flight as you. It was you and Edogawa Conan who thought he was suspicious, so I investigated. ]

A flight, the host…

Nobuhiro suddenly understood everything like a thunderbolt!

[where is he]

The anxious Nobuhiro didn't even have time to put in the punctuation marks.

Hiroki sent the address to Nobuhiro based on Motoyama Masaharu’s mobile phone location information.