Chapter 980 Conan Kuroto

"Mr. Asano, Haibara Ai." Conan greeted each one politely, "Good morning."

Hui Yuan Ai looked at the time and said in a very shameless manner: "It's not even five o'clock now, what are you doing here?"

"I woke up in the morning and saw your lights on here. I was a little curious about what you were doing so early in the morning, so I came over to take a look." Conan looked through Haihara Ai into the room.

Haiyuan Ai moved a step to the side, blocking Conan's sight, and said coldly: "You are so boring."

"Let him come in." Nobuhiro, who was sitting at the table, said loudly, "I guess Conan hasn't had breakfast either, so just leave him with him."

"Thank you, Mr. Asano." Conan thanked him happily, and then quickly ran to Nobushige and sat down.

Haibara Ai is not very good at Japanese cuisine, but she still made the most basic breakfast in a decent way. After taking a bite, Conan couldn't help but be surprised: "It's really delicious."

Xinfan smiled gently, but Haiyuan Ai had a cold face: "Hurry up and tell me, what on earth is going on with you?"

Her brother was going to Sweden soon, and this time it might be dangerous again. She really didn't want her rare breakfast time to be ruined by Conan, an uninvited guest.

Conan quickly took a few mouthfuls of food, and then explained his purpose: "Mr. Asano, are you and Haibara Ai free next week?"

Nobuhiro and Haihara Ai looked at each other and said, "Actually, I'm going to take a flight to France this morning. I don't know if I can come back next week."

"France?" Conan opened his eyes wide, "Why does Mr. Asano want to go to France?"

"I have a friend who is the conductor of a band. They had a concert in France and invited me to attend." Nobushige smiled helplessly, "It was hard to refuse the invitation, so I had no choice but to accept the invitation."

"What about Hui Yuan Ai?" Conan looked at Xiao Ai again.

Haiyuan began to say farewell: "Of course I will stay at home."

"It's like this. When Uncle Maoli was investigating the commission, he helped a very rich aunt find the lost kitten. The aunt invited him to visit London. Xiaolan asked me to ask you if you can go."

Nobuhiro was slightly surprised: "There is such a thing. As Mr. Mori's agent, I don't know anything about it."

Conan showed his half-moon eyes: "Because you were doing other things yesterday. I heard it was the result of a new detective transferred from Xiaolan's class."

The new detective in Xiaolan's class?

This should be talking about Sera Maju, but...

"By saying that, do you mean that you are no longer in the same class as Miss Maori?"

Conan's expression froze. Oh no, he had been Edogawa Conan for so long that he had subconsciously thought of himself as a primary school student. Conan quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Asano, what on earth were you busy with yesterday? I don't think there is much going on in the music classroom, right?"

Occasionally, it's okay to use it as an excuse to buy musical instruments or meet customers, but it seems a bit weird to do it often.

Xinfan prevaricated him as usual: "When you get to work, you'll know how normal it is to go on a business trip."

"Okay, it's time for me to go."

After that, Nobushige put on his backpack full of luggage, said goodbye to Xiao Ai, and left Asano House.

Conan was confused: "Does he only take this little thing with him when he goes abroad?"

Haiyuan Ai glanced at him and started to clear the dishes on the table: "I'm just going to attend a concert. I'll probably be back soon. Why are you bringing so many things?"

In fact, Haibara Ai knew that even that backpack might not be able to follow her brother back. Things often go wrong when he goes on a mission. Nobushige's weapons and other items have been illegally shipped to Sweden. He would inevitably cross-dress in Sweden, and he probably buys and wears his clothes now.

After Haihara Ai packed up her things, Conan still had no intention of leaving.

"You came here today not just to invite us to London, right?" Haihara Ai asked bluntly.

"As expected, I can't hide it from you." Conan sighed helplessly, "I came here to borrow the antidote from you."

Haibara Ai sneered: "Yes, I almost forgot, Edogawa Conan is a gangster. How can he go to the UK without a passport?"

Conan's face stiffened slightly: "It's not that I don't have a passport, but the entry and exit management is strict. If it is not a real document, I will definitely not be able to pass the customs. If the time comes, I will be arrested as a smuggler...

"So I originally wanted to ask Mr. Asano to take me with him, so that we would just take different flights and meet up in London. Since Mr. Asano is busy, I can only ask for a few more antidotes."

Hearing this, Haiyuan Ai's face suddenly darkened: "How many more pills do you want? Do you think the antidote to APTX-4869 is sugar pills, and you can take as many pills as you want? Didn't I tell you? Things like antidotes can make you resistant, and in the end they may not work at all.”

Conan spread his hands: "Then will you help me?"

Haibara Ai was so angry that he wished he could beat Edogawa Conan out with a broom right now.

"No help, I don't have an antidote here, don't even think about it."

"How is it possible that there is no antidote? You just told me last time that you are developing a new generation of antidote. Besides, I have business to do when I go to London." Conan made up his mind that he would never tell Haibara Ai. He was just going to Sherlock Holmes. The truth about hometown worship.

…

In the early morning, Toru Amuro was lying on the single bed, squinting his eyes, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were frighteningly clear, and it was obvious that he was already awake.

Who was that person just standing outside the window looking in?

He knew that his keen sense of danger was unmistakable. That person had an extremely dangerous aura about him, and it was... very familiar.

…

"Bourbon?"

Outside Toru Amuro's apartment, a man curled his lips and showed a sarcastic smile. Then he got on the motorcycle and drove away.

In front of his forehead, a strand of black hair emerged from the knitted hat, flying in the wind.

…

An hour later, Nobushige appeared at Tokyo Narita International Airport wearing mezcal.

Looking at the check-in area, Silla's bulk was very conspicuous, but he found no trace of Akai Shuichi.

"Where's Rai?" Nobushige asked.

Silla looked around and shook her head: “I don’t know either, I haven’t seen him yet.”

"Then forget it, let's go." After saying that, Nobushige took the lead in stepping into the security check channel.

The security check on international flights is very strict, but apart from the inconspicuous disguise props, there is nothing strange about Nobuhiro.

"Wait, who's this bag belongs to? Go through the security check again." Suddenly, the police officer in charge of guarding the screen said loudly.

Xinfan looked back and recognized that the bag belonged to Silla.

Silla immediately realized something, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Xinfan patted the back of his hand discreetly, signaling him to calm down.

Immediately, Xinfan turned around and left calmly, as if what happened inside had nothing to do with him.

No one who passed him noticed that he muttered: "Hiroki."

Mina-san, happy Teacher’s Day~