Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

In the slightly pleasant night, Jiroki Suzuki rode his beloved motorcycle in the direction away from the museum.

He looked at the statue of the goddess holding the blue miracle in the left driver's seat and couldn't help laughing maniacally.

"What's so funny?" Conan peeked out from the left driver's seat, "Monster thief Kidd."

Suzuki Jirokichi's laughter instantly disappeared, "What are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm laughing because I've made sure Kidd doesn't get the gems anymore." He continued.

Conan stared at him and calmly analyzed:

"Less come, I already found out when you drove this motorcycle to the museum today."

"Just like now, you didn't wear goggles back then, and people with contact lenses would be very miserable if they didn't wear goggles."

"As soon as the wind blows in the eyes, they will immediately cry in pain, and even if there is a wind shield in front, sometimes there is no way to ride a bicycle."

"But speaking of which, Mr. Suzuki is so rich that he doesn't look for a personal bodyguard, and he drives a motorcycle with such a wind to run around, you can find an opportunity to stun him and disguise him as he looks at any time."

"As for the dog named Lupin who usually sits in the passenger seat, he has long been taken by you to the shade of Shiostay Park. According to my judgment, I am afraid that it was put to sleep by some kind of drug you used.

After listening to Conan's analysis, Suzuki Jiroji suddenly laughed, "How can I be the strange thief Kidd, don't forget, when the strange thief Kid appeared just now, my people were still standing next to you."

"Even yesterday when the monster thief Kidd performed the miracle of the Skywalk, I was next to you."

Conan scoffed at this, "Actually, it's not a miracle at all, as long as there is an assistant to help, it is too easy to do that."

"After all, I don't think it's hard to get your men mixed in with that large group of improvised helicopter pilots."

"First, you take your helicopter and move over the building, and then hook the end of the wire to the roof of one of the buildings from the helicopter."

"Just throw away the black cloak you're wearing along with the smoke screen, and Kidd, the monster thief, appears."

"Then have your men drive the helicopter above your head to make you look as if you're not hanging from a wire."

"Floating in the air is done."

"In the end, you just have to cooperate with the helicopter and pretend to be walking."

You let the music player hidden in your pocket play a "bang bang" sound, and at the same time you pair it with your wonderful physical performance that no one notices is hanging.

"Next, pull you back into the helicopter when it's over, and it looks like you've disappeared in the air."

"Hmph." Jiroji Suzuki snorted softly, as if acquiescing.

"However, tonight's Kidd is just a doll that only moves his feet to attract the attention of the police, because he has been hanging, so he knows it at a glance."

"But didn't the little brother also climb up the building, if Kidd had been hanging by helicopter at that time, even the thin line could be seen, right?" Jirokichi Suzuki asked.

"Because of the preconceived idea and the wind, it's really ashamed to say, the moment the helicopter came above your head, I preconceived that you were not being hanged, and the lack of steel wire on the roof also made me shake, plus the wind brought by the helicopter also affected the line of sight."

"So I didn't notice the line at the time, and the appearance of the silver fox later disturbed my thoughts, but the traces of the wire hooks were left on the roofs of the two buildings." Conan said confidently.

"But little brother, I think you should have seen the picture from last night many times, right?" Jirokichi Suzuki wondered.

"To say that the only thing that captured him was the tightrope coming to see Kidd, but it was your No. 7 machine piloted by you, and if that image was based on a museum special, it would not have been possible to have captured the wire."

"So when it rained later, didn't your men stop playing the video?"

"Because there wasn't anyone holding an umbrella in that special."

"That gorgeous performance last night just made you think that you would come from the air to relax the road inspection, all to facilitate your disguise as Jirokichi Suzuki, so that you can mix up the foreshadowing."

"However, you are still careless, and you who drive a motorcycle without goggles are all clearly captured by the TV station."

"No, the difference that Your Excellency said, he did not forget, but could not wear it, because it would interfere with his transfiguration."

Suzuki Jirokichi suddenly lifted the clothes on his body and turned into a red and white classical yukata, and the knife that was originally hung on both sides was also hung by him on the right waist.

"What?!" Conan, who had already raised his anesthesia watch, looked at the silver fox in front of him blankly.

"Since Your Excellency can tell the tricks of the great thief, it is better to ask you to analyze my methods again." The silver fox lightly buttoned the mask and looked at Conan with flashing eyes.

The oncoming wind ruffled Conan's hair while the motorcycle was moving.

"Why? Why Silver Fox?

"What went wrong?"

"There should be no problem with my reasoning."

"What is going on..."

The silver fox saw his embarrassment and spoke, "Preconceived.

"The reason is that Your Excellency's preconceived notions focused all your attention on the thief and ignored my existence."

"Or maybe I shouldn't have been here."

"What do you mean?" Conan wondered.

It's just that the silver fox's gaze looked ahead, and an indescribable melancholy began to spread.

"Okay, no matter what all this is all about, now you can continue to drive forward, I won't shoot you until the car stops, as for later, it will be Officer Nakamori who is rushing to this side through my contact..."

Before Conan could finish speaking, he heard the silver fox snort softly.

Then, the co-pilot's seat suddenly fell off, and unexpectedly, Conan shot directly into the fuel tank of the motorcycle, trying to force him to stay.

But when he had just stabilized his figure and raised his head again, there was no trace of the silver fox.

Only the burning motorcycle in the middle of the road remains.

And the [Blue Miracle] that the co-pilot put did not know when it was taken away by the silver fox.

"Abominable!" Conan slammed it on the co-pilot in a fit of anger.

But he ignored his own strength, and the back of his fingers was immediately swollen.

"Ah!!!"

Conan clutched the back of his aching finger and growled.

He felt as if he was being played with by the silver fox.

[Question: There are three Qing in ancient mythology in China, which three Qing, and who are the three Qing? 】