Chapter 63 I Should Cooperate with Your Performance (Add Three Days 2/3 for My Birthday)

Chapter 63 I Should Cooperate with Your Performance (Add Three Days for My Birthday 23)

Blonde? !

Conan widened his eyes.

Isn't this the guy who knocked Dr. Ali unconscious in front of his door? It turned out that they were in the same group, no wonder!

"Then we..." Kudo Yukiko tentatively asked half-truly, "Should we continue with that deal?"

Kudo Yusaku thought for a while: "Go on, the two of us follow. After all, my purpose has never been the transaction itself, and I really want to try this medicine."

"Try this medicine?"

Kudo Yukiko and Conan's expressions changed.

"I brought some of this medicine newly developed by the organization before I came out." Yusaku Kudo took out a sugar pill disguised as a red and white capsule, and said coldly, "I just need to let the trade partner take this medicine tomorrow. Then you can know whether others will become smaller."

"And then? Don't forget that the organization's order is for us to kill that transaction partner."

"Of course, even if he takes the medicine and becomes smaller, I will still kill him. Then..." Kudo Yusaku paused, "And then kill that brat."

"What are you talking about! Didn't I tell you that Kudo Shinichi cannot die, that is the order of the superior!"

Yusaku Kudo sneered: "Can someone who knows the secret of the organization keep him alive?"

"But……"

"Stop talking! I've already made a decision. If you say one more word, there will be an extra corpse here!"

Facing the gun, Kudo Yukiko took half a step back and compromised: "I see."

"The trading time is set at one o'clock in the afternoon." Yusaku Kudo put away his gun, "We need to get a good night's sleep."

After a brief rustle, the room returned to silence.

Conan was not in a hurry to untie the rope, he lay there patiently, waiting for the kidnapper to fall asleep.

Around one or two o'clock in the morning, he was finally able to confirm that the people outside had fallen into a deep sleep. And this time is also the most suitable for hands and feet.

He wrapped his long-cherished wine bottle in a rug, the perfect glass for cutting cords.

It's just that the words written on the wine bottle are somewhat familiar...

"Mezcal." Conan said the word, his eyes suddenly froze, "It's actually the mezcal that Gin mentioned, is it a coincidence or... one of the two guys outside is mezcal? !"

Without time to think about it, Conan quickly smashed the wine bottle. The sound was not low, but the two people outside the house slept soundly and did not react at all when they heard the movement.

Conan heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the fragments and cut off the rope that bound him tightly.

But the second floor was a bit high, and it was hard to jump down with his body without disturbing the kidnappers. Even if they slept really hard, if he fell and became disabled, he would have no way to escape.

After thinking for a moment, Conan's eyes fell on the refrigerator.

Then……

He chose to hide in a box under the floor.

...

"What, that brat is gone??"

"Yeah, the kitchen was empty when I came together, and the window was open. I guess I jumped out of the window and escaped."

Early in the morning, the playwright couple started acting. But Conan, who was supposed to cooperate with them in the performance, shivered and hid underground, not daring to vent his breath.

"There's no trace of the snowdrift downstairs. He definitely didn't escape through the window. I think that cunning kid is probably hiding here!!" Kudo Yusaku opened the door of the refrigerator, but it was empty inside.

After being silent for two seconds, he got up and walked out: "Forget it, anyway, even if he runs away again, we can still catch him. Go to the trading place first!"

With the sound of footsteps and the closing of the door to cut off all sound, Conan knew that the two guys had left.

But he waited cautiously for a while, and finally, with a sense of urgency approaching thirteen o'clock, he lifted the wooden board above the box and got out.

"Then, now all I have to know is the location of the transaction." Conan thought, "They mentioned the calendar last night when they were discussing the blond man..."

Conan's eyes fell on the calendar, and his eyes lit up: "That's right! In order to prevent people from discovering their handwriting, many people choose to use newspaper clippings to write invitations or pass messages."

He hurriedly went to the trash can, and sure enough, he found a newspaper with many small squares cut off.

"Mihua Hotel..." Conan looked at the calendar again, "That's the trace of excision, if it was last month, it would be eighteen!"

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that he had found the truth.

After escaping from the one-household building, Conan decided to take a taxi to Mi Hua Hotel.

Be sure to stop them from killing as soon as possible!

"But...it's really cold today." Conan couldn't help shivering. That made him end up going to the store first to buy a scarf and hat.

In the Rice Flower Hotel, Conan struggled for a long time but still didn't know the meaning of the eighteen representatives.

He asked about the cabinet where things are stored, and Shiba's box was empty, so he ruled it out.

When passing by a couple, he got a reminder of the parking space, but ran to the parking lot and looked for a long time, but there was still no information.

"Eighteen, eighteen..."

"Mom! Let's go to Kyoto on Monday!" A little boy speaking a foreign language passed by Conan.

His mother smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, do you still remember the Japanese way of expressing the week that I taught you yesterday?"

"Hmm... Moon day, is that so?" The little boy's Japanese was not up to standard, but it still made Conan slightly taken aback.

Then he widened his eyes and suddenly realized!

By the way, in the Chinese language, the expression of the week is arranged by numbers. If so, eighteen corresponds to Thursday, which is Thursday!

418, isn't this the room number? ?

Conan quietly took the elevator to the fourth floor and found Room 418.

But at least he still remembered to hide in the corner to test the situation.

Twenty seconds later, two people appeared from the direction he just came from, and they were the same guys who kidnapped him before.

Kudo Yukiko complained helplessly: "Really, that person just had a heart attack and almost died. Fortunately, we..."

These two guys are actually kind enough to save people?

Before Conan was confused, Kudo Yusaku's cold voice sounded: "I told you not to meddle in your own business!"

Kudo Yukiko was stunned, and then switched states in a second: "There is no way, he fell in front of us. If we don't care about it, our identities will definitely be suspected."

"Hmph, and then it caused us to arrive so late."

"Oh, it's not yet thirteen o'clock? Be patient, anyway, the trader is dead today."

They didn't notice Conan hiding in the corner and went straight to Room 418.

"Is this the place?" Kudo Yukiko asked.

"If you follow that guy's bad taste, you should be right." Kudo Yusaku raised his hand and pressed the doorbell. "According to my original plan, I planned to write another code in the parking lot."

He rang the doorbell.