Chen Xing deeply agreed with Conan's words because Belmode also asked him to help get the memory card, which shows that the undercover list is extremely important.

"There's another thing," he said: "A painter named Shindo Sumikoto called the Metropolitan Police Department and told her that she knew who the murderer was in the serial murder case."

"Really?" Conan was happy, "How was the result?"

"Later, when I followed Officer Takagi and Officer Sato's cars, I was sniped when I went to Hachioji City to find her." Chen Xing undoubtedly poured cold water on it.

"Sniper?" Conan's voice suddenly rose, "Then you weren't injured, are you?"

Chen Xing laughed unaware, "No, Officer Takagi and Officer Sato are fine, either, the other party just shot and exploded the tire."

At the same time, he seemed to be relieved when he heard someone on the other side of the phone.

"That's good, wait, blowing the tires?" Conan guessed: "The other party doesn't want you to rush over, or rather, they want to step one step ahead of you."

Chen Xing nodded and said, "I think it should be someone from the organization."

"Where is that Miss Shindo Sumi?"

"A step late, the person was taken away."

"Damn!" Conan gritted his teeth and said, "Have you been taken away by the people in the organization?"

"Not necessarily." Chen Xing said: "In Miss Xintang's studio, the same pigment was stepped on twice. First, the pigment tube was stepped on, the pigment was squeezed out, and then the pigment was cut off and then it was stepped on once."

Conan pondered: "In other words, after Miss Shindo was taken away, someone went to her studio. So the people in that organization probably didn't succeed."

"Well, but if you want to tell me the clues, I think I still have to start with Uncle Maori, after all, the police will definitely share information with him."

"I know." Conan paused and suddenly called out, "Chen Xing."

"Um?"

"Thank you." Conan said sincerely.

"What are you grateful for?"

"I have always helped me like this." Conan seemed to be moved and moved, which shows his touch.

Chen Xing was silent for a moment, "Because we are friends."

"Yes!" Conan laughed.

Next to "Slutty." Haibara Ai lowered his voice, but there was a hint of smile.

"Don't forget to apply for a card." Chen Xing said quickly as if he remembered something.

"...I can't forget." Conan's mouth twitched, and he was still moved.

...

The next day.

"Have you found a clue?"

In the coffee shop, Amuro came over with a smile, and a plate of cake was placed on the tray in his hand.

Chen Xing first glanced at the pink butter cake before asking, "What clue?"

Tori Amuro said for granted: "It's the boss, you asked me for advice that day."

"Ask a question?" Chen Xing's eyebrows moved.

"I reasoned it should be very reasonable." Amuro said with a smile.

Chen Xing lowered his head and continued reading magazines.

"Tell me, and I have a new cherry-flavored cake." Toru Amuro pushed the cake in front of him.

"No." Chen Xing said.

"What?" Amuro was stunned.

"There is no substantial clue." Chen Xing said while digging a piece of cake with a spoon, "This case is quite complicated, and there may be third-party people."

"Third party person?" Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Chen Xing ate the cake, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but stutter, obviously surprised and satisfied with the taste of the cake.

Amuro smiled in his heart, but he was very modest, "How about it, it's just made in sloppy in his spare time, is it still suitable for the taste?"

Chen Xing hummed, knowing that this guy said this on purpose, but it didn't prevent him from cutting another spoon to satisfy his taste buds.

"You haven't said that you are from a third party." Toru Amuro said.

"Why are you asking about this?" Chen Xing said casually: "This is the police's secret, and I can't say it."

Of course I want to ask clearly how much you know. As Amuro thought so, he stretched out his hand and moved the cake in front of him.

Chen and Xun looked over in confusion.

Toru Amuro said passionately: "I am actually really interested in reasoning. To be honest, the boss said, my dream has always been to become a detective!"

Chen Xing asked, "How come you become a waiter?"

Of course it's because you are here! Amuro Toru coughed lightly, feeling sad, "Because I haven't met a good teacher, I also want to have my own detective office."

"I have dreams." Chen Xing said, and he was about to put another spoon.

But Toru Amuro had already dragged the cake in front of him and sighed: "I thought there would be a case for me to learn, but unfortunately the boss didn't give me this opportunity."

Chen Xing looked at this guy speechlessly.

"I actually made other cakes and new desserts." Toru Amuro asked expectantly: "Boss, do you think I still have a chance?"

"..." Chen Xing.

"I don't know who the third party is, I just have this kind of suspicion." He said: "It seems that the other party is also coming to the murderer of this case."

"Come to the murderer?" Amuro's eyes moved.

Chen Xing waved.

Toru Amuro quickly pushed the cake over and opened a can of coffee for him very considerately.

And Chen Xing just nodded solemnly.

That's all? Amuro Toru looked at the person in front of him and felt inexplicably that he had misjudged the other party.

--In fact, this kid is just a arrogant young master who seems to be cold but actually a bit dark-hearted. He is not a cold-blooded killer in disguise. Perhaps the person who killed Akimi Miyano was actually Gin, and Cognac was framed?

Even when Belmode brought him into the organization, he actually only took a fancy to the background of the Suzuki Consortium?

Amuro shook his head.

Chen Xing looked at this guy's expressions and was a little confused.

-- Could it be that the ingredients were laid in this cake? Bourbon wanted me to be hurt?

His face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but cover his throat.

When Toru Amuro saw it, he was also confused by the black face.

--Am Is my guess right?

The two looked at each other in a daze for a moment.

It was still a call ringtone that broke the strange atmosphere.

Chen Xing looked at the caller ID and it was Conan's.

"I'll go and do it first." Toru Amuro stood up with a conscious smile.

After the others walked away, Chen Xing answered the phone.

"I'm exposed." Conan's tone was deep, and the first sentence he said made him stunned.

"What's the meaning?"

"The dolphin's dorsal fin was taken away, and the Kamen Rider's helmet was also damaged."

"...What are you talking about?" Chen Xing was stunned by his irrelevant words, but he could also hear his obvious nervousness.

"Dolphin is a clay sculpture I made at school, with my fingerprints on it." Conan said solemnly: "Last time I recovered, I played Kamen Rider with Kudo Shinichi's fingerprints on it."

When Chen Xing heard this, he couldn't help but frown, "When did it happen?"

"Just last night." Conan took a deep breath, "after we sorted out the current discovery of serial murders."

Chen Xing looked around and his voice lowered, "So, did Ireland do it?"

"It should be." Conan said in a deep voice: "As you said, on the day of the first search meeting, he saw me chasing Belmode downstairs in disguise, and became suspicious."

"What are your plans now?" Chen Xing said: "I can ask you if there is an Ireland reporting organization."

If you ask who you are, of course you don’t need to say much.
Chapter completed!