Mikacho, Didan Primary School.

"I still haven't entrusted it today. Why do you live so safe and peaceful every day?"

Yuan Tai complained about the boredom after school, and seemed to have not noticed that he had repeated this sentence many times.

"There will be a holiday tomorrow, otherwise we will play baseball!"

There are many citizen parks in big cities like Tokyo and Osaka Prefecture. A small piece of land is enclosed to build a park for children to play every day.

Larger parks will also plant cherry blossoms for viewing. When spring is in full bloom, it will serve as a place for citizens to go out for spring picnics.

Baseball, a sport that requires extremely low venues, complements Tokyo's numerous small parks.

"Okay!"

"I have no objection." Conan's favorite sport is football, but he has no objection to playing baseball.

After all, baseball is the largest ball in Japan, and boys can play more or less. Of course, like those bad men, they may not be baseball if they use ball sticks.

"Haihara classmate, aren't you going?"

"I won't go, I have something to do tomorrow."

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"There is a writer who I think is pretty good and is going to hold a signing meeting. I plan to go to the scene." Haibara Ai has read the book written by the author of the signing meeting, but she is not very interested in the mystery work.

But this work is not just for her own purchase.

“What kind of writer signing party is it?”

“Is it from JUMP?!”

"Idiot, that's a cartoonist."

Haibara Ai shook his head and said in an adult tone: "It's a sales writer."

Other children did not ask much about the writer Haibara Ai said, but only showed the curiosity that children should have.

Only Conan's face suddenly turned like a ghost: "The crying in the coffin?"

"You read his books too? That's right."

Haibara Ai didn't think anything strange about Conan's book that he could read the crying sounds in the coffin. The famous detective looked at the reasoning like a housewife, and there was no surprise.

"Ah, ah, ah, right, I'll read his book, too."

Looking at Conan's resentful face and resentful voice, Haibara Ai continued to ask: "Will you go to tomorrow's sales signing meeting?"

"Don't go!"

"Oh?" Ai Haibara looked at Conan with suspicious eyes, "I always feel like there is something inside."

“…”

"You won't know the teacher who wrote reasoning, considering that your father is a well-known reasoningist, it's not impossible."

Faced with Ai Haibara's speculation, Conan was silent for a while before saying, "Anyway, you will know if you go to the scene tomorrow."

Conan was also a little bit ill-intentioned at this time, but unfortunately he couldn't go to the scene in person tomorrow. He saw Ai Haibara's frightened expression.

“Oh~”

When Conan returned home, he saw Kogoro Mouri who was sitting on a chair.

Kogoro Mouri often feels depressed from time to time, just as he always feels happy after drinking from time to time.

I don’t know what happened this time that Kogoro Mouri was in a bad mood.

Before Ran Maori asked, Kogoro Maori said to himself: "It really made the annoying Mito Koko guess correctly. The murderer was indeed the university professor."

"Because I had a relationship with Kimiko Shirama, Kimiko Shirama used this as a handle to blackmail and ask for the superior to replace the original wife, there is really no novelty."

"And, the professor actually said that it has nothing to do with Journey to the West, it's really..."

Kogoro Mouri put his hands behind his head and his legs on the table, looking very unhappy.

Hey hey hey, this is not a guess at all, it depends on reasoning. Conan Edogawa looked at Kogoro Mori speechlessly, and didn't know what to say about Kogoro Mori's double standards.

If this were made by him "self", he would have been so proud that his tail would be soaring to the sky and would happily take him out for a meal.

Wait for a while, if you think about it this way, it seems like a loss. You can take the opportunity to have a meal.

Looking at the back of Kogoro Mori's neck, Conan Edogawa decided that he would never slow down half a beat again and must have the anesthesia needles pierced quickly and harshly.

Kogoro Mouri suddenly turned his head and looked at Conan: "Hey, kid, do you have something to do tomorrow?"

"I need to play baseball with my buddies tomorrow morning."

"Oh! That's nothing." Kogoro Mouri was planning for Conan on his own, "Then go to Chiyoda with me tomorrow afternoon."

“What are you going there to do?”

"I have a writer who happens to hold a signing party tomorrow and will take you to see it for a long time."

"I don't want it..."

He has seen too much about signing and writer friends since he was a child, and he said: "The writer friends you mentioned are not teenagers, are they?"

"Ha? How is it possible? I will become friends with a kid of that age?" Kogoro Mori waved his hand, "He is an old writer who has been famous for a long time. You know "The Mystery of the Zodiac Killing" and it was written by him."

"It turned out to be Mr. Dago."

Yes, Conan grinned. Thinking about it, it was impossible that it was that guy Mito. Kogoro Mouri was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he could become Mitotsuki in the blink of an eye that he was a good friend of Kogoro.

……………………

The process of signing the sales meeting is very simple, no more complicated than the entry, warm-up, speech, interaction, performance, group photo of idol stars...

All Mito Tsuki needs to do is sit there and sign, and even the opening remarks are just written.

He is not a singer or a politician who likes to show off, nor is he a politician who attracts votes. He has less open skills, after all, his works are more good at speaking than people.

Sell ​​books and autographs directly, let alone take photos, even the handshake process can be omitted.

Besides, although there are card cameras in this era, it is not as convenient as a smartphone.

After all, most of the people in the group of writers can only be said to be ordinary, so those who are handsome and beautiful should give up writing as soon as possible.

But Mito is an anomaly.

"I don't look like a book writer at all."

Nabi Shin-sama can only evaluate Mito Tsuki in this way.

"Editor Nabi, what did you say just now?"

"Ah, I mean, Mr. Mito, your signing will be from 9:00 a.m. to 1:30, resting until one o'clock, and then going until four o'clock in the afternoon. What do you think of this time arrangement?"

"No problem, I've seen all the precautions."

"Well, although it seems very simple, it is actually a physical job that cannot be underestimated, Mr. Mito." Nabi Shiyuan continued at this time, "There is another special news."

"What news?"
Chapter completed!