After a while, Belmode nodded: "Okay, it seems I can only go to the beauty room myself."

In this way, Shin-Han solved the only problem.

It is a good idea to use Conan and Maori Ran to threaten Belmode, and it is a great opportunity.

"Mezcal." Belmode, behind him, suddenly called out.

The little waiter who had not been named continued to move forward.

Belmode stared at his back, his voice a little cold: "Next time, it will be useless for you to mention anyone."

Xinfan kept walking, but just sighed in his heart. Belmode's patience was indeed limited.

But...Who mentioned Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mori just now? It was just Belmode's own imagination. Mezcal is still staying in the room now!

...

On the other side of the ocean, Matsuda Mitsuta was struggling with his wet hair and a towel, struggling to fight against the computer.

"Ahhhh! That bastard Zhu Fu Jingguang! He would better not let me see him, otherwise I would definitely let him know what the real hell is!!"

It was already very late, and everyone else was ready to go to bed. Only him, and he had to be pulled up to work by Zhu Fu Jingguang! And this overtime work may last eight or nine hours!

Didn’t Zhu Fu Jingguang know that the time difference between the United States and Japan is half a day?

As a patient, Matsuda Hatsuhei felt that he had to fight for his legitimate interests!

The device that Nobuki brought with him could indeed modify the positioning and audio independently, but those premises were that the modification was not large, the meticulousness was not high, and Nobuki himself was present. Today, the practice of disappearing the whole person was free, Nobuki was only suffering from the patient Matsuda Miyahira, and had to get up from the bed to work for him.

The door was knocked from outside, and Matsuda Mitsuhei didn't hear it because he was too focused.

Zhu Fu Gaoming knocked twice, and found that he could only hear Matsuda Jinping's complaints, but no one opened the door for him. So he had to push the door unpolitely and enter.

In Zhu Fu Gaoming's eyes, Matsuda Jinping was sitting on the head of the bed with no image, typing on the keyboard with one hand and holding a half-chewed watermelon with one tooth.

"Matsuda Jun." Zhu Fu Gaoming called helplessly.

This time, Matsuda Jinhei finally heard: "Ah, it's Brother Gao Ming. Is there anything I can say about it tomorrow?"

Although he kept complaining about someone's unrighteous behavior, Matsuda Hatsuhira actually attached great importance to this sudden task, and he did not want Jingguang to be exposed because of his own reasons.

"Yes." Zhu Fu Gaoming replied in a low voice, "I'm just here to remind you that we will go to the police station together tomorrow morning to see Mr. Jiang Gu."

"good!"

Seeing that he agreed, Zhu Fu Gaoming did not stay here anymore. He gently exited the room and closed the door.

When he was the only one left in the room again, Matsuda Jinhei suddenly reacted!

Wait, I'm going to the police station tomorrow morning? Then won't he have to stay up all night tonight?!

Sure enough, Zhu Fu Jingguang and Jiang Guling did not have a good egg!!

...

Xin Qian changed his face and clothes in the public bathroom near the hotel. Now he looks like an ordinary Asian tourist coming to the United States.

His bag has a backpack that can be compressed and stored, and after being unfolded, it can be filled with everything.

According to the location of the tracker, Conan and the others are still in the hotel, and Nobuhito can wait for a while before meeting the target.

Yes, he never makes meaningless movements, and patting Conan on the shoulder is to install a tracker.
Chapter completed!