At 4:30 in the afternoon, Maori Detective Office.

At the desk, under Xiaolan’s “supervision”, Uncle Maori had already packed it up, sitting in a chair with a sham, and looking at the newspaper with a fake model, Xiaolan rubbed the bookcase with a rag, and Conan sat. On the sofa, pretending to write homework.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded outside the door.

Xiaolan, who was busy, quickly shouted "come", then went to the door and opened the door. I saw three men standing at the door. One of them took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, this lady, please ask Maori. Is Mr. there? We just called..."

"Of course, you are invited." Xiaolan slightly sideways, made a "please" gesture, and then to the Maori uncle in front of the desk, "Dad, the guest who made a reservation before."

"Well, I know."

Uncle Maori was a little bit forced once he got up, he stood up and walked to the three people and said: "Hello, swearing Maori Kogoro, I have already heard the meaning of you, please sit on the sofa. Talk slowly... Xiaolan, trouble you to prepare some drinks!"

"Okay, Dad!" Xiaolan nodded.

The three men and Uncle Maori were polite and sat together on the sofa. Xiaolan also brought a drink. Conan picked up the book and listened boringly at the side. He looked at the door and was ready to look for opportunities. Open slip.

Uncle Maori and their guests set a few words, and quickly figured out their identity and intentions -

The three of them are called Baker Baker Road, Naito Dingping, and Sima Malong, which belong to three game companies. They each entrusted the same game software designer to design game software for Go, Chess and Chess without knowing it. The game software designer played a missing.

Seeing that the delivery time is approaching, they came together to find Uncle Maori to find someone to find the designer!

Uncle Maori’s mind cleared the situation and asked: “So, you are all the people in the game company. The person you are looking for is a game software designer. He disappeared a week ago. Right?"

"Yes! This guy will be missing when he arrives at the game software he designed."

"Because he has had this situation many times before, so this time should be the same!"

"Yeah! When he was missing last time, we used to ask the police for help. But it was a **** head, so this time we discussed it and came to you for help..."

"..."

The three men "Balaba" said a pass, then saw a man took a photo from his pocket and handed it to Uncle Maori: "Look, this is the photo of the game software designer... ”

Uncle Maori took the photo and frowned with a bang: "...this person seems to be quite familiar..."

Uncle Maori said, just listen to a man and immediately said: "...you will feel that he is familiar with it. After all, Mr. Bancang Zhuo is famous in the cg world, but he later gave up because of poor eyesight. Cg, specializing in games..."

Hearing the name "Pang Cang Zhuo", Conan, who was absent-minded, shrank, and then grabbed the photo from Uncle Maori: "Let me see!"

Damn it! This person is really a board warehouse!

Judging from the clues he has now, there is definitely a certain implicature between the board and the organization. Now that Cangcang is missing, is it really...

Conan thought in his heart, his eyes involuntarily smashed, and then he hurriedly asked: "...How did you know that he was missing? Also, before he disappeared, did he contact any strange people?"

When Conan’s voice fell, the three men were all slightly stunned, and Maori’s uncle “snapped”, and then “duang” hit a head with Conan’s head: “Little devil, don’t mess, give me a go. !~"

Nima! Uncle Maori, how do you beat me? My poor brain...

Conan's mouth twitched twice, and then a big bag on his head moved to the side, and Uncle Maori apologized to the three men with a smile: "Sorry, this little devil is too naughty... But then, how do you know that Mr. Bancang is missing?"

"That was his own email to tell us!" Naito Dingping immediately replied, then pulled out a laptop from the bag and opened it to the uncle Maori. "Look, a week ago, we three I received this email at the same time, and then we can't contact him..."

Conan and Maori uncle quickly looked at the notebook screen, only to see a video shown above.

The picture in the video should be the room of a hotel. The barn is squatting on the chair with Erlang legs, and there is a chess, chess, chess game next to it. It is very casual to say, "It’s very tired recently, so find a place to vacation." And so on.

Uncle Maori looked at the video carefully and then “snapped” a voice: “...this place is a hotel? You said that he is a very famous designer... then he should not be kidnapped by anyone. Home hotel, design software for them?"

"Oh... this shouldn't be possible?" Naito Dingping smiled and smiled, his tone was not sure, and Ma Malongjie reached out and held his chin:

"This is... this is not impossible! I remember, when I went to Mr. Bancang once, I once saw a big man dressed in black clothes and said that Kansai was from Mr. Bancun’s office. Inside, I said, 'If you don’t know how to work, don’t blame me for not doing it...”

Wearing black clothes? Said Kansai cavity?

Listening to this description, Conan filtered the information known in his mind, and a figure emerged in his mind—

In other words, is this guy talking about... agave? !

Conan brows, followed by Xiang Ma Longjie to look at Naito Dingping and Baker Baker Road: "You should know that person too? He also appeared in the game conference in Manchuria before, but it seems to be killed. Up..."

Mommy! Really agave? !

In this way, he has a relationship with the black organization, which can be a real hammer!

As for what is the relationship between them, then only find the board Cangzhuo himself, ask a clear!

Conan thought in his heart, slightly raised his eyes, and Uncle Maori held his chin again: "...therefore, that person has been killed, so it is absolutely not his right! Do you say..."

Uncle Maori suddenly opened his brain: "...There is still a huge organization behind that person, can you kidnap Mr. Bancang?"