novelraw Chapter 282 The Missing Organizer
Chapter 282 The Missing Organizer
Chapter 282 The Missing Organizer
"Akutagawa Hiko and Hattori Heiji, right? They are indeed frequently seen on television and in newspapers—although I don't know why they couldn't find his picture in the photos when Osaka reported on him, but they can be considered celebrities for now."
Upon hearing this, Conan couldn't help but burst out laughing. He quickly coughed a few times to cover it up, only to be glared at fiercely by Hattori Heiji, whose face darkened even more.
Those who know, know. With Hattori Heiji's face, if he doesn't smile and show his teeth, there's no way to spot him in the photos that accompany the newspaper.
Toba Kento raised his head and said disdainfully, "You two are indeed quite intelligent, but if it were me, I could easily solve those cases too. Don't look down on me just because a few ignorant people are praising me."
Kento Toba's girlfriend smiled and said casually, "That's right, and you probably can't even compare to Watson, who's by Holmes' side."
The dismissive tone caused even the other fans present to frown.
Although they genuinely believe that Sherlock Holmes is the greatest detective and Conan Doyle is the greatest detective novelist, this does not prevent them from admiring the real-life detectives and detective novelists.
The possibility that someone who has solved so many cases and accumulated such a great reputation is incompetent is extremely slim. These are people who have made significant contributions to society. When did it become the place for these two young people to belittle them?
Their disdainful tone made them sound like famous detectives.
Do you really think that just because you've read a few detective novels, you can criticize famous detectives with verifiable records?
Especially the astrologer Maria Toda, after that fleeting glimpse, she could no longer regard this detective as an ordinary person.
These two actually dared to provoke us. Could it be that they wanted to use the reputations of two celebrities to gain more influence within the group?
I need to stay away from the two of them for a while to prevent blood from splattering on her.
After managing to stabilize the situation, Hiroyuki Kanaya began to arrange the itinerary for the next few days.
As the organizer, and with the book as a prize in hand, he had to give him face, so everyone quieted down when he clapped to attract everyone's attention.
"Very good, it's getting late. Please go back to your rooms and rest. Starting tomorrow, we'll have breakfast at 9 a.m., lunch at 1 p.m., and dinner at 8 p.m. After dinner, we'll have the highlight of the year—an ultra-difficult reasoning quiz."
The person ranked first will naturally receive a first edition of "A Study in Scarlet".
This is an irresistible temptation for Sherlock Holmes fans.
"However, to prove that everyone is a true Sherlock Holmes fan and qualified to participate in the super-difficult reasoning quiz, you need to fill out the 1000 Sherlock Holmes questions given to you by the maid beforehand. Only those who score 990 or higher are eligible!"
The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "What happens if I don't get 990 points?"
Hiroyuki Kanaya sneered, "Hmph, is that even a question? This kind of clueless, pretentious Sherlock Holmes fanboy should get out of my hotel immediately. He doesn't deserve to stay here!"
In this respect, Akutagawa Hiko and Hattori Heiji received preferential treatment, as they could choose to skip answering questions and directly participate in the final reasoning question.
However, in return, the two must give professional comments and speeches at the end.
Hattori Heiji, who had given up on competing for the book collection, was naturally indifferent, and Akutagawa Hiko had no intention of humiliating himself, so neither of them accepted the thick stack of questionnaires.
Conan, however, was quite interested in this. He considered himself a true Sherlock Holmes fan, and a mere thousand related questions could not possibly stump him.
Back in his room, the first thing Akutagawa Hiko saw was the "electric eye" that was blatantly hanging on the wall. However, according to his observation, it was just a showpiece, and the listening device that Kanaya Hiroyuki mentioned did not exist.
That makes sense. If every room were equipped with surveillance cameras, it would definitely be equivalent to Tokyo's annual sales, and it would be difficult to find a source of supply.
Besides, this is a hotel. Even if there are few guests, it still needs to do business. Why would it invite such obvious surveillance?
Conan, being a child, naturally wouldn't have a separate room. After seeing off Hattori Heiji, who had come to visit, Akutagawa Hiko, somewhat helplessly, propped his head up and watched Conan answer questions earnestly, just like a child.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Akutagawa Hiko took out a scroll, intending to use the time to review the ninjutsu he had just learned.
When Akutagawa Hiko woke up, he found that Conan was still seriously answering questions.
He glanced at the clock: "Conan, it's already four o'clock. Aren't you tired?"
If Conan had put that same effort into training, he would have already beaten up Gin and kicked the distillery by now.
At that moment, Akutagawa Hiko felt the heartache of an old father.
My own son is so irresponsible, indulging in "games" and neglecting his studies, resulting in terrible grades.
Time flew by, and it was dinner time on the second day. After everyone had eaten their fill and enjoyed the sumptuous dishes, leaving a mess on the table, they did not see the hotel owner who was supposed to appear at this time.
After each of them presented their Sherlock Holmes 1000 Questions, one of them looked at the busy waitress and said, "It's already this late, hurry up and call your boss out so we can change the questions, and then we can start the part we've been waiting for!"
It was already 9:20 after dinner, but Hiroyuki Kanaya still hadn't shown up. Since dinner was served to calm everyone down, no one said anything too extreme.
But when midnight arrived, even the best patience would eventually wear thin. The middle-aged man slammed his fist on the table and stood up, yelling, "Damn it, I can't take it anymore! I'm going back to my room to sleep!"
In a fit of rage, he even tore his day's work to shreds, almost like a paper shredder. The astrologer, looking exhausted, yawned, propping his head up with one hand: "Looks like the rumors are true—"
"Everyone says that giving away that first edition of the book was a big scam. They always made the questions too difficult so that no one could get them all right. The real purpose was just to show off his collection to Sherlock Holmes fans."
Akutagawa Hiko asked, "So you think Mr. Kanaya learned through surveillance and eavesdropping that most people who come here are truly skilled, and that's why he doesn't dare to show up?"
After a moment of realization, the astrologer nodded sharply: "That's exactly what I think."
Akutagawa Hiko stroked his chin and looked at the bewildered waitress: "But, based on my observation, at least the surveillance cameras in my room are fake, and there are no listening devices. The other rooms are the same, right?"