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Chapter 735 Conan: Why is Uncle Long looking at me so strangely?

"Forehead...................."

Conan was speechless.

If I had known my words would be so effective, I should have spoken up sooner...

Mitsuhiko, standing next to him, scratched his head.

Although Ayumi changed her mind, relieving him of the predicament, Mitsuhiko still felt something was off for some reason...

Only Genta is still shouting there.

"Meow meow, I want ice cream......................"

Seeing this, Tequila couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

He realized that these kids were simply a case of one thing being the nemesis of another!

As soon as Ayumi opened her mouth, Mitsuhiko chickened out; as soon as Conan opened his mouth, Ayumi went soft.......................

And so, the food chain came into being.........................

"OK OK,"

Tequila smiled and said to the children,

"No one needs to compromise; why not just do both things at the same time?"

As he spoke, he looked at Professor Agasa and said to him,

"Doctor, you can take the children to line up for the Ferris wheel later."

"I'll go buy ice cream for the kids............................"

"what?"

Dr. Agasa was slightly taken aback, then looked at the tequila with some gratitude.

"Mr. Long, thank you so much....................."

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright,"

Tequila waved his hand dismissively.

"It's nothing."

"Oh, by the way, when you're in line later, remember to save me a spot, okay? I'll be right back..."

With that, Tequila walked over and started queuing up to buy ice cream.

Professor Agasa, along with several children, began lining up to ride the Ferris wheel.......................

As they walked over there, the children kept talking.

"Uncle Long is so kind, he went to buy us ice cream all by himself!"

"Uncle Long just treated me to an extra eel rice meal!"

"Uncle Long is so amazing..."

"........................"

The children chattered away.

They were about to reach the base of the Ferris wheel and begin queuing to enter...

"But,"

Ayumi suddenly remembered something and spoke with some concern,

"What if Uncle Long comes back late and misses the Ferris wheel?"

Yuan Tai scratched his head.

"This...this doesn't seem to be possible..."

"cut,"

Mitsuhiko pursed his lips.

"It's all your fault!"

"If Uncle Long didn't make it, it's all because you kept insisting on buying ice cream..."

"You, what did you say!"

Genta widened his eyes, attempting to intimidate Mitsuhiko.

However, it was clear that Mitsuhiko wasn't buying it and wasn't intimidated in the slightest....................

Genta could only reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

"Oh, at worst, I'll just take Uncle Long on the Ferris wheel one more time later..."

"Let's not,"

Mitsuhiko couldn't help but complain again.

"Wouldn't that mean Uncle Long would have to spend another penny?"

"this................"

Genta really didn't know what to say.

Conan then stepped in with a smile to smooth things over, saying to them,

"Alright, Uncle Long won't be late."

"There's almost no line for ice cream, and the Ferris wheel line is so long, he'll definitely make it..."

After Conan said that, the children were finally relieved.

They started chattering again, imagining what the Ferris wheel would look like, and what the difference was between this two-wheeled Ferris wheel and a regular one...

In contrast to them, Conan kept rubbing his chin, lost in thought the whole way.

He felt that Uncle Long's gaze towards him today was... somewhat strange.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange, but something just felt off...

This kind of gaze didn't seem to start at the beginning of the day; it seemed to have started around lunchtime...

Could it be...?

Uncle Long has discovered his true identity?!

He knew he was Shinichi Kudo? He knew he was going to fight against that evil organization led by Tooru Amuro?

The thought of this possibility made Conan momentarily flustered...

After playing the role of a child in front of Uncle Long for so long, is it finally time for me to be completely honest with him?

No, that's not right...

Conan frowned, and began to dismiss his own idea again.

Uncle Long probably still doesn't know his own identity.

The way he looked at me was curious, but not in a scrutinizing way.

In other words, he had strange thoughts about himself because of something?

What is it?

Did something happen before lunch?

Conan began to recall, but he still couldn't figure out what he had done to arouse Uncle Dragon's curiosity...........................

After all, I behaved perfectly normally today.

Although I had wanted to encourage Grace before, I got along quite well with her today.

During the dolphin show, I acted like a real six or seven-year-old child...

It should be fine.....................

Conan was puzzled.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it any further. The time and place weren't right; he couldn't afford to dwell on it any longer...

So, Conan looked up, intending to continue playing the role of an elementary school student and chat with the kids...

As soon as Conan looked up, he realized something was wrong...

Eh? !

No, where are the children.....................