Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

Chapter 736 Curaçao: I'm kind of enjoying this flattery.............

"Hey? Big sister, your hair looks weird, it's silver..."

"You idiot Genta, of course this is dyed!"

"No, I think your hair is so beautiful, just like Ai's..."

“......................”

Conan turned around following the sound and saw several children surrounding a young woman with long silver hair, chattering away.

He couldn't help but wipe away a bead of sweat.

Honestly, kids will be kids. They don't even know the people, and they just go and surround them...

Yeah, that's normal. After all, Ayumi and the other two are all high-achieving students, and they get to know many people this directly...

Over there, the woman with long silver hair was inexplicably surrounded by several children, and she was completely stunned.

She subconsciously glanced around at her surroundings, a hint of wariness slowly creeping into her eyes...

These kids are a bit annoying, and their arrival was quite sudden. Could it be...?

It was those intelligence agencies who created this to distract me, then wait to arrest me at any moment...

However, this vigilance didn't last long, as it was interrupted by the words of several children...

"Sister, what's your name?"

Ayumi looked up with curiosity, her big eyes blinking as she stared at the silver-haired woman.

Are you a foreigner?

"I guess so,"

Genta chuckled mischievously, pointed at the silver-haired woman, and said to Ayumi,

"That's why this older sister hasn't answered us yet!"

"She probably doesn't understand what we're saying..."

"Oh? I see..."

Ayumi was somewhat disappointed.

I thought meeting a pretty older sister would be interesting, but I didn't expect to not be able to understand what they were saying...

Mitsuhiko was also a little disappointed; he almost got to chat up the pretty lady again, what a pity...

"Hey Hey hey,"

The silver-haired woman finally couldn't hold back any longer and interrupted the children's seemingly muttering conversation.

"Who says I can't understand Japanese!"

"I haven't answered you yet, okay?............................."

"Eh?!"

The children were immediately delighted.

They took turns saying a few words, and started chattering on and on about the silver-haired woman...

"Sister, can you tell me if your hair is natural or dyed?"

"Sister, your pupils look so unique, are they natural?"

"Sister, are you going to ride the Ferris wheel later too?"

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

The children each chimed in with their own comments, leaving the silver-haired woman exasperated and rubbing her forehead in exasperation.

What are you trying to achieve by asking one question after another?

Can the image answer your questions itself?

But you didn't even give us a chance to answer.........................

"OK OK,"

The silver-haired woman gestured for the three children to quiet down.

"One at a time, I'll answer you one by one, okay?"

"Oh, okay, okay..."

The three little ones nodded at the same time, behaving very obediently.

The silver-haired woman's lips twitched.

Let's answer the first question first.

“My name is Curaçao, and I am definitely not Japanese.”

"Wow--"

The three little ones exclaimed in unison.

They're foreigners!

They actually managed to strike up a conversation with a foreigner today.....................

Curaçao's lips twitched again.

Seriously, what's going on? I'm not some big star, why do I feel like I'm at a fan meeting?

However, this feeling doesn't seem so bad...

"Cough cough................."

Curaçao coughed lightly twice, concealing his inner smugness, and continued,

"The second question—"

"My hair is natural, my eyes are natural..."

"Wow--"

The three little ones started exclaiming in surprise again.

Natural silver hair, so amazing...

And those unique pupils... this sister is truly amazing......................

For some reason, Curaçao was able to discern these thoughts from the three little ones' exclamations.

A smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Is your own hair, your own pupils, really that amazing...?

Back when I was in the organization, no one ever praised me like this...