Conan's I am Pikachu

You can search for "Conan's I am Pikachu Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Isn't this a normal thing?" Hearing Xiaolan's words, Hattori Heiji said with a pointed smile: "Kudo Shinichi has a cold, and of course Conan..."

Conan was taken aback and stared at Hattori Heiji fiercely before glaring back at what he had said.

"...What's the matter?" Xiaolan looked at Hattori Heiji who was suddenly silent.

Why didn't you say it halfway through?

Also, Shinichi has a cold, what's the matter with Conan?

It's weird...

"No, nothing." Hattori Heiji touched his head awkwardly, just replied like this.

"Don't worry, Sister Xiaolan, it's just a small cold. For me, there is no problem at all." Conan reluctantly cheered up, patted his chest, and said confidently.

"Okay." Xiaolan glanced at them with some suspicion, then nodded, no longer caring about this matter, but said: "I will give you tea and wait for me."

After speaking, Xiao Lan walked to the kitchen.

Uncle Maori happened to be away, and when Xiao Lan left, only Hattori Heiji and Conan were left in this small hall.

The two of them stood still, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and there was a stalemate for a few seconds.

At the end of the day, Hattori Heiji was the first to lose because of his rationale. He smiled bitterly and said, "Well, it's my fault."

"You guys are more reliable, don't expose my identity casually!" Although the other party admitted wrong, Conan was still a bit dissatisfied and complained.

"Sorry." Hattori Heiji put down the backpack he was carrying, unzipped the zipper, and said, "Since you have a cold, then, as compensation for my almost revealing your identity, I will heal you. Catch a cold!"

"Just you?" Conan looked at him suspiciously, feeling very unwilling to believe: "Are you a detective, can heal?"

"Of course I am not a doctor, I just know a little bit of remedy." Hattori smiled, took out a bottle of liquor from his backpack, opened the cork, and poured it into the cup.

"This is Lao Baigan. After drinking it, it can treat a cold." Hattori Heiji handed the cup in his hand to Conan.

"Is it white wine?" Conan stared suspiciously at the wine in his hand, hesitated for a while, and drank it all.

It's just that Conan's drink volume doesn't seem to be very good, or it's because he has a cold now and is in a very bad state, causing him to just drink half a cup of old white dry, and the whole person is dizzy.

With the idea of ​​not being wasted, he drank the remaining half a cup of Laobaigan in one sip, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Hey, Kudo, are you okay!" Hattori Heiji was surprised and asked worriedly.

Did he take the wrong wine?

Is the effect of Laobaigan so obvious?

"Hiccups~" Conan fell on the ground with a dizzy look, blurred vision, flushed face, and burped alcohol, obviously drunk.

"It turned out to be drunk. I thought what happened to you." Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

It's fine.

"I will give you the remaining bottle of Lao Baigan, as my gift to you, even though this gift has been delayed by me for a long time." Hattori Heiji said generously.

At this moment, Xiao Lan came over with the plate, put the tea on the table, and then saw Conan lying on the ground.

The next moment, she rushed over, grabbing Conan’s shoulders, shaking constantly, her face filled with worry: "Conan! What's wrong with you, are you okay?"

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm okay, hiccups~" Conan said in a daze, and then hiccuped.

"What's the matter? Are you drunk?" Xiao Lan opened her eyes wide, with a look of surprise on her face.7 questions novel www.7wxs.com

"Xiao Lan, I gave him a little old white dry, which can treat a cold." Hattori Heiji explained.

"Hattori, you shouldn't just give Conan some messy things, children are not allowed to drink!" Xiaolan couldn't help complaining, and she stopped calling'Mr.' and directly called his last name.

"Sorry." Hattori Heiji apologized again with a wry smile. This is his second apology today.

As soon as the voice fell, another unfamiliar voice rang: "By the way, how long do you want me to ring the doorbell outside?"

A middle-aged woman appeared at the door of the detective office with an unhappy expression: "Is there anyone who receives guests like this?"

"Then, can I ask you busy people to stop first and listen to my commission?"

"Ah, sorry!" Feng Shui took turns. At this time, it was Xiao Lan's turn to apologize. She said apologetically, "I didn't pay attention just now..."

"Forget it, I don't care." The woman said so and walked in.

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After a while, Uncle Maori came back.

Xiao Lan silently changed the tea on the table to coffee, while the middle-aged woman and Uncle Maori sat on the sofa, face to face, talking to each other.

The middle-aged woman with the surname "Tsuji Village" took off her sunglasses, revealing a somewhat aging face, but from some details, it can be seen that she should be a great beauty when she was young.

Her expression was serious, she didn't look like an easy-going person, she reached out to take out a pile of materials from the inside of the coat and put it on the table.

"I came to entrust you this time to ask you to help investigate the character and character of my son's girlfriend..."

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Half an hour later...

Tsuji Village House.

Under the leadership of Mrs. Tsujimura, the entrusted uncle Maori and his party came here. Of course, there was one more Hattori Heiji who came here voluntarily.

Last time, Hattori Heiji wanted to compare with Kudo Shinichi, who is the strongest detective in the island country. As a result, as a reduced version of Shinichi, Conan directly defeated Hattori Heiji by improper means, and then used His identity completed the reasoning.

This makes him very unhappy.

As a detective, how can there be such a competition?

Just this time, when he came to visit, Uncle Maori encountered a commission, and Conan was going to go, and of course he would go with him.

In any case, let's decide the winner!

Kudo Shinichi!

Hattori Heiji thought silently, his eyes flashing with strong confidence, and the corners of his mouth slightly cocked, as if he was already imagining the scene of his victory over Kudo Shinichi.

"Madam, you are back."

The housekeeper of Tsujimura's family stood at the door of the house, welcoming Mrs. Tsujimura's return.

"Master?" Mrs. Tsujimura said in a nonchalant manner, her face still so cold.

"Master should be in the study." The housekeeper, who has long been accustomed to Mrs. Tsujimura's character, replied as usual.

"By the way, ma'am, who are these?" The butler asked with some doubts when seeing the Maori who followed Mrs. Tsujimura.

"They are my friends." Mrs. Tsujimura said casually, seeming casually.