Conan's I am Pikachu

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"You will know if I follow." Ze Yu did not refute the uncle, but said it faintly.

He prefer to speak with the truth than the argument, because this is more expensive.

Ze Yu left the park, walked around the environment, slightly after confirming, walked to a street.

Uncle has some hesitant, but at this time, the juvenile detective group did not hesitate to follow.

Because the afraid of being lost, Uncle has not been thinking about thinking, and keep up with the next consciousness.

This is half an hour.

"Why didn't you come yet?" Uncle has some hesitation, he is still not trusting Ze Yu.

"Uncle, you are too patient?" Yuan Tai 's eyes flashed, said: "Our little child is too far away, is you too arrogant?"

Uncle has some embarrassment, simply closing.

"Don't worry, it is coming." Ze Yu is light, bypassing several streets, came to a warehouse.

"It's here." Ze Yu looked at the staple door in front of him and said calm.

"This door is locked." Uncle said some headache: "I will not unlock, what should I do?"

"Uncle, how can you not have it?" Yuan Tai looked at the other party and once again expressed despise.

The voice falls, Yuan is too late to grab the oil tank bucket on the ground, and smashed it directly to the door.

boom!

Just listening to a loud noise, the staple door is turned out of the tank barrel.

"This ..." Seeing this scene, Uncle was shocked and widened, and the whole person was.

This little fat man, is so big?

"Let's go." Yuan said, and random patted his hand and walked forward to the warehouse.

In fact, as a primary school student, Yuan Tai naturally is not so big, you can raise the tank barrel.

He can do this because he is using the ability of 'electromagnetic finger'.

Wearing the long ring, Yuan too touched some hidden features of this ring.

In addition to being able to manipulate the metal, the yuan is too much with the palm of the palm to protect the metal item, and the weight of the object can be greatly canceled.

Even if it is a few hundred pounds of steel, Yuan is too easy to raise, but if it is a non-metallic object, he can't do it.

The words retired.

Seeing Yuan Too into the warehouse, everyone behind him quickly followed, and walked into the warehouse.

The warehouse is dark, only one window, irradiating a warm sunshine, which is the only shining in the warehouse.

The bottom of this sunshine has a little boy sitting on the chair. He is very cute, holding a pen in his hand, very seriously painting in front of the book.

"Qiofu!"

Seeing this little boy, Uncle can't control your emotions, and tears in an instant.

He shouted, while tears ran over, hugging the little boy tightly.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" The little boy put down the paint brush in his hand and asked.

"You have nothing to do, it is so good." Uncle said something like it.

"How can I do something?" The little boy smiled, reached out of the tender little hand, wiped the tears of the big uncle, comforted: "Don't cry, don't look good."

Ze Yu's light face finally came to a smile, looked at them quietly.

At this time, a buzzing sound behind everyone: "Who are you?"

Ze Yu converges a smile, turns it, looking at the man with a clown mask standing at the gate.

"Are you a clown? Is you kidnapped in the autumn?" Hongshu frowned wrinkled, asked.

"How is it!" The man wearing a clown mask, said angry: "You have a malicious mouse, I have found it here, see that I solved you!"

After finishing, he raised the iron rod in his hand, rushed over, hiding the face under the mask, full of .

"Be careful!" Uncle put down his own big master, turned his head and exclaimed.

Hong Tao did not panic, smiled, lifted the calf, and kicked it directly.

The clown runs very quickly, because of the impact of inertia, when he noticed that the calf kicked from the trek, it was too late to avoid it.

A little, the clown fell to the ground, the mask broke, and the iron bars in the hand fell on the ground.

"It hurts ..." The clown screamed, just wanted to stand up, Honghu will do it.

When he felked in the neck of the clown, he went down the clown whole people, twitching, there was no movement.

"Hongshu." Step like a woman, asked some concerns: "You will not kill him?"

"Should ... won't it?" Hongshu has a little embarrassing hair, smiling: "I will not control the strength."

"So, I don't like fight, if I have a mistake, it is easy to kill people." Hong Zhuyi's helplessness.

"But this guy suddenly rushed to me, even if I didn't want to do it, I can only start it."

"Don't worry." Ze Yu came over and looked at the clown on the ground.

"He just fainted, there is still breathing, can't die." Ze Yu said.

"That's good." Wen Yan, Hong Shu Song is a breath, finally rest assured.

Ze Yu smiled.

In fact, there is still a sentence.

Hong Tao did not control the strength, he just hit the boxing, the strength is too big.

Although the clown is not killed, it is also seriously injured, it is estimated that it is a week to lying on the bed.

Ze Yu is very clear about the injury in the clown, and also knows the consequences of the clown, but he doesn't want to say, so he will soon destroy the mood of Honghua.

In the eyes of Ze Yu, a gangster's injury is obviously important than the mood of Honghua.

As long as the Hongshu did not kill the gangsters, Ze Yu won't make a lot of people.

At this time, the uncle came over, said very grateful: "Everyone, thank you for rescue my young master, thank you, please go to the president of the President with me!"

"The President will definitely pay your kindness with the most grand attitude."

"Remarking the kindness? No need." Yuan is too honest and smiling, saying that he said: "Although we rescued the autumn, it was only a lively."

"Don't talk about any kindness."

"In any case, you have rescued young masters, this is the fact that you can't argue." Uncle's expression is very serious, the attitude of the dedication is obviously the younger detective group.

"I am sincerely invited to be a few, and I will go to the President of the President and celebrate."

"Is there a gourmet?" Yuan too casually asked.