Conan's Mori Kogoro

"You'll know after playing, but you can't tell your mother!"

Bumei's eyes lit up: "Are you playing games with Xiao Ai, Uncle?"

Mouri Kogoro's big hand stroked Ayumi's small soft back: "It's very close, but Ayumi can't do those games all at once, but take it slowly."

When saying this, Mouri Kogoro's finger lightly tapped on Ayumi's nose.

But soon, Bu Mei's cute little silkworm frowned: "But Xiao Ai said that only she can do those games with uncle, she won't let us do it!"

"Then don't tell Xiao Ai. If Stepme does a good job, Uncle will reward you with a big strawberry-flavored ice cream!"

Kogoro Mouri blinked, and there seemed to be an evil light.

The innocent little Lolita grabbed what was in her hand and twisted her waist excitedly: "Good! Good! Ice cream, I like ice cream the most. Uncle, let’s play a game. I will definitely win. ."

Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro showed a satisfied smile on his face.

In the central control room on the eighth floor, no one paid attention to the things on the monitoring screen anymore. They did not pay attention to the life and death of the three small ones, and started the game.

In the reading room on the first floor, Conan, Yuanta, and Mitsuhiko were in a dire situation.

When they heard the footsteps of the leather shoes coming closer, their heartbeats continued to accelerate.

Curator Jinchuan held the iron rod in his hand, turned on the lights, and then patrolled the rows of bookshelves.

"No!"

"No!"

"still none!"

This skeleton-looking curator walked to the end of the reading room, but he couldn't find where the third minor was, and his face was full of anger.

He immediately roared, and his voice was as sharp as an eunuch: "Damn devil, you are playing tricks on me again. I must kill you and kill you!"

Immediately afterwards, Curator Jinchuan, who roared like an evil spirit, trembled as if he was ill, and the voice in his mouth became a sharp panting.

Curator Jinchuan dropped the iron rod in his hand, and then took out from his arms something like a glass pipe, which was full of white powder.

He ignited the ignitor underneath quickly, and then took a sharp sip.

The whole talent groaned happily, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.

Throughout the whole process, Conan Sanxiao in the dark could only hear the sound, and could not tell what was happening outside, each of them kept sweating on their faces.

Curator Jinchuan regained his energy after taking a few sips. He put the glass cigarette pot back away, then took the iron rod and walked out.

"It looks like these little ghosts really took the elevator upstairs, and they have to look for it again!"

Conan, Yuanta, and Mitsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps kept going away.

According to Conan's strategy, Genta and Mitsuhiko hid in the movable bookshelf on the wall.There is a rotating iron handle next to the movable bookshelf, which can rotate and then control the bookshelf to move back and forth. Conan let the two lie in, and then rotate the iron handle to make the bookshelf stick to the wall.

Curator Jinchuan didn't notice the mobile bookshelf on the wall, and didn't find Genta and Mitsuhiko.

As for Conan, he took advantage of the blind area of ​​human psychology and hid in the iron cabinet with drawers opened.

All four drawers in the iron cabinet were pulled out, and there was a space behind them to hide people.

But when ordinary people saw this scene, they felt that the drawer was opened like this, and the contents in it were all in sight, so they didn't pay attention.

Curator Jinchuan just glanced at it and walked away.

Hearing that there were no more footsteps outside, Yuanta relaxed, unable to hold back his sphincter, and let out a chain of fart.

Mitsuhiko, who happened to be lying on his buttocks, was stunned and sucked in all the serial farts, and his pockmarked face instantly turned blue.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to squeeze Yuantai's ass, and said with a pinch of his throat: "Yuantai, you are going to take the fart back, it's stinking."

Under the pain, Yuantai couldn't help but struggled: "This is out of my control, how can it be brought back, hey, don't pinch me, pinch me to fart again."

Puff puff puff puff puff!!!

Another extremely powerful serial fart hit Guangyan's pockmark face, and his pockmarked face turned from blue to purple.

The two immediately quarreled, and the bookshelf against the wall kept arguing and flapping.

"Conan, come and save me!"

Hearing the quarrel, Conan was so frightened that he quickly pushed open the iron drawers and ran out of the iron cabinet.

Then he climbed onto the mobile bookshelf and twisted the rotary switch on the mobile bookshelf with difficulty.

The bookshelf moved back step by step, leaving a gap shortly afterwards, and Conan's face turned blue with a stench.

Then Xiao Pang Dun Yuanta rolled down from the bookshelf, and Guangyan fell on top of him behind him, muttering, "Finally saved."

The stench finally escaped, and Conan pinched his nose with disgust: "Genta, what have you eaten today, it's really disgusting!"

Yuan Tai touched her head: "It's nothing, I ate curry bibimbap in the morning, and then I ate the particularly delicious durian. I went to eat cake with you at noon."

Hearing the word durian, Guangyan couldn't help but vomited against the wall.

Conan can only cover his face silently: They are really two pig teammates!

Finally, when Mitsuhiko recovered, Conan started giving orders again: "Now that the old curator has been led upstairs by us, we have a little time to plan."

"Now the first floor is all locked up, we can't get out, the phone line is cut off, and we have no contact with the outside world."

"In this case, there are only two ways. Can you choose?"

"Which two methods?"

"One is to completely defeat the old curator and use his cell phone to call the police, and the other is to continue hiding until tomorrow. When the library opens tomorrow, we will win."

"Which one do you choose?"

Yuanta frowned, with a worried expression on her face: "But where is Ayumi? Ayumi was taken away by the old curator. If we don't save her, Ayumi will definitely be in danger."

Mitsuhiko also nodded: "Yes, we must save Bu Mei back. Let's choose to defeat the old curator together."

Speaking of this, a bright light appeared in Mitsuhiko's eyes, and a smile hung on his face: Maybe after I rescued Stepmi, she would like me for it!

Poor Mitsuhiko and Genta, neither of them knew how happy Ayumi, who they were worried about, was living with Moori Kogoro at the moment!

Item 0044

In the control room on the eighth floor, Kogoro Mouri stroked Ayumi's head with a smile on his face.