I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

After visiting Police Officer Mumu, everyone's life seemed to fall into the ordinary, rare time without killings. Guangyou Conan went to school, school, and office every day, forming a three-point line of life.

Although Conan is a little uncomfortable, Guangyou is enjoying it. In the past few days, Guangyou has knitted two sweaters and sent them out.

The sweater for Yuanzi is blue all over, with a light blue suggested pattern on it, which looks very simple.

What I gave Xiao Ai was a long white sweater with a round neck and tightened cuffs. There were symmetrical patterns on it. The overall size was slightly larger than Xiao Ai's size, but not loose.

To be honest, Guangyou really wants to make a gray, X-back sweater, but that is just an idea that can only exist in his mind. This is the case now, and it will be difficult to say in the future.

Xiao Ai accepted the sweater with joy. It seemed that she had something to do, so she didn't leave much light, and went straight into her room and locked it.

As soon as I returned to the office, I heard Xiaolan’s complaint. Guangyou stepped forward and looked at it, and felt a little disgusted in her heart. Xiaolan was holding a black envelope in her hand. .

The words are not the point, but the point is that these pure white characters are on the pure black envelope, which is very unlucky. These two colors often appear in funerals.

Of course not all black and white are embarrassing. You have to see the specific occasion. Now this black envelope with white characters makes people feel like someone is cursing him at a glance. No matter who sees this mood, It won't be great.

Uncle Maori extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the ashtray. He picked up the envelope and looked at it. There was nothing on the envelope except for the white letters. No matter it was a stamp or the sender, the information was not written.

Opening the envelope, Uncle Maori took out the letter paper from the envelope. He was a little impatient and did not see another piece of paper falling out of the envelope.

Looking at the above content, Uncle Maori nodded clearly: "I admire your wisdom, and specially sent a letter to invite you to have dinner at the house."

As expected by Uncle Maori, this letter is really an invitation or something, "I think there should be someone who wants me to go to their party to add color."

"I don't think so." Guangyou held the paper that just dropped out, "Is there a two million yuan check in the envelope."

Seeing the numbers above, Uncle Maori widened his eyes, and the appearance of falling asleep just now disappeared instantly, as if money symbols appeared in his eyes.

Uncle Maori is also very surprised, why would someone give him money directly, isn't the other party worried that he won't go?

Looking back at the letter carefully, Uncle Maori found in the upper half of the envelope, "The phantom of the son God abandoned."

The strong signal wind made Uncle Maori and Xiaolan somewhat unable to catch their heads, but Conan's eyes flashed a light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his mood at this time.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day written in the invitation letter. As an uncle Maori who has no car at home but can drive, he went to the car rental shop everyday.

Although Uncle Maori had a check for 2 million yuan, he still displayed his stingy nature. He is now bargaining with the employees of the car rental shop.

Uncle Maori took out his VIP card from his car rental shop, put it on the counter and said to the clerk: "For the sake of my frequent visits, it's cheaper."

The clerk was also a little helpless. Although Uncle Maori was a regular customer in the store, every time he rented a car, it didn't end well. The better thing was that the wheel of the car broke down, and the whole car was blown up.

Fortunately, the cars in the store are insured, and the compensation from Uncle Maori was paid in time, but the boss always said he couldn't bear it.

This made the clerk and the boss wonder if it was for this reason that Uncle Maori did not buy a car.

Uncle Maori's VIP card also fully proved the number of times he came. There are two ways to obtain VIP cards in the store, one is directly pre-deposited, and the other is the cumulative consumption amount.

For Uncle Maori, of course, it is the latter. What makes the clerk the most speechless is that the VIP card of Uncle Maori is accumulated through cheap cars time and time again. This number of times cannot be reached by ordinary people.

After several rounds of fighting between Uncle Maori and the clerk, the clerk was defeated and succeeded in getting the car keys for Uncle Maori and giving him a 10% discount.

The clerk saw Conan and Guangyou sitting in the car lying on the window at this time, smiled kindly at the two and waved.

Guangyou and Conan looked at each other and then hid silently.

The clerk's hands stopped in the air, the smile on his face was frozen, and then he hung weakly, and sighed: "It's not my fault that looks distinctive."

After slowing down, the clerk walked to the cab and said to Uncle Mauri through the window: "Mr. Lee, remember to be careful and don't break it again!"

Uncle Maori scratched his head awkwardly, and started the car with a response. The clerk bowed slightly in the direction where Uncle Maori was leaving, and then turned back, screaming, "I hope this car has better luck."

The journey went smoothly, but the address was a bit off. After driving for a day, the street lights were already on, and the sky gradually dimmed, and the invitation was closer.

The car was moving, and suddenly the car bumped, and the sound of metal sliding on the ground was very harsh, which instantly awakened several people resting in the car.

The car came to a halt slowly, only to find that the left rear tire of the car had been flat and a puncture. Guangyou silently overtaken the car. It is estimated that this car will be seen again today.

Uncle Maori opened the trunk and was surprised to find that he did not prepare a spare tire, but fortunately, there was a gas station not far in front of the car.

The anger on Uncle Maori's face was much less, so he went to the gas station.

Soon, the car was on the road. At this time, the sky was a little gloomy, and raindrops fell from time to time. In order to speed up, Uncle Maori took a so-called shortcut.

This shortcut is a forest trail. After the rain, the road is a bit muddy and difficult to walk. Uncle Maori can't help but complain about the bumps along the way: "What a ghost shortcut! I also bought a very expensive map. , If that boss framed me, I would never let him go!"

It seems that I heard Uncle Maori’s complaint. After passing a dirt slope, the car came to a normal road. As the clerk said, although this road is difficult to follow, it is indeed a shortcut. At this time everyone can already see it. The place of invitation-the pavilion at dusk.

The corner of Guangyou's mouth, who was leaning against the window, grinned inadvertently, and the memory of the twilight pavilion in the memory of anyone would be shocked: "Fortune, it's really exciting."

As the car drove, Uncle Maori glanced at the Twilight Pavilion, the gloomy sky, and the dark buildings, all of which made the Twilight Pavilion look like hidden in the dark, only the light still lit inside exposed the house. s position.

"Is it bad to be renamed Vampire House, really."