I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Xiao Lan, who was said to be a little embarrassed, blushed and shouted dissatisfied with the garden: "What are you talking about, garden!"

Conan was also a little embarrassed, forgot his identity for a while, scratching his head and smirking: "Where is it, hehehe."

"Huh? Why are you blushing?" Uncle Maori bent down and looked at Conan suspiciously.

After saying these words, Guangyou and Xiaoai also noticed that the expressions on Guangyan and Bumei's faces were a little weird, especially Bumei's faces were a little worried.

"Next is Conan, Huiyuan and Guangyou." Yuanta pointed to the machine and said.

Xiao Ai waved her hand: "I don't need it."

"I also give up."

Conan sighed secretly. Ten years later, isn't it Kudo Shinichi?

Just when he thought so, Uncle Maori picked up Conan, and fell him onto the seat with a flick: "Huh, I want to see what you shitty kid will look like in ten years!"

After speaking, Uncle Maori got on the other side of the seat and muttered: "I really want to see what Yingli's woman looks like in ten years."

Conan's heart sank sharply. If he was photographed, he would definitely be seen through, but things didn't go as smoothly as he expected, and the word "error" appeared directly on the display of the console.

But then it returned to normal again. A picture of Uncle Maori came out from the photo export. Yuan Jiaming was relieved and thought the machine was broken, but the picture shows that the situation is okay.

Guangyou also took the seat directly, but Xiao Ai, who didn't want to try, was forced into the seat by Yuanta and Mitsuhiko.

The first photo came out smoothly, but when it was the turn of the mourning photo, an error was reported. Yuan Jiaming scratched his head and said apologetically: "Sorry, the machine may be malfunctioning. I will check it later.

Xiao Ai didn't care either. She picked up the photo of Guangyou and looked at the photo of Guangyou who might be ten years later. After blinking, Yuanzi also moved forward and took a look: "You are handsome, it's very delicious."

Xiao Lan also nodded in agreement, Guangyou also leaned over to take a look at her future appearance, and when she saw that it might be her future self, Guangyou nodded in satisfaction.

How can he be so handsome in his previous life, he is simply the kind that is completely inconspicuous when placed in a crowd. Although he is not handsome, of course he is not ugly.

In the photo, he has no long-term disability at all. He perfectly maintains the current feeling, and is somewhat in line with Guangyou's future image of himself.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "If it becomes disabled, it will be over."

After Chinami answered the phone, he greeted everyone: "Everyone, please follow me to the banquet hall on the 75th floor, please follow me in the direction of the elevator."

As soon as she turned around, she knew that Nami had hit Uncle Maori's chest, so she hurriedly apologized. Yuan Jiaming on the side laughed teasingly: "I know that Nami is a pig, so I always bump into it."

Everyone laughed heartily, Zhi Nami also showed a cute side, spit out his tongue, and looked embarrassed.

Take the VIP elevator. The elevator is all glass. This special structure makes the uncle Maori who has a serious fear of heights blue and thin.

Looking out of the elevator, the building underneath has become a small inconsistency. There are only one or two conspicuous buildings. The speed is very fast, and it quickly reached the 75th floor. As soon as he got out of the elevator, Uncle Maori wiped his forehead. The non-existent cold sweat slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if there is still a week left for the opening of the curtain banquet, many people are already decorating the banquet hall.

A lady wearing a red jacket and a red hip skirt saw the Maori uncle and hurried forward and said, "Maori senior."

The two shook hands with each other, and after a simple greeting, Uncle Maori said with embarrassment, "I should have come alone, but..."

Just about to explain, Xiaolan hurriedly stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Hello, I am his daughter Mao Lilan, and my mother wants me to greet you on her behalf."

Then, Xiaolan began to introduce the people, and after Xiaolan's introduction, Tokiwa Mio introduced several other people present. They were the Japanese painter Rutsuki Minsui, who was also the painting teacher of Tokiwa Mio.

"Oh, that's the great painter who painted Mount Fuji!"

As soon as Uncle Maori finished speaking, a bald uncle with a little drunken body clicked on Uncle Maori’s chest and drew a circle: "I know a thing or two about you too, Kogoro the sleepy bug, right. "

Suddenly, Uncle Mori's face was a little ugly. Tokiwa Mio introduced, "This is Mr. Oki Iwamatsu, a member of Nishitama City. Was it thanks to him that he was able to build this building in the first place?"

"Then this is Mr. Hidehiko Kazama, the designer of this building."

Hidehiko adjusted his collar and lowered his head slightly: "I have something to do with Mr. Mori. My teacher's name is Moriya Teji."

This sentence directly made Uncle Maori and Conan stunned, but then Hidehiko said: "Don't worry, I'm different from his old man."

Guangyou nodded. The architectural styles of the two masters and apprentices are completely different. One pursues extreme symmetry, but his disciple doesn't care about it.

Just from the different heights of the twin towers, you can see one or two things, and then Guangyou is attracted by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the banquet hall.

Holding Xiao Ai's hand, Guangyou came to the floor-to-ceiling window, and Mount Fuji, one of Japan's most famous peaks, appeared in front of them in their entirety.

The view here is quite good, and there are no buildings blocking Mount Fuji here. At a glance, the green forest and Mount Fuji in the distance form a continuous sea of ​​forest.

The white peaks of Mt. Fuji and the blue sky seem to blend together, forming a spectacular scene similar to the sky and mountains.

After hearing the praise from Uncle Mori, Mio Tokiwa suddenly said, "You can also see Mount Fuji at night here."

And through another huge floor-to-ceiling window on the opposite side of this window, there is no spectacular sight, only the roof of the next building B commercial building.

The building on the top is like a steel dome. Mio said, “That building is a commercial building, with shops underneath, and a restaurant on top. The building on the top is an indoor swimming pool. opened."

The bald head Iwamatsu, who was smelling alcohol all over, walked to Mio with a squinted expression, and said directly, "Can I stay at that hotel on weekends?"

"But it hasn't opened yet." Mio hesitated and said slowly.

"That's not going to work, right." Iwamatsu turned his head and looked to understand, but the threat in his tone was that anyone could hear it.

Mio didn't think about it, her attitude changed instantly, and she lowered her head slightly: "I will prepare the suite on the 67th floor for you."

Seeing Mio's agreement, Iwamatsu's face was full of smiles, and the pig's face was full of wrinkles. He squinted his eyes and stared at Mio, and said without evasiveness: "If I can, I want to join you dinner."