I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Cuntou stunned, looking at the note in Conan's hand, he hesitated, and finally accepted the note.

"Thank you Mr. Maori for me."

After speaking, he turned around and opened the door, then started the car and drove towards the way he came.

When Conan saw this, he turned around and prepared to return to the ward.

Cuntou Henggou drove out of the hospital gate and stopped directly by the road.

He picked up the note that he had just placed in the passenger's position, looked at the words on it, his eyes were slightly solemn.

Before he finished watching, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the police officer who was still at the scene: "Protect me at the scene. Those three people must not be let go, especially the director Ishaizang.

....

"How is Xiaolan?"

Conan gently pushed open the door of the ward and walked in lightly.

Uncle Maori went to register for payment or something, so he was not in the ward.

"Xiao Lan's fever is quite severe. The doctor said it was a decrease in immunity caused by overwork and the recent cold air."

Guangyou watched lying on the bed with a drip, his brows were stretched out, and his soft face was a little sickly pale.

But this still couldn't affect her soft face. She breathed shallowly, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, as if she was thinking of something happy.

"It feels like she dreamed of something very happy."

Conan looked at Xiaolan's delicate sleeping face, his eyes gradually gentle.

"She must have dreamed about you."

Guangyou was still a little unaccustomed to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, frowned slightly, just about to open the bed, and abruptly stopped after realizing the current situation.

Sitting on a chair, he glanced at Conan like this, with envy in his eyes: "Why does Xiao Lan fall in love with you?"

"Unacceptable? And you also have the Ashes."

Conan cast an angry glance at Guangyou, quite an aura that you will bite me by not accepting it.

Guangyou smiled happily, and then solemnly said, "The thing Xiaolan dreamed about is a very important thing in your life, and you have changed a person because of this thing."

"Who?"

Picture after picture appeared in Conan's mind, but they were all scenes of murders and quarrels while getting along with Xiaolan.

Shaking his head, his eyes were filled with doubts. He looked at Guangyou and asked, "Who are you talking about? I have no impression at all."

"You won't know, and I won't tell you."

Guangyou's mouth hung a curve, and he glanced at Conan, "But that person knows you quite well."

Conan grabbed his hair frantically, and turned his hair into a bird's nest: "Damn, if you don't tell me, why tell me!"

Guangyou blinked, with a smile on his face, and said solemnly: "I just like to see your expression like you want to kill me but can't kill me."

"Snapped!"

Conan slapped his hand directly on his head, "I swear, if it weren't for me to beat you, and Xiao Lan was still resting, I would definitely slap you on the ground."

His ruthless words were useless, and Guangyou just smiled.

"How is Xiaolan now?"

Uncle Maori paid the money and opened the door and walked in, his eyes filled with worry, but there was no trace of his face.

Guangyou responded, "Sister Xiaolan should be able to wake up soon."

"Well, I can take Xiaolan home tomorrow, and then Xiaolan will not go to school this week, take a good rest, and I will ask the teacher for leave later."

Uncle Maori nodded, he just stood like this, and Guangyou gave him his seat and he didn't want to: "Do you two want to eat? I'll go out and buy some."

This stall happened just now when I didn't eat it well in the restaurant.

"No, I'm quite full."

Guangyou was telling the truth, he knew something was going to happen, so he ate a bit more deliberately.

Conan shook his head: "I don't need it anymore."

"Okay, take a look at Xiaolan here, I'll go to eat something and buy some porridge by the way."

Uncle Maori is usually sloppy, but he is very careful when he encounters matters about his family.

"Ok."

....

Uncle Maori drank a bowl of porridge in a small restaurant next to the hospital. The taste was a bit light, but it was nutritious and suitable for the sick Xiaolan to regain his strength.

"Boss, help me make another lean meat porridge and pack it."

"Tingling bell~"

Just after talking to the boss, his phone rang.

Press the answer button, and the sound of the innocence crossed over.

"Mr. Maori, thank you for your help so that we can solve the case."

Hearing his thanks, Uncle Maori was confused and scratched his head: "Sergeant Henggou, what did you say?"

"I admit, I really underestimated you, but my overall view of detectives will not change, and I will prove that our police do not necessarily need detectives to solve the case!"

The sound of Cuntou's cross groove was full of firmness.

Now, Uncle Maori is even more confused.

"Police Officer Henggou, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"I understand, Mr. Maori, don't take any credit for this. Your selfless spirit should be worth learning from everyone."

There is no emotional fluctuation in the voice of Cuntou, "Mr. Maori, next time I solve the case, I will never lose to you."

After saying this, Cuntou Henggou hung up the phone.

Leave Uncle Maori standing alone in the brightly lit shop.

"What did he say? Why didn't I understand a word."

Uncle Maori blinked, his eyes filled with confusion, and some melancholy, "Could it be that I can call them while standing and let them solve the case?"

"Guest, your porridge, go well all the way."

In the midst of the chaos, the owner of the porridge shop handed the packed porridge to Uncle Maori.

"Oh, this is money."

Uncle Maori took the porridge money from his pocket and handed it to the owner of the porridge shop. He took the porridge and turned away.

"But something doesn't make sense? Ask him what he meant and didn't say..."

....

"Saving people... is not necessary... for reasons..."

Uncle Maori opened the door and heard this word in Xiao Lan's mouth lying on the bed.

"What is Xiaolan talking about?"

Uncle Maori was stunned, pointed at Xiaolan, and looked at Conan and Guangyou with all doubts.

Both Guangyou and Conan shook their heads in a daze.

Uncle Maori curled his lips: "Really, I can't understand all the words tonight."

"Anyone else?"

Guangyou frowned and blinked.

"The Henggou police officer called just now and said that I would rely on me to help solve the crime, but I obviously didn't do anything and watched the scene for a long time.

After listening to Uncle Maori's explanation, Guangyou suddenly turned his head to look at Conan who was holding back his smile.

You don't need to think about it all to know that it was Conan's handwriting, it is definitely Conan who used the name of Uncle Maori to solve the case.

Not to be outdone, Conan glared back, then stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Xiaolan's forehead.

After feeling the temperature on his forehead had subsided, Conan's face also appeared with a reassuring smile.

At this moment, Xiaolan's eyelashes were gently fanned, and then her eyes slowly opened to reveal jewel-like eyes.

Such a close distance made Conan a little embarrassed, and a trace of ruddy appeared on his face.

"Xiao Lan, you finally woke up!"

The dazedness on Uncle Maori's face disappeared, and he said with concern, "The doctor said that you caught a cold and fever this time because you were too tired. In the future, you don't want to run back and forth in academic clubs. It won't be good if your body is broken.

Xiaolan felt the care in the words and nodded, "Yeah."

Uncle Maori lowered his head slightly, looked at Xiaolan, and asked suspiciously: "Speaking of which, what did you mean by saving people without a reason?"