I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"I smile proudly~"

Guangyou walked in the direction of the office with steps that the six relatives did not recognize.

The scene of Xiao Ai holding his clothes and entering the door is vivid, making him happy and feeling that the relationship between the two has gone further.

On the way back, Guangyou felt that the stars were a bit brighter, and even the blue night sky became much clearer because of the existence of stars.

Occasionally, the stray cats passing by have become much cute. If it weren't for the cat food in his hands, perhaps Guangyou would squat down to feed them some cat food.

The noise of couples arguing over trivial matters in the house on the street does not sound like the usual unpleasant, but it sounds a little warm?

Guangyou didn't hope that they would be so noisy in the future. If they were not careful, they would affect their relationship. This would not be worth the loss.

Noisy, no, it should be said that bickering is more appropriate.

In life, quarrels, no quarrels, no quarrel, the last two laughed, which can also play a role in enhancing the relationship.

But even if it was a big quarrel, it left a gap in the relationship even once, even if the gap was insignificant.

Back to the office humming a song, Xiaolan was washing the dishes in the kitchen, Uncle Maori leaned in front of the TV to watch a reasoning show on the TV, while Conan was sitting on the sofa playing chess with himself.

"It just happened to be back, don't you play chess?"

Conan raised his head to look at Guangyou, and stretched out his hand to indicate the opposite position on the sofa.

"Row."

Guangyou sucked his nose and sat on the sofa to help Conan set the chessboard.

It's just fine, so it's not bad to accompany you to play chess.

After placing the chess pieces, Conan looked at the position of the chess pieces, raised his head and asked: "Are you red and black?"

"It's up to you." Guangyou waved his hand and urged, "Let you go first."

Conan didn't shy away. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand to move the soldier forward, and then he asked: "I forgot to ask before. Did you do that?"

Guangyou looked at the chessboard, reached out and made a move, hesitated for a while before nodding: "I did it."

Conan's eyes darkened when he heard it. After taking the next move, he asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Guangyou's tone was calm, and his eyes were full of firmness. He seemed to have a stronger force in playing chess: "Whether he intends or not, he should never try to put my family in danger."

After Conan heard the answer, the hand that dropped the child suddenly stagnated in the air.

He was talking about... family?

At this time, these two flirty words seemed to weigh thousands of pounds on Conan's heart, and those words also kept lingering in his mind.

Conan didn't hear it wrong, whether it was Xiaolan, Uncle Maori, Concubine Yingri, and Guangyou, who took care of him on weekdays, were all in mind.

He borrowed to live here, speaking of it as an outsider, but none of the Maori family regarded Guangyou as an outsider.

Some good food will be brought to him, and some fun will remember him.

Dr. A Li is like a grandfather who spoils his children. He goes out camping every three to five. He could have invented some small objects to make money during these hours.

Not to mention there is a little sorrow who will develop into a family in the future.

In Guangyou's heart, although blood might have nothing to do with him, he was no different from his family.

After a long while, or perhaps in a moment, Conan’s thousands of thoughts turned into a sigh, and he dropped the piece he thought he hadn’t dropped for a long time: "You shouldn't do it, he will be punished."

Guangyou nodded, neither opposed nor agreed, just silently played the next move.

Conan looked at the chessboard and thought for a while and then dropped a son. His words were full of regret: "You really shouldn't do it. Our duty is to catch the prisoner. He naturally has the law to judge him."

He didn't want Guangyou to continue to do such a thing, he wanted to try to change Guangyou's mind.

However, Guangyou's thoughts have not been changed so easily.

Guangyou raised his head after falling down, with a flat expression: "You are a detective, I am not, I have my code of conduct and bottom line, if he wants to bomb Tokyo Tower, I don't care."

"Even if he hurt 12 million people in Tokyo, there is no change in my heart. At most, I caught him and beat him to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"But he is now trying to put those who can be counted as family members into danger, which I can't bear."

"You can call me cold-blooded, but this is me."

Conan was silent, he didn't know how to answer these words for a while.

After a while, there was a little more meaning in his eyes, and he said, "But you won't kill him."

"I heard that the scene was miserable."

"It looks miserable, but it's not bad for him. He smiled at the last second, and he will keep that smiling face forever. It seems a bit cheaper for him to speak."

Guangyou dropped the last son expressionlessly, and then got up on his knees with his hands and walked upstairs, leaving only a floating sentence, "General, I won."

The conversation between the two deliberately lowered the decibels, and Xiaolan and Uncle Maori naturally did not hear.

Conan stared at the game that was over, shook his head, and whispered softly: "The chess is won, but you are still wrong. It is very wrong."

"Wrong..."

....

His whisper was not heard by Guangyou who was sitting at the desk, if he heard it, he would just curl his lips in disdain.

As for regret?

Forget it, everyone has his own values ​​and cannot be forced.

If the murderer really just wanted to hurt those 12 million people, he really didn't feel anything.

Anyway, in Japan...

He also has no deep feelings for this Japanese island.

Even if the island sinks now, as long as it doesn't affect the people around him, he doesn't care at all.

Guangyou knew he was wrong, but if he was asked to choose again, he would still choose the same option.

Originally, he wanted to solve the prisoner, and then threw the man to Mihezi to solve the knot in Mihezi's heart.

But that person did a little too much.

At this time, the text message on the cell phone interrupted Guangyou's meditation. He took out his cell phone and looked at it.

"Come to get the clothes tomorrow."

Guangyou smiled and replied: "Can I pack you away by the way?"

Xiao Ai's message was quickly replied: "I think it's pretty, just the clothes, at most I can pack a little lunch for tomorrow."

Guangyou replied: "That's not bad, but what's there tomorrow?"

"It's not bad to have it, but still pick?"

This reply was followed by another one immediately, "What do you want to eat?"

After reading this news, Guangyou smiled helplessly but happily, but kept on hand: "I want to eat you."

The words in the reply are full of threats: "Give you another chance."

Guangyou fingered his chin, and after thinking for a few seconds, he replied, "Can you make me a sandwich? I want peanut butter and blueberry jam."

"Ok."

After seeing the reply, Guangyou put down the phone, got up and walked to the window.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes twinkling, but his heart was full of thoughts.

Who knows how to worry about it, how many burdens are the same in the world?

Faint like this, just like in a shower of bananas.

"This poem is for myself."

Guangyou's eyes reflected the starry sky, and laughed at himself, "It feels very appropriate."