I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"You think too much."

Guangyou raised his head and looked at Conan. Seeing his disbelief, he shrugged helplessly, "It's nothing."

Conan still didn't believe it, but it looked like he knew it and couldn't ask, so he had to give up.

The case here is over, but the show is not over yet.

"Mr. Mauri, do you think you have time tomorrow?"

The director is full of sadness. This episode will be aired tomorrow night. If you invite the star again tomorrow, you will have to bring the filming time. It is estimated that the time will be very tight, and there will be no time for post-editing.

"tomorrow?"

Uncle Maori thought for a while, then nodded, "Although I am busy, I can spare some time to come out. May I ask you something?"

Guangyou, who was on the side, couldn't help but twitched his mouth.

Uncle Maori said he was busy...

If there is no accident tomorrow, it is estimated that Uncle Maori will still sleep in his chair...

It is estimated that among this group of people, Uncle Maori is the least busy...

"It's like this, Feng Jian Lianghui, who plays the detective, and Mr. Nan Yun, who is the housekeeper, can't be filmed, so I think..."

The director's demeanor was a bit contorted, and he seemed afraid that Uncle Maori would refuse.

Seeing him, Uncle Maori raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, coughed lightly, and said calmly, "Are you letting me play the detective?"

"Well..." Uncle Maori paused on purpose, thinking, and said, "The detective is to help people solve problems. I will agree. I will take time tomorrow."

The director rubbed his hands, smiled and looked a little embarrassed: "Then thank you Mr. Mori, but..."

Uncle Maori looked at the director, his eyes revealed unconcealed joy: "But what?"

"but..."

The director seemed to be very entangled. After a long pause, he said, "I actually want to ask Mr. Mori to play the housekeeper played by Mr. Nan Yun."

"Yep?"

Uncle Maori smashed his mouth, as if he couldn't believe it, "Steward?"

The director was also embarrassed and nodded with a smile: "Yes."

He seemed to be afraid that Uncle Maori would not act, and he added specifically: "But it hasn't been determined yet, and Mr. Maori may be asked to act as a detective at that time."

Uncle Maori didn't know what to say for a while.

Hearing these words, Guangyou couldn't help but laugh softly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Uncle Maori's faint eyes floated over.

The scared Guangyou hurriedly covered his mouth, had to walk a few steps back, hid behind Xiao Ai, and laughed silently.

It was really unpopular, and he couldn't help looking at the surprised face of Uncle Maori.

This is not to blame him, even he thought that Uncle Maori came to act as a detective.

As a result, he is a spare tire, with a high probability of acting as a butler.

Conan on the side also temporarily forgot the fact that Guangyou seemed to have concealed him just now, showing half a month of eyes, covering his mouth and laughing.

Xiao Ai turned her head, glanced at Guangyou who was smiling lying on her shoulder, and then at the speechless Uncle Maori who was speechless because of this, and also squinted his eyes and raised a smile.

After staying at the scene for a while, the group was ready to go home and find their mother.

In the car rented by Uncle Maori, the group set off towards Mihua Town.

Guangyou leaned to Xiao Ai's ear and asked softly, "Do you think Xiao Lan found out?"

Xiao Ai glanced at Xiao Lan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and then shook her head: "I didn't feel it."

"Let's look back." Guangyou also glanced at Xiaolan through the rearview mirror, "I can't tell if Xiaolan heard what was said before."

If you really hear it but pretend to be like this, then Xiaolan's acting skills are too good.

Ordinary girls who encounter this kind of thing, not to mention the on-the-spot, at least often look at Conan's eyes, right?

But Xiaolan didn't. As soon as she got in the car, she took out her mobile phone, seeming to be texting someone, with a smile on her face from time to time.

It was totally unclear whether she had heard the things before.

Or she didn't really hear it.

Ok.

Guangyou prefers the latter.

"I hope so."

Guangyou turned his head and looked at Conan who was holding his chin in thought, and muttered to himself, "I hope not."

At 11 in the evening, the group finally returned to Mihua Town.

Uncle Maori deliberately drove the car for a while and sent Xiao Ai to the door of Dr. A Li's house.

When someone was there, Guangyou couldn't do the same thing as before. After saying two farewell words, he closed the door.

When there was not enough time, Guangyou didn't habitually soak in a bath, but just took a casual wash and climbed onto the bed.

"what."

Guangyou lay on the soft bed and made a pleasant sound.

To be honest, I had a very comfortable day.

Not only because of Xiao Ai, but also because Feng Jian Lianghui was stupid and silly and gave him a chance.

Finally there is a sandbag to let him vent!

Those things in the sandbags are not as strong as real people.

Usually no one fights, or can't fight, uncomfortable group.

He does want to have a fight with the military ceiling Kyogokujin, but now this...

He really has more than enough energy, and when he grows up, he really wants to compete with Kyogokujin.

I can't say if I can win or not, but I must be very happy.

Comfortable, cozy...

This is how Guangyou feels today, it's just feelings, life blossoms.

"Sure enough, it's really cool to vent occasionally."

Guangyou raised his clenched fist and waved it a few times, "If it weren't for the time, I would definitely be able to keep getting cool."

"What are you gesturing?"

Conan opened the door and walked in, patted his mouth and yawned, "Go to bed early to avoid becoming bald at a young age."

Guangyou casually slapped a sloppy look and said, "I'm still thinking about the case that happened today, it's really...cool..."

His last word lowered his voice, but Conan did not hear it.

Thinking of today's case, Conan's expression has also changed a little: "Today's case is indeed... alas, it's hard to say."

"What's the matter?" Guangyou put his hands behind his head and looked at Conan very curiously. "What is your unhappy saying makes me happy."

Conan looked at him blankly, walked straight to his own bed, sat down and explained: "Today, my reasoning went wrong, and even my uncle was right. I guessed wrong."

"You are talking about the relationship between Nan Yunxiao and Yucheng Liuli?"

Hearing what he said, Guangyou knew what he meant now.

Conan turned his head in confusion, and asked, "You know?"

"Of course."

Guangyou Tucao said, "That look is obviously not a jealous lover, but a father who is worried about his daughter being abducted."

Conan climbed onto the bed, turned sideways, and complained: "Then you didn't tell me earlier, it's not interesting enough."

"Anyway, it is not a clue that affects the analysis of the case, it is unnecessary.

Guangyou shrugged, changed to a more comfortable posture, and said, "Don't you think that uncle looks at you with this kind of eyes?"

"Of course, I'm talking about when you were new."

Conan frowned, remembered for a moment, and then asked, "What kind of look? I used to remember that he said that I was a boring detective boy and so on, and didn't pay much attention to the look in his eyes."

"Ha ha."