I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

After taking a shower, Guangyou returned to the room.

He sat at the desk and said to Conan who was lying on the bed: "The water is ready for you."

"Oh, thanks."

Conan got up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and asked curiously, "What exactly is in that book?"

"Are you sure you want to know some private content about me?"

Guangyou turned his head, grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing a weird smile, "It's related to my little sorrow."

"Forget it."

As soon as Conan heard this, he lost interest, got out of bed and complained, "It's probably a love diary or something, it's true."

"Just know."

Guangyou didn't deny it, just smiled and nodded, watching Conan leave the room.

The moment the door closed, he put away his smile, opened the drawer and took out the notebook again, muttering to himself: "It's time to add some content."

He flipped through the notebook, and turned the notebook to a blank page, saying that it was blank. In fact, there were patterns on this page, but it was not as full as the other pages.

Guangyou picked up a pencil and began to draw on the notebook.

Occasionally use an eraser to erase mistakes, and occasionally fall into a moment of contemplation.

In this state, Kwangwoo closed the notebook with a sigh of relief until Conan opened the door and walked in.

Just in time, Conan opened the door and walked in just as soon as he did this.

Conan sat on the bed, yawned, turned his head to look at Guangyou, and asked, "Are you still writing that love diary?"

Guangyou put the notebook back in the drawer, and at the same time responded, "No, it's finished."

Back on the bed and leaning against the head of the bed, Guangyou couldn't help but yawn. He smashed his mouth and took out his mobile phone. He found that he had an unread text message.

"Sleep."

Guangyou looked at the content of the text message, smiled and put the phone away.

"Haihara?"

Conan felt a little stupid as soon as he said the words, "You don't need to answer, when I ask for nothing."

Guangyou yawned again and said, "Just know, turn off the lights and sleep now."

...

The next day was approaching noon..

Uncle Maori sat on the sofa and shouted to the three people in the office: "Xiaolan and the two little ghosts, come and watch TV."

Guangyou walked slowly to the sofa and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Uncle Maori held his hand and sold a lawsuit about what was about to happen next: "You three will know it when you watch TV."

A familiar figure on the TV is being surrounded by reporters for an interview.

"Dad, you are on the news!"

Xiaolan pointed to the uncle Maori on TV, and was a little surprised, "Did you interview yesterday?"

"Ok."

Uncle Maori showed no expression on the surface, and in his tone he was very embarrassed, "They asked me for the filming yesterday. It's really hard to refuse. After all, I'm a public figure and I have to give them some face."

Guangyou sat by and watched the news, silently complaining: "Fatty uncle."

...

"In fact, I just tried to persuade him to surrender as soon as possible after cracking the killing technique."

The uncle Maori on the TV was serious, nodded slightly to the reporter, and said, "That's it, let's say goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he left the crowd without looking back. Even though the media behind him kept saying to stay, Uncle Maori did not stop for a second, but waved his back to them, looking calm and indifferent.

...

"Farewell, huh..."

Uncle Maori grinned at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, lowered his head slightly, and said pretendingly, "The man doesn't need to speak, his back expresses everything."

But in the next second, Uncle Maori broke his power and started to laugh out loud: "I'm so handsome!"

Conan glanced at the uncle Maori who was in the midst of narcissism, and said in a strange way: "It just happened to have solved a murder case. What's so good about it?"

He said quietly, but Guangyou heard it clearly. He looked at Conan and joked: "Can I understand that you are not convinced?"

"Whatever you think..."

Conan glanced at Guangyou, without explaining too much.

At this time, the office phone rang suddenly.

"Tingling bell~"

Xiaolan hurriedly answered the phone and asked, "This is the Maori detective office. Can I help you?"

"game?"

Xiao Lan frowned slightly, holding the pen next to the phone, while recording the approximate request of the person on the phone, "A system engineer for game software has suddenly disappeared... You are looking for this person, right? "

Uncle Maori's hand movement suddenly stagnated, and he whispered to Xiaolan softly: "Xiaolan, if you want to find me, you just say I'm not here. I will be busy recording Yoko's TV series this time tonight. ."

Xiao Lan took a breath, smiled on her face, and said to the other end of the phone: "No problem, of course we can deal with it immediately, my father is very empty today."

Xiaolan also deliberately emphasized some of the words "empty and very".

"feed me.."

Before Uncle Maori finished speaking, Xiaolan had hung up the phone.

Xiao Lan stared at the new model for half a month and looked back at Uncle Maori, and said in a commanding tone: "Hurry up and shave off your beard, tie your tie, and prepare to start accepting business."

"Oh..."

Before the two of them looked at each other for a second, Uncle Maori took the lead in defeating. He responded weakly and turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Being a father and not a daughter is majestic...

Uncle Maori felt that he was a failure...

Conan looked serious, patted Guangyou on the shoulder, and asked, "You said, is it related to that this time?"

"You said that?" Koyo understood the meaning of Conan's words when he heard it, and smiled faintly, "Perhaps."

Conan walked over to Guangyou and sat down, somewhat puzzled: "They let Huiyuan develop drugs, I can understand, but why do I need a system engineer?"

"They are both gods and demons. They want to reverse the torrent of time and bring the dead back to life."

The words that Guangyou suddenly said made Conan surprised at the same time and felt coldness on his back.

Conan took a breath and asked, "What do you mean?"

Guangyou took a deep look at him and suddenly smiled at him.

This smile and the previous words made Conan feel a chill around his body.

Guangyou explained: "Just talk about it, don't care."

After speaking, he got up and said to Xiaolan, "Sister Xiaolan, I will go to Dr. A Li's house to play for a while."

"Go, be careful on the way."

After receiving Xiaolan's response, Guangyou got up and patted Conan on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, I will slip away first."

Looking at the back of Guangyou leaving, Conan frowned and cursed: "Why is this guy so like a stick in the past two days, and what he said is so utterly uttered without explaining, I really..."

"God, devil..."

Conan stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, then complained, "What are you talking about?"

Although he didn't know what this sentence meant, he felt that the purpose of the organization did not seem so simple.

Can the goal in this sentence really be achieved?

Conan fell into deep suspicion...