I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Inside a Mori detective agency

Today the office rarely had a commission, so the three of them ate dinner late, and it was nine o'clock in the evening when they finished their dinner.

Uncle Maori sat at his desk, looking at today's evening paper with his legs upright, and from time to time he picked up the can next to him and took a sip, which was very pleasant.

When he saw one of the portraits in the evening paper, he couldn't help but laugh out loudly: "It's really my detective Kogoro Mori."

"Today's murder case can be said to have almost no clues, but no matter how careful the prisoners are, they will not escape the eyes of my detective Kogoro Mori."

Uncle Maori's beard was about to curl up with excitement. Thinking back to the desperate look in his eyes after the prisoner was pierced by him today, he was so proud.

"I want to keep a low profile too, but..."

Uncle Maori sighed, and suddenly became serious. He seemed to say helplessly, "But strength is not allowed."

In the next second, Uncle Maori broke his power in an instant and started to laugh when sitting in his seat.

"It's really narcissistic, if I hadn't helped you, the prisoner would have run away."

Sitting on the sofa, Conan felt that his goosebumps had fallen all over the floor and curled his lips. He was very helpless for Uncle Maori's narcissistic behavior.

To be reasonable, in today's case, he was clearly reminded by Conan, and even so, in the end, thanks to his anesthetized Uncle Maori, he solved the case.

But Conan didn't care who was the case, he just enjoyed the process of solving the case.

Of course, it's not bad to be famous.

"The fugitive escaped from prison?"

Uncle Maori, who had finished his narcissism, saw a piece of news in the newspaper that took up a lot of space, and became a little serious, "Are the prison protection measures so weak now? A forty-three-year-old uncle can escape."

These words caught Conan's attention. He reached for the remote control and turned the TV to the news station to watch it.

"The fugitive has been surrounded by the police..."

Conan withered in an instant. He originally thought he could get rid of the boring TV and continue the brainstorming, but now the fugitive has been caught.

In the news, it was said that the fugitive was surrounded by the police, but in Conan's eyes, it was no different from being caught.

"Is that kid Guangyou not back yet?"

Uncle Maori raised his head and glanced at the watch in the office, and said, "It's so late now, isn't this kid going to spend the night outside again?"

"Yes."

After washing the dishes, Xiao Lan walked out of the kitchen, took a small sip from the cup on the table, and said, "He told me this morning that he might go to Dr. A Li's house tonight."

"This kid really is."

Uncle Maori shook his head and sighed, "The kid nowadays is so precocious, you are precocious than me... than Xiaolan, you and that nasty detective kid could not do the same thing before."

He didn't even need to think about what the kid Guangyou was doing today, just to go out and play with the little girl in Dr. A Li's house.

"father!"

Xiaolan blushed as he was told, looked around and snatched the can, snorted to Uncle Maori, and said, "I drank enough today."

"Xiaolan, you..."

Seeing Xiaolan walk into the kitchen, Uncle Maori also knew that the wine might not be coming back, so he snorted, turned around, and said to himself, "Why not just drink a little wine? It's really long-winded."

"And I'm not wrong."

Uncle Maori flipped through the newspaper and continued to complain, "I was so close to the detective kid when I was a kid, and now it's better, my soul was hooked away by the detective kid."

This is not just a complaint, a jealous man.

The daughter is already this old and will be an adult in a few years.

Originally, Uncle Maori thought that he could experience the feeling of the cabbage in his house a few years later, but his daughter was seduced by others when she was a child.

Conan, who was on the side blushing, put his hands together, twisted and twisted just like the little girl who had met his lover.

He recalled the moment when he first moved to Xiaolan, his immature face had an extremely bright smile, like a gentle spring breeze blowing through his heart.

Even though he was a kid in the kindergarten at that time, he felt that Xiao Lan was different in his heart from any of her girls.

In that case, he is actually a bit precocious.

He could admit that he was precocious, but he couldn't agree with the "hateful detective kid" that Uncle Maori said.

"Glasses boy, why are you blushing?"

Uncle Maori Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Conan, and then asked suspiciously, "I didn't say you either, I just said the damn detective..."

At this point, he paused for a while, and he continued: "No..."

"No, no..."

Conan thought that Uncle Maori suspected that he was Shinichi, blushing and waving his hands frantically, saying, "I'm not new..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Maori continued to say what he hadn’t finished saying: “You don’t have a little girl you like too?”

"Now the children are all too precocious."

Uncle Maori looked at Conan's flushed face, shook his head and sighed, "Times have changed."

"Eh?"

Conan was stunned. He thought that his identity was about to be revealed today, but he didn't know anything about it.

Uncle Maori who suddenly remembered something looked at Conan and asked, "What did you just say new?"

Conan looked around pretending to be calm, then pointed a finger at the TV and said, "I mean today's news about the fugitive..."

"Yeah, it's outrageous."

Uncle Maori was speechless when he thought of the news.

The prisoners are prisoners. Although some prisoners are remorseful, there are still others who have not changed.

If they escaped from prison, ordinary citizens would suffer.

Conan didn't think about this. After saying that sentence just now, he focused all his attention on the news.

"The Ferris wheel exploded..."

He vaguely remembered that Guangyou seemed to be going on a date in Dorobica Paradise today.

Said that he was going to take Xiao Ai to the fireworks display.

But now that something happened to the park, as normal, Guangyou should have left the park now.

Not to mention going back to the office, but at least I will call them or something.

But now there is no news at all, and Conan feels that something may have happened to Guangyou.

Xiaolan, who had just walked out of the kitchen, also heard the news, frowned and said softly: "I remember Guangyou seemed to go to play in this paradise."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Maori immediately closed the newspaper and got up from his chair, "Is that kid Guangyou going to play in this paradise today?"

"seems like it."

Xiaolan fingered her chin, thought about it for a moment, and said, "I said I was attending a fireworks show."

"Sister Xiaolan, uncle, come and take a look."

Conan leaned close to the TV, squinted, and carefully identified the figure on the TV, "Does this look like Guangyou."

Xiaolan and Uncle Mao hurried to the TV and watched the news.

Although the news resolution is not so clear, it can even be said to be mosaic quality.

But Xiaolan still recognized the master of this figure.

"This is indeed Guangyou."

…

Ah! Baidi riding belt is reprinted, 380, I'm pretty good, so sour, I want...

But the money, this is the most uncomfortable.

(Because the second day of the sdb formula book autism)