I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Hahaha~"

There was a coldness in Guangyou's laughter.

His eyes were like a deep pool, so that Conan couldn't see what Guangyou was thinking at this time.

But Conan knew that Guangyou was definitely not thinking about anything good.

Because he vaguely felt a trace of killing in Guangyou.

"Guangyou, don't be impulsive!"

Hearing Conan's persuasion, Guangyou turned his head and glanced at Conan, sneered, and said: "I won't be impulsive, because I'm so clear."

He can forgive the garden for the late apology.

But he couldn't forgive the garden for doing nothing after receiving the police notice.

Of course he knew the reason for the inaction.

It's nothing more than the money that you don't bring with you when you die!

Holding the fluke that "fugitives will not escape to our paradise", continue to carry out activities and make money.

Thinking of the apology from the person in charge of the park just now, Guangyou was even more angry.

"There is no stone hammer in this matter, is it? Maybe it is the police equipment that really has a problem?"

Conan is still trying to persuade him because he doesn't think he can stop Guangyou with force.

If you can't persuade them now, it is estimated that those responsible persons will have to lose their skin if they die.

Guangyou glanced at Conan funny, and asked, "Do you think it's possible?"

"This one…"

Conan sighed. The possibility he said was true, but the probability was too small.

The police equipment is maintained daily, and emergency equipment is prepared for emergencies.

Unless the daily use and spare parts are broken.

But how can there be such a coincidence?

"Because of their inaction, Xiao Ai almost made trouble."

Guangyou clapped his hands and sneered, "Okay, this thing is really beautiful!"

"Hey, don't go down and kill others in a hurry!"

Seeing Guangyou like this, Conan was immediately anxious, "If you really want to kill, I won't protect you."

"You think too much, I won't kill them, if you really die like that, wouldn't it be cheaper?"

Guangyou suddenly calmed down and said faintly, "I will hold them up high, and then take everything from them."

"Then I will give them a little hope and let them immerse themselves in beautiful fantasy."

"Finally I let them return to reality, or... repeat it again."

His tone of this was as plain as he was saying that people are going to eat.

Conan couldn't hear any emotions, but what Guangyou said made him chill.

Let people fall from a height to the bottom, give people hope and then take away hope with their own hands.

Playing with human hearts is sometimes more painful than direct death.

Death is only a moment, and it can cause people to fall into despair and even make people mentally disordered and painful for a lifetime.

Conan didn't doubt the authenticity of Guangyou's words, because he knew that Guangyou could do this.

Is it illegal?

As long as Guangyou's hands and feet are clean, even Conan can't help him.

"Guangyou, do you really want to do this?"

Conan didn't know how to persuade Guangyou to give up this idea.

But what he didn't expect was that Guangyou actually smiled at him, and then said, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you by doing this kind of thing."

"It's just that I'm very angry."

If it was what Guangyou could have done before, but now he is not alone, he has to consider the thoughts of those around him.

"Really?"

His reaction exceeded Conan's expectations, and the sudden change made him even a little distrustful of Guangyou.

He always felt that Guangyou would deal with him superficially and then retaliate secretly.

"Relax, really not."

Guangyou waved his hand, looking okay, and yawned incidentally, "But they definitely don't want to make money in their current position."

He could promise Conan not to mess around, but it was not so easy to forgive them completely.

"That's good."

Conan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have to see when the garden party will call me an apology."

Guangyou leaned on the sofa with a sarcasm smile, "These capitalists are really black."

After watching the TV for a while, Xiaolan's voice rang outside the door.

"I am back."

Xiao Lan, who had bought some vegetables, opened the door and walked in.

Xiao Ai followed behind her, carrying a large bag of vegetables in her hand.

Now the time has come to 11:17, and it is estimated that Shao Shao Nong has gotten over 12 o'clock.

So the two went straight into the kitchen after entering the door.

"Speaking of which, I am really hungry."

Guangyou rubbed his stomach and looked back at the direction of the kitchen. "I really don't know what to eat for lunch today."

"You eat most of it anyway."

Conan pushed his representative black-rimmed glasses, then picked up "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes" on the table and looked through it.

Guangyou took a glance and then retracted his eyes, vomiting: "You really don't get tired of it."

Conan answered without looking up, "This is a classic, it doesn't hurt to see more."

"Fine."

Guangyou pressed the remote control a few times, and when he found that there were no interesting programs, he turned off the TV, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At this time, the only thing left in the office was the sound of reading Conan next to him and the faint sound of a chopper touching the chopping board from the kitchen.

As for Uncle Maori, he found an excuse to leave the office as soon as he came back.

Said that he was going to find friends to play mahjong to celebrate Guangyou's discharge.

So he is not in the office, but according to him, he will come back to eat.

As time passed by, a seductive fragrance gradually filled the office.

"Gurulu~"

The stomachs of both Guangyou and Conan protested in despair at the same time.

Can only smell the fragrance, but can't eat it, it is simply suffering.

However, we can tell from the taste that today's dishes are lighter.

After a while, all kinds of food scents have mixed together.

But Guangyou smelled a familiar smell in this complex fragrance.

"Chives?"

Guangyou, who had distinguished the source of the smell, looked back at the kitchen, somewhat puzzled.

He sniffed it again, and found that the unique scent of leek was mixed with the scent of eggs.

"Scrambled eggs with chives are okay."

Guangyou likes this dish, so he smashed his lips and said, "I haven't eaten it for a long time. It smells good, but I don't know how it tastes."

"It smells so good, I can't read the book anymore."

Conan closed the book and put it on the coffee table, then lay back, and continued to wait for the meal with Guangyou.

Finally, after waiting for another ten minutes, Xiao Lan, who was wearing an apron around her waist, walked out of the kitchen carrying vegetables.

"Conan, you help Guangyou to wash your hands and get ready to eat."

The two people's stomachs are now too hungry.

Without Xiaolan, Conan took the initiative to wash his hands with Guangyou, and then took him to the dining table.

Xiaolan put the untied apron and sat down and said, "Okay, we will have dinner when Dad comes back."

Uncle Maori seemed to be pinching a spot for dinner. A few minutes after Xiaolan had just finished speaking, he opened the door with a dozen beer and walked in.

When all the people are there, then you can start a meal.

After saying "I started", the luxurious lunch to celebrate Guangyou's discharge from the hospital officially began.

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[Merry Christmas~]