I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Bench outside wooden house

At this time, a cool breeze blew, making people involuntarily tighten their clothes.

Looking at Conan eating bread next to him, Xiao Lan asked with concern: "Conan, the house is so warm, why don't you go and sit there?"

"That would have to fit me inside..." Conan bit the bread fiercely, as if treating the bread as Guangyou, and exclaimed in his heart, "Although they didn't drive me out, the atmosphere inside... It doesn't suit me well."

He was very moved when Guangyou gave him bread. Anyway, Guangyou also left him bread, didn't he?

But when he was about to happily eat the bread, Guangyou said to him that nutritious remark, forcibly making the bread in his mouth taste bad.

Must it be emphasized that these breads were bought because they were afraid that he would not be full?

So he resolutely picked up the bread on the table and walked straight out of the house, ready to sit on the bench to solve his lunch problem.

It was indeed a bit cold outside, but it was innocuous. Compared to eating dog food in a warm house, he thought it was better to eat bread with the cold wind outside, and the scenery outside was better.

"Did Guangyou let you out?" Xiaolan was a little surprised. She knew that Li Guangyou was quite sensible, and she probably wouldn't do such a thing. But seeing Conan's inexhaustible expression before her, she always felt Some stories happened to Conan.

"No, it's just that I think bread matches the scenery better." Conan shook his head, looking at Xiao Lan's concerned expression, he said in a ghostly manner, "And you can accompany Xiao Lan sister here."

Hearing this, Xiao Lan laughed and stretched out her hand to rub his hair: "Conan, you are also true."

"Hey..."

Seeing the smile rippling on Xiaolan's face, Conan felt the smell of bread in his mouth returned.

good smell!

The sun hanging in the sky radiated heat, dispelling the chill from the two of them.

"Really, why is this car so slow, I still want to go to the hot springs!"

Suddenly there was a complaint from Uncle Maori in the distance. The two sitting on the bench seemed to have made an appointment. They shook their heads helplessly, then smiled.

…

Inside the wooden house, Guangyou could clearly see what happened between the two through the window.

I couldn't hear the sound, but Guangyou could also guess an idea.

However, Guangyou was too lazy to gossip about the matter between the two of them, so he turned his head, looked at Xiao Ai, and said, "Xiao Ai, I will sleep for a while first, and call me when the car comes."

"Yeah." Xiao Ai nodded, turned around and took out a novel from her backpack, and read it for herself.

After a while, Xiao Ai heard a steady breathing sound. She raised her head, glanced at Guangyou who was asleep on the table, smiled, and then continued to immerse herself in the sea of ​​words.

The sun shines through the glass throughout the wooden house, and the sound of steady breathing is intertwined with the sound of turning over the book, making it quiet and comfortable.

And this is the kind of life Xiao Ai longs for.

...

The location of Xiaotiangushan is not good, and the interval between the two buses is quite long.

When the case was solved, the bus had already left, so the bus waited for nearly an hour.

Hearing the sound of the bus engine outside the door, Xiao Ai raised her head and looked out. After making sure that the bus had reached the foot of the mountain, she stretched out her hand and shook Guangyou, and whispered: "It's time to wake up."

"Oh... OK..."

Just waking up from a beautiful dream, Guangyou was still a little confused. In his hazy vision, his brown hair glowed faintly under the sunlight.

The field of vision gradually became clearer, watching the exquisite side face that Xiao Ai showed in front of him when he packed his schoolbag, Guangyou, who was still in a daze, subconsciously said, "It's so beautiful..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ai smiled, put the packed schoolbag in front of Guangyou, and said, "Don't be poor, they are still waiting outside."

After slowing down for a while, Guangyou woke up completely, put on his backpack, and responded: "Oh."

...

The bus was as empty as before. There was an old woman when it came, but now there is really no one else except the driver and them.

Uncle Maori suddenly had a bad feeling: "It's so deserted here, isn't there no one in that hot spring?"

"Is no one not good?" Guangyou glanced at Uncle Maori strangely, "If there are few people, wouldn't we be a charter?"

"Yeah, I think the fewer people, the better." Xiaolan seemed to think of something, her tone increased, "Dad, you have another purpose, right?"

Hearing this, Conan was puzzled: "Huh? Going to the hot springs is not for the hot springs, so why?"

"Children don't need to know so much." Xiao Lan sullenly, staring at Uncle Maori, keeping her tone of voice, asked, "Dad, honestly, what do you want to do?"

"This...Listen to me..."

Feeling the tremendous pressure from Xiaolan, Uncle Maori's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

Looking at Xiaolan who was about to get angry, he suddenly remembered the phone call the police had just called him.

While waiting for the bus, the police called him.

I thought it was to inform him to go to the police station to make a transcript, but the police called and asked him to bring a message to Xiaolan.

"It is a good thing to subdue the prisoner in that situation, but remember to control it."

Suspicious, he hurriedly asked the whole story. Only then did he learn that Xiaolan saw that Kondo wanted to escape, so he directly shot Kondo's neat uniform.

After checking, Kondo’s jaw was dislocated, three ribs were broken, and one of them almost got stuck in an organ.

Just after the phone call, Uncle Maori didn't feel much. After all, he was still "sleeping" and didn't see Xiao Lan taking action.

But now...Uncle Maori feels that if he really speaks out his purpose, then he might become the next Kondo.

Uncle Maori, who has a strong desire for survival, has an idea and quickly explained: "Of course, I took you to the hot springs because you have been studying very hard recently, and Guangyou has just recovered, so I brought you to relax. How could I have other purposes? ."

"Really?" Xiaolan held her hand, still staring at Uncle Maori, "Then how do you explain what you said before, father?"

In a hurry, Uncle Maori blurted out: "How can I explain how I know?"

"Ok?"

Uncle Maori, who realized that he had answered the question, hurriedly changed his words: "There are so many people, I have no other meaning at all, Xiaolan, don't think too much."

"Temporarily trust you." Xiaolan turned her head and said, "If you let me know that you have other purposes for taking us to the hot spring, I will definitely tell my mother."

"Don't worry, integrity is synonymous with Kogoro Maori." Uncle Maori straightened his collar and said sternly, "And there is no need to tell that woman."

"Is it necessary for you to know it yourself."

Xiaolan had already understood her father's mind. He really wanted to take a few people out to relax, but the purpose was indeed there. Otherwise, how could he hear that he was so motivated to go to the hot spring.

It's just that there is no evidence now, and she has nothing to do with Uncle Maori, so she has to believe him for the time being.

...