I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Ten minutes later, Guangyou was almost done.

Before leaving the kitchen, Guangyou greeted Xiaolan: "Sister Xiaolan, I'm almost done packing, so I will go back to the room and rest for a while."

"Well, thank you Guangyou for your help." Xiaolan smiled.

She felt that the burden on her body was much lighter since she gained a blessing in the family.

She cooks most of the time at home, but Guangyou occasionally helps to cook one or two meals when she is busy or when she feels a little tired.

If he gets up early in the morning, he often helps them prepare breakfast.

After dinner, Guangyou will help her clean up together, and usually help with some housework.

In her opinion, Guangyou is a very good child.

"No thanks." Guangyou smiled back and said indifferently, "I have called your sister, why should I thank you? All right, Sister Xiaolan, I will go back to my room and rest first."

After speaking, Guangyou dried his hands with a towel, turned and left the kitchen.

Looking at Guangyou's back, Xiao Lan suddenly chuckled, "Sister? It's pretty good."

At this time, Guangyou had left the kitchen and went to the living room, and naturally did not hear Xiaolan's voice.

In the living room, Uncle Maori is sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, watching Yoko Okino's variety show attentively.

He had already collected the newspaper and put it aside.

His gaze swept across the newspaper, Guangyou didn't come forward, just glanced at it, and then walked straight to the room.

He has no interest in those arson incidents.

Pushing open the door, Guangyou saw Conan sitting at the table, posing as if thinking.

"Are you thinking about the arson incidents?" Guangyou asked, sitting on the bed, looking at Conan.

"Well, it's boring anyway." Conan nodded and said solemnly.

Hearing this answer, Guangyou felt a little speechless.

Sure enough, there was too little homework.

"Then keep thinking about it, I won't bother you." Guangyou lay down on the bed, prepared the salted fish for a while, and then went to take a bath.

"I always think this case is a bit familiar, but I can't remember it for a while."

When I first watched it, I didn't think it was anything, but now after I calm down and think about it, Conan always feels that he has encountered similar cases.

"Your illusion." Guangyou replied casually, "Sometimes I also have the illusion that'this thing seems to have happened before', just ignore it."

"No, I seem to have really met." Conan denied.

"Then you continue to think..." Guangyou said helplessly, "just leave this to the police, there is nothing wrong with you."

"That's what I said, but it's too boring now, and I can't sleep, so I just use this to pass the time." Conan sighed, "Unfortunately, there is no clue."

In fact, he really wanted to go to the scene of the crime to have a look, maybe he could find some key clues to catch the perpetrator of continuous arson.

But this idea is not realistic.

Unless he becomes an eyewitness or follows Uncle Maori in the past to handle the case, it is impossible for him to intervene in his current situation.

But if there are really only these two methods, then Conan thinks it's better not to let himself interfere.

He was thinking about the case over there, while Guangyou was lying on the bed sending messages to Xiao Ai.

Indeed, he was not interested in those arson incidents, but it also reminded him.

There is a dangerous man in Tokyo who likes to play with fire.

I have to remind Xiao Ai.

"Xiao Ai, there was an arsonist in Tokyo recently, and he has not been caught yet. If you find suspicious people nearby, you must notify me first."

After editing the message, Guangyou pressed the send button.

Soon after, Xiao Ai replied: "Is it the last few consecutive arson incidents? I know that, I will be careful, don't you worry."

"Well, remember, if you find a suspicious person, remember to notify me as soon as possible." Guangyou asked again.

A few seconds later, Xiao Ai replied:

"I know, I will tell you. I won't talk about it. I have to do research. You go to bed earlier."

"Yeah, I got it." Guangyou smiled slightly, edited the text message and sent it.

"good night."

"good night."

Putting away the phone, Guangyou stood up, sat up from the bed, glanced at Conan who was still thinking about the case, and couldn't help but vomit: "Thinking for so long without any clues, it's Conan... "

Without disturbing Conan, who was immersed in the thinking case, Guangyou took his pajamas and left the room and walked to the bathroom.

...

The feeling of immersing the whole body in hot water made Guangyou breathe a sigh of relief.

"Cool..."

With the passage of time, the fatigue accumulated during the week slowly disappeared.

The muscles of the whole body were relaxed, a drowsiness surged into his heart, Guangyou couldn't help yawning, and a drop of crystal was secreted from the corner of his eyes.

This drop of crystal slid down his cheeks, and finally gathered in the bathtub water.

After feeling the time to soak was almost up, Guangyou got up, stepped out of the bathtub, dried himself with a towel, put on pajamas, opened the door, and left the bathroom.

Back in the room, Conan was still thinking about the case.

Seeing this picture, Guangyou was speechless.

I haven't seen it at the crime scene, and I don't have any useful clues.

Why can Conan think for so long?

This is too boring.

"Are you still thinking about the arson incidents?" Guangyou sat on the bed cross-legged and said, "It's useless to think about it, and there are no useful clues."

"No." Conan shook his head and explained, "I'm just thinking, is this arsonist really just trying to provoke the police, or is there another purpose."

"What do you want to do so much." Guangyou glanced at Conan. "You can't help it even if you figure it out. There is no evidence of the identity of the murderer, and there is no detailed address of the next arson site. It is better to go to bed earlier."

With that said, Guangyou reached out and touched his hair.

After feeling almost done, Guangyou got back into his bed.

"Don't think about it so much. Hurry up and take a bath and go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow." Guangyou disgusted, "It's really free."

"All right." Conan thought so.

No matter how much he thinks here, there is no substantive effect.

If you want to catch the prisoner, you must at least let him go to the crime scene first.

After figuring it out, Conan got up from the chair, took a set of pajamas, and left the room.

At this time, Guangyou had closed his eyes, recalling the scene on the green field today, with a smile on his mouth.

With good memories resting on his back, Guangyou soon fell asleep.

...

Half an hour later, Xiao Ai in pajamas returned to the basement.

Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, Xiao Ai said softly: "It's already time, um...it's time to go to bed."

But her hair hasn't dried completely, so it's not appropriate to sleep like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Ai stepped forward, walked to the table, picked up a notebook on the table, and pulled out the paper sandwiched in between.

Unfolding the paper and looking at the painting on it, she smiled softly.

After watching for a few minutes, Xiao Ai reached out and touched her hair. After feeling almost dry, she said softly with a smile on her mouth: "Go to sleep."

...