I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Guangyou, are you finished?" Xiaolan walked out of the bathroom and saw Guangyou standing in the living room with two buckets of instant noodles on the table next to her.

"Hurry up and wash up when you have finished eating, and go to rest early. It's not too early now."

It wasn't until he heard Xiaolan's voice that Guangyou returned to God.

"Um... I'll go after I eat."

"Then let's go back to the room first, Guangyou, remember to go to bed early." Xiaolan felt that Guangyou was a little weird, as if something was on her mind.

But she didn't ask either.

Who doesn't have a secret in his heart that cannot be told?

"Good." Guangyou calmed down and nodded.

After saying "Goodnight" to each other again, Xiaolan and He Ye went to sleep in the room.

And Guangyou continued to solve the instant noodles that had not been eaten just now.

After a while, the noodles have grown a little bit, but the taste is okay.

After eating the instant noodles, Guangyou cleared the table, and then disposed of the leftover noodle soup and empty bowls before going to wash.

After a simple wash, he returned to the room, and Guangyou called Hattori Heiji to wash with Conan, and he climbed directly into the bed, ready to go to bed.

Before going to bed, Guangyou habitually took out his mobile phone and took a look.

An unread text message was found.

When he was in the park before, he turned his mobile phone to silent, so that he didn't want anyone to disturb him, although...

Not many people know his phone.

But still adjusted.

After opening the text message, Guangyou's mouth raised, "Why did Nizi text me... Is there anything you can't say face to face?"

The person who sent the text message was Xiao Ai, and it was probably when he was eating noodles before.

"Don't think too much, go to bed early."

There is one more sentence behind.

"good night."

The black characters on the screen seemed to have some warmth at this moment, and Guangyou looked at the text message with a smile on his face.

This was a text message half an hour ago, Guangyou didn't want to disturb Xiao Ai's sleep, so he didn't reply.

After glanced at the content of the text message, Guangyou turned off the screen and put the phone next to the pillow.

Not long after closing his eyes, Guangyou suddenly remembered something, then opened his eyes and got out of bed and walked to the desk.

When Guangyou lay on the bed again, there was a Shiba Inu-shaped doll beside his pillow.

Closing his eyes, Guangyou smiled at the corners of his mouth, as if to himself or replying to the text message, and said softly.

"good night..."

...

The next morning, the group finished their breakfast and rested for a while, then set off to Mihua Central Hospital.

Mr. Nanchuan, the head iron, is recuperating there now.

In a single-person ward of the hospital, Nan Chuan was lying on the bed. Hearing the movement of the door opening, he turned his head and took a look.

The door was pushed open and Guangyou and his group walked into the ward.

"It's you."

After resting in the hospital for a day or two, although Nan Chuan was still wearing a bandage, his complexion was much better.

Speaking is not as weak as it was a few days ago.

"Mr. Nanchuan, how are you recovering?" Hattori Heiji walked to the hospital bed without being too polite, so he moved a chair and sat down.

Sitting up half-sit up with his hands, Nan Chuan erected the pillow, leaned against his back, and replied, "The recovery is not bad."

"The doctor said that the injury was not serious, but he still had to stay in the hospital for a week. If there is no problem, he can go home and recuperate."

"It's okay." Hattori Heiji nodded.

On the side, He Ye stepped forward, put the fruit basket bought on the road on the bedside table, and said, "Mr. Nanchuan, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Just come here, there is no need to bring anything." Nanchuan turned his head and glanced at the fruit basket, and thanked him, "but thank you anyway."

Withdrawing his gaze, Nan Chuan said again: "After I go back, please say hello to Minister Toyama for me."

"I'll tell my father." He Ye nodded and agreed.

"Thank you..." Nan Chuan glanced at a few people in the ward and suddenly said apologetically, "I'm really sorry about this time."

Before he went to persuade Itou Misari, he had made preparations, and expected that he might not be able to persuade him, and would even be in danger.

But what he didn't expect was that someone would come to him.

After all, this is his business alone.

Let others be in danger because of him, this is his fault.

"It's okay, if you want to say sorry, in fact, I think Mr. Nanchuan you might as well say'thank you'." Hattori Heiji waved his hand and said indifferently.

"If we hadn't come, you might have been silenced."

He is easing the current atmosphere from another angle.

"That's what I said."

Nanchuan was not stupid who could come up with that kind of secret signal. After a daze, he also understood Hattori Heiji's deep meaning and smiled and nodded.

"Thank you all this time!"

This thank you from the heart, Kusukawa really appreciates Hattori Heiji and them.

Although he was prepared for death when he was arrested, he was able to survive, saying that he was not happy is absolutely false.

There is only one life, and he still cherishes it.

"Yeah." Hattori Heiji didn't say anything like "No thanks", and smiled.

When it comes to this kind of thing, you should do what you should, and there is no need to be too polite. That will not only lose face, but also appear to be worthwhile.

By the hospital bed, Guangyou accidentally saw a newspaper on the bedside table, which published the horse race the previous two days.

"Really love gambling..." Guangyou has no interest in this kind of thing. When it comes to gambling, he can do tricks.

A seemingly fair machine can do tricks, not to mention this kind of artificially controllable game. It's easy to do tricks secretly.

The racehorse can do tricks on the horse, or buy the rider...

Of course, there are many regular horse racing competitions, but in some competitions, whoever wants to win will win.

"Don't touch these things in the future."

Seeing Guangyou's gaze staying on the newspaper on the bedside table, Xiao Ai glanced at the content on it, and then reminded it out loud.

Hearing Xiao Ai's voice, Guangyou returned to his senses and glanced at her.

"I still want to buy a bag." Xiao Ai said, looking at Guangyou naturally.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Guangyou responded with a smile.

"Yeah." Xiao Ai nodded.

When the two were talking, Hattori Heiji had just finished talking with Nanchuan.

"Mr. Nanchuan, then we'll leave first." Hattori Heiji saw that Mr. Nanchuan was recovering well, and was about to leave.

This time they came to see the wounded.

There is an age gap between the two, and there are not many topics in common. The only topic in common is this case.

Can't let him talk to Mr. Nanchuan where he went to play these days, right?

They are not yet familiar to this level.

His acquaintance with Mr. Nanchuan was limited to his former subordinates with Ye's father.

"Okay, go slowly, I won't send you off like this." Nan Chuan bowed his head and motioned to the bandage on his body.

Said to a few people, "You can come to me if you have time in the future. I treat you to dinner as an expression of gratitude."

"We will go sometime." Hattori Heiji got up and greeted him, "Then let's go, Mr. Nanchuan, take a good rest."

"Okay." Nan Chuan was lying on the hospital bed, watching a few people walk outside the door, and repeated, "Say hello to Minister Toyama for me."

"I'll talk to my father." He Ye walked at the end and repeated what he said just now.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, Mr. Nanchuan, take a good rest."

"it is good."

After another courtesy, He Ye closed the door of the ward.

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