I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Faced with Akashi Hiroshi's apology, everyone accepted it.

After Akashi Kanren was taken away by the police, Yuanzi said to Uncle Maori: "Uncle, you were so handsome just now!"

What she said was the truth.

In terms of appearance, Uncle Maori is definitely not better than the little fresh meat on TV, but he has the characteristics that those little fresh meat does not.

For example, the aura exuded when he subdued Akashi Hiroto just now.

That kind of confident aura.

I am sure that Akashi Hiroshi cannot resist with confidence.

Moreover, Maori uncle's appearance is actually not low, but he is usually not very reliable, which reduces the overall impression score.

It's still very attractive when it's serious.

"I also think it's handsome." Xiao Lan said with a smile.

To ask Uncle Maori what he likes to listen to the most is undoubtedly to praise him, but the most unsounding thing happens to be the praise of him.

Once he heard someone complimenting him, he felt a little airy.

Now he was a little airy. Hearing Yuanzi and Xiaolan's compliment, Uncle Maori pressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, nodded, and said:

"Actually I think so too."

"I think I'm pretty good." Yuanzi glanced at Conan who was in Xiaolan's arms, remembered her little reasoning, and couldn't help laughing.

"I also inferred a lot of information! The Queen of Inference is indeed well-deserved, and it will be the detective Sonoko Suzuki by then!"

"Ha ha ha..." Conan glanced at the somewhat proud garden and twitched his mouth.

If it weren't for his reminder, it is estimated that this case would have been closed by suicide, where's the reasoning.

And if it wasn't for his sore throat, he couldn't speak just now, and couldn't use the old method to reason, Guangyou was still unwilling to do it for him, Yuanzi had no chance.

But let her be happy.

After all, the case has been solved.

But this case...

"..." Conan thought of the calm when Akashi Hiroto told them everything just now, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

If there were no people like Akashi Yano, Akashi Hiroshi and his wife should live happily.

"It's a pity..." Kosuke said, looking at the direction Akashi Hiroto was leaving, "I think this guy is pretty good."

"By the way, your teacup is timely." Conan suddenly thought of the teacup that played a key role. He looked at Guangyou and whispered in a hoarse voice.

He knew that Guangyou threw it.

And among those present, only Guangyou had that ability.

As for the voice, he has only now discovered that he can speak again.

It's just that his voice is a little hoarse, and he can only speak in a low voice now—it hurts loudly.

Although it hurts to be quiet, at least it is better.

"Small meaning, it's a matter of course." Guangyou admitted frankly, and complimented himself by the way, "It's okay to be accurate."

He indeed threw the teacup over.

At that time, he saw Akashi Hiroshi about to commit suicide, took aim a little, and after calculating in his mind, he threw the tea cup in his hand directly.

In fact, this is mainly about feeling.

He felt that this distance could be hit with such a powerful way, and then he threw the teacup over.

He was lucky. The tea cup hit Hiroto Akashi's wrist, creating an opportunity for Uncle Maori to subdue Hiroto Akashi.

"Yeah." Conan remembered that scene and nodded in agreement. In order to reduce his speech, he responded with a nasal voice.

It is not difficult to hit Akashikuan. He can do it, Xiaolan can do it, Yuanzi can do it, and many people can do it.

But he couldn't accurately hit Akashi Kanren's wrist with a pair of naked eyes and barely had time to aim.

Worthy of being professional.

"Well, it seems not unfamiliar." Guangyou was worried about throwing it out, but told him that he thought too much.

Some things are learned, and after using them too much, it is hard to forget.

Said it is a feeling, but it is also experience. If you use it too much, you will have that feeling naturally.

Estimate the distance with the eyes, calculate the force in the heart, and then use the arm to execute the calculation result.

The human brain is not a computer, and there will certainly be deviations.

And even computers may have the probability of making mistakes, so it depends on luck.

No one can say success every time.

Even those who have never failed, just have more experience, feel more accurate, and have better luck, so they haven't encountered any failure.

Fortunately, he feels very accurate today, and his luck is also good.

Successfully prevented Akashi Hiroto from committing suicide.

For Akashi Hiroshi, Kosuke thinks this person is fine.

Similar to him, but more dedicated.

And after a day of getting along, people are indeed okay.

As he said before:

Kind and helpful...

In addition, he had something in common with him, so he threw it away when he saw that scene.

If Akashi Hiroshi is the kind of person who "poor people must be hateful", then he might sit aside and watch him continue.

"Fortunately, you are not unfamiliar." Conan suddenly thought of something and said with a solemn expression.

"Otherwise, I would'kill someone'."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Guangyou didn't realize what Conan was saying for a while.

Compared to believing that Conan would kill, he might as well believe that Lao Qin would help the old woman cross the road.

Looking at the puzzled Guangyou, Conan said seriously:

"If the criminal commits suicide because of my reasoning, and I have not succeeded in preventing it, then what is the difference between my detective and the criminal?"

After speaking such a long paragraph, Conan quickly picked up the tea cup and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

This relieved the pain in the throat like being pierced by a needle.

"Okay, isn't this stopped?" Guangyou knew his mind and waved his hand.

"Now that the murderer has been arrested, he wanted to commit suicide and I was prevented. Don't put on this expression."

"It's hard to go out on vacation, why do you find so many troubles for yourself?"

He looked at Conan who drank another glass of water and reminded again:

"You still don't speak, you can speak with great difficulty, don't muffle yourself again."

"The loss of voice is only temporary, but if there is any permanent damage to the throat, you will cry at that time."

"Guangyou, don't talk to Conan." Xiaolan reminded when hearing the voices of the two.

"Conan, so are you. Now that you have a sore throat, stop talking."

"When your throat gets better, you can say whatever you want."

"Yeah." Conan nodded warmly in his heart, and responded with a nasal voice.

At this moment, the mountain village fucked back to the living room.

"Mountain village police officer, didn't you go back?" Uncle Maori asked after seeing the village fucking in a daze.

"My camera is still here." Shancun Cao pointed at the camera placed aside, and replied with some embarrassment.

Since that happened just now, and the fact that Uncle Maori was not "sleeping", he forgot about the camera.

Just now, when he sent Akashi Hiroto to a police car, he thought of it when he was about to leave.

"Oh, this." Uncle Maori was suddenly curious about the recorded footage.

In the past, his reasoning was "sleeping", so he could not actually see the reasoning process.

Others praised him for being handsome when he reasoned, but to what extent he was actually curious about him.

He clearly reasoned, but he didn't know what it was like when he reasoned.

In the past, the scene of the crime was only related to the case and the police, and no one would record his appearance when he reasoned.

This time, the mountain village operator brought a camera and recorded all the footage of his reasoning.

Can satisfy his curiosity.

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