A Sorcerer in the Detective World

At nine o'clock in the evening, Osaka.

In the bedroom of the service department, in the bedroom of the service department, the service department of the nose and the face was squatted on the tatami, and the service department Jinghua took the wound medicine and carefully applied it to the service department.

"Ah, ah... hurt! Please, mom, can't you be lighter?"

The service department complained flatly, and the service department Jinghua sneaked a slap on the wound of the service department: "Are you hurting? If you give me my unborn poor grandson, all these pains are transferred to I can do it too..."

The service department first screamed with a sigh of relief, and then a black line: "I didn't say it? It was a misunderstanding! It was a misunderstanding! If you don't believe it, you can go to the hospital to check it!"

"I will check it out." The service department Jinghua should have a voice, and then the service department will pull the quilt. "If I find out that everything is true... I will pack you up tomorrow!"

"Oh..." The service department twitched his mouth. "What if it is fake? How do I count this fight today?"

The service department Jinghua heard a smile: "This fight is all played, how can it be counted? Just be prevention!"

prevention? God special prevention!

I am a white-hearted one, right?

The service department was so angry that he had a stomachache. After watching the service department Jinghua leave the bedroom, he picked up the mobile phone and hesitated. He dialed the number of the leaf.

After the bell rang a few times, the phone was connected, and then the opposite side rang the sound of the leaf: "Hey... is it a flat? Ah... oh..."

Listening to the buzz of the phone and the leaves, the service department glimpsed a little, and asked with some worry: "And Ye, what happened to you?"

"I? I have a stomachache...hey..." and Ye answered.

"Stomach pain?" The service department heard the words, and couldn't help but touch a bruise on his stomach. He sighed. "Are you beaten?"

"Beat? No!" and Ye directly replied, "My mom made a lot of delicious food for me this evening. I have a stomachache and it hurts...hey..."

It’s so painful to eat a stomach... it hurts... hurts...

The service department twitched at the corner of his mouth, and the top of his head seemed to fly over a group of crows. He hanged the phone and threw the phone aside.

It is also a misunderstanding. It is delicious for the hair and leaves to get a table.

The difference between this person and man is so big?

I really want to be more and more mad... oh...

......

At 9:30 in the evening, Maori Detective Office.

In the living room on the third floor, Xiaolan was wearing pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. She swept her eyes and looked at the uncle of Maori, who was drinking TV, watching TV, and the garbage bag at the entrance of the entrance.

"Really... Dad, why haven’t you thrown away the rubbish?”

"Don't be noisy! Don't be noisy! The show is going on, I will throw it when I finish reading it!"

Uncle Maori did not swing back and waved his hand. Conan next to him stood up and said: "Sister Xiaolan, or I will throw it - just I want to breathe!~"

"Then please, you."

Uncle Maori pushed the boat, Xiaolan glanced at Uncle Maori, and then smiled: "Take it to you, Conan. Also, it is night, be sure to pay attention to safety, and return as soon as possible after throwing garbage..."

"I know, Xiaolan sister."

Conan screamed, got up and walked to the door, changed the shoes, Xiaolan reached out and patted his head: "Yes, Conan! If you meet the neighbor's little sister again, you must not bully her." - Especially not allowed to grab her lollipop!"

Listening to Xiaolan’s words, Conan’s awkwardness almost didn’t fall –

What the hell! Xiaolan, why are you still thinking about this?

That is really a misunderstanding... it is a misunderstanding!

Conan sullenly took the garbage bag out of the door, throwing away the garbage and returning to the original road, but did not return to the living room on the third floor, but walked into the office on the second floor.

The office has turned off the lights. In the dark, Conan walked to the sofa and sat down, pinching his chin to sort out what happened today:

"... It is now certain that Mr. James from the United States should be the same as the teacher of Judy and Akai, and they are all FBI! Their goal should be Belmore! The American FBI has sent people over, what is it? Action against the organization?"

Conan’s head was full of question marks. After thinking about it, he scratched his head: “... hateful! Shu Yunwen’s guy recognized him at the first sight of James, which means he knows more than me! But that The guy's mouth is too tight, even if I want to ask, he will not even tell me... When I say it, I asked the Ministry of Clothing to investigate the whereabouts of Aki in Osaka. Now I don't know how his investigation is going. Wouldn't there be any clues?"

Conan thought about it and found out his earring-style mobile phone, dialing the number of the service department.

After a few seconds, the phone was connected, and Conan immediately said: "The service department is me..."

"Crap! Of course I know it is you! I have your number!"

On the other side of the phone, the service department squatted in the bed, and Conan snorted and looked surprised.

Strange! How does the tone of the service department sound so bad? What medicine did he take wrong?

Conan groaned inside, and coughed and asked, "What about the service department? I want to ask, I asked you to help with the investigation. How did you check it? Is there any result?"

Have you got the result?

Mommy! Kudo, this guy dared to call and ask?

If it is not to help this guy investigate, how can it cause misunderstanding? How could you be beaten by your father and mother?

It’s all because of this bastard...

In his bedroom, the service department found the root of his beating, and grinded his teeth with hatred. He said with a smile: "Is that still used? Of course, all of them have been checked!"

"Really?" Conan blinked. "Let's talk to me soon..."

"This thing, it is not convenient on the phone." The service department bite his teeth. "...It’s just the next day of the Peking Opera Kendo contest. It’s better to come to Osaka to watch my game. Let’s talk about it in person. Of course. I will help you investigate so hard, you have to work hard for me..."

"Okay! Then I will invite you to dinner..."

Conan smiled slightly, and the service department Pingdi said: "What to eat, too much to see outside - you are still women!"

When the service department was flat, Conan snorted and smiled helplessly: "Really, how do you guys make this joke? I hang up first!"

Conan hangs up the phone, and in the bedroom of his own house, the service department slaps a slap -

joke? Who is special joke with you? Do you know how much sin I have suffered for you?

Humph! I will buy you women's clothes tomorrow!