Conan’s Denial of Confession

"Little sister, what's your name?"

When the little fat man smiled, the fat on his face was crowded together, and his eyes almost disappeared.

Amamiya Noriko is also me. It's easy for other people to think that you closed your eyes when talking to others.

She doesn't discriminate against Fatty, but it's okay for this Fatty to greet him with a smile, his grin is about to come out, and his squinted eyes look up and down at her, his eyes are very unpleasant.

Because the storage space for spare clothes is limited, it is just such a white dress. Although the skirt is long to the calf, it looks fresh and refined in summer.

Amamiya Noriko smiled brightly and said, "Have you seen enough?"

"Of course I haven't seen enough. What's your name? Which one does it belong to? My father is the Nancun police inspector, and the head of the traffic department. I'm Nancun Takaya."

Amamiya Noriko pursed her lips and smiled and said, "I heard your father cracked a smuggling case recently?"

"You know that, of course. In fact, I happened to be at the scene that day, and the truck driver looked very dragged. I saw that he was upset and stopped him. I didn't expect to hide a lot of things."

"But in fact, I've already seen that there's something wrong with that guy. There are still a lot of good things. A bunch of chemicals that seem to be banned, and they don't look very valuable. They were all handed over by Dad."

Speaking of this, Takashi Minamura couldn't help but speak proudly. After speaking, he felt that he just happened to be not handsome enough, and changed it to his own eyes to see the problem.

How, so handsome, no girl would not be tempted, right?

Takashi Nanmura proudly stroked his greasy bangs with his fat hands, dashingly.

Amamiya Noriko nodded, she understood, and when she turned back, she arranged an encounter with Master Qin. He happened to hear the words intact, and he would give you a ride on the Distillery Express Hell Express, which is more dashing.

"I didn't keep the chemicals because they didn't look like they were worth anything, but it's nice to have a small box, and there are capsules that I don't know what to use. I tell you, it must be a fake drug, but It's the kind of non-genuine medicine that really works, and it's expensive."

"I didn't keep those chemicals, but I kept the finished product. I'll go back and see what medicines are there. All medicines are good. It saves the trouble of buying them."

Takashi Nanmura was talking to himself, and gradually began to look like he was losing his mind. When Noriko Amamiya heard the last look, you were taking too much medicine, right?

"Second-generations who remove the main characters are really scumbags. No wonder they can be used as a reason for the murderer to commit the crime."

Amamiya Noriko smacked her lips and took out the disposable gloves for chicken eating from the skirt.

Takashi Nanmura's eyes lit up, "Ah, I was thinking that you are a little small, maybe you have less fun. I didn't expect you to bring it with you."

"Well, can't you take it with you?"

Amamiya Noriko tore open the package, put on disposable gloves, and stretched her fingers.

Nanmura Takahashi looked at it in astonishment. Hunger was different from what he thought.

"Hey—"

Minamura Takashi slapped a straight fist next to his head, and the wind brought him to his senses.

Amamiya Noriko flicked her wrists to move her muscles and bones, and then her slender hands clenched into fists, and the hurried fists kept swept past Takashi Nanmura's head, each time it almost hit him by the slightest error.

Nanmura Takashi felt the torrential wind and rain rubbing his fist past his ears. The sound of the wind was coming one after another, and it was about to smash into his ears. He couldn't help but his face was tense and hard, and his face gradually turned pale.

He squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "You bastard, who are you..."

"I'm here to let you feel the love of society, huhu."

Amamiya Noriko exhaled, and the speed of the punches increased. At the moment when Takaya Nanmura's lips trembled, he subconsciously took a step back, and he closed his fists and bent his arms, "Stunning uppercuts with full proficiency."

Nanmura Takao suddenly suffered a severe blow to his jaw, and he rolled his eyes in pain and lost consciousness.

Amamiya Noriko stretched out her hand and pressed the head of Takashi Minamura, who was about to collapse, against the wall on one side, letting him slowly lean against the wall and slump in the corner.

In the first fight of fighting boxing learned in Hawaii, he knocked down with one punch, full score.

The gloved hand grabbed the opponent's back collar and dragged the person to the most corner. Yuanzi's room was originally in the corner of the top floor, and generally no one would come here.

"Buzz."

Amamiya Noriko glanced at the phone that vibrated in his pocket, and it was a message from his father: "The man next to me is Nancun police inspector. He wants me to marry my precious daughter to his son. It's whimsical. And his son's behavior is very bad, if you see the fat man, try to avoid it."

"It's whimsical, yes, yes."

Amamiya Noriko was satisfied with her father's response and replied, "Okay, I will avoid them. You and your mother should try not to get close to them."

That adult policeman is probably Master Qin's real target.

Then he threw Nancun Takashi in the corner and went to the bathroom of Yuanzi's room to wash the disposable gloves away.

Amamiya Noriko went out and went back to the banquet. She had already opened the trumpet, but she was delayed by that fat man.

Both scumbags and scumbags have no meaning at all, and they won't add points without a heartfelt confession, wasting her time.

However, it’s still okay to provide a little clue. Go back and turn the fat man over to the police, and casually mention his drug use as an enthusiastic citizen. As for him saying that he was beaten by a beautiful girl, it’s a matter of opinion. Whether the police officer will believe it or not is a matter of opinion. A drug addict.

It doesn't matter if you believe it, her face is rarely used.

After she went out for a while, Kudo Shinichi, who was looking around, walked to the corner of Sonoko's room and looked inside.

"Where did Amamiya go?"

Kudo Shinichi pondered, he saw that Amamiya Noriko should be heading towards her father, but he had already turned around in the background~www.NovelMTL.com~ did not see Amamiya Noriko.

Originally, after being reminded by Noriko Amamiya, Shinichi Kudo turned his detective instincts into full force and went around the banquet to collect any suspicious information.

Of course, he would not be left behind in the backstage, but in the backstage, Chieda Riho was seen bringing Amamiya Ludou and Amamiya Emi over, but their daughter Amamiya Noriko was not seen.

It stands to reason that Amamiya Noriko reminded him that he was going to her father later, why are they not together again?

He was in a very complicated mood, feeling that Amamiya Noriko was the person with the most suspicious points in the audience.

He walked around this corner at will, and at the corner at the end of the aisle, he frowned when he saw the fat man collapsed on the ground.

"Victim?"

Kudo Shinichi squatted down and probed. His breathing was normal, and he seemed to just fall asleep.

Why do you sleep here for no reason?

Kudo Shin took a look at the back of the other's head and neck, and there seemed to be no injuries, which made people want to find out.

Even though he patted his face, he couldn't wake up.

"Sorry, this is to collect clues to help you find out what's going on."

Kudo Shinichi put a handkerchief into his chest pocket with a handkerchief, and slowly took out a small packet of white powder.

Kudo Shinichi's face turned dark, a drug addict?

He thought that he had finally found a breakthrough in Amamiya Noriko's vague suspense, wasting his expression.

When he was speechless and prepared to tell Officer Mumu about them, the slight footsteps approaching made him feel chills. The moment he turned his head suddenly, he was slashed by a palm knife. The last moment he lost consciousness, he saw a wheat-colored skin. He picked up the small bag of powder in his hand.