Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Hey, Conan, have you noticed anything?" The chef looked at the young lady who was lying on the ground, smelling and touching, you look so vulgar.

"Shut up!" Conan To looked at the chef's imaginative look and a black line immediately hung on his forehead. What are you pervert thinking? If the clues are so easy to find, then everyone is a detective, okay?

"Little boss, do you really believe that this kid can solve the case?" Elena looked at the young shota who was still studying a pile of garbage with a strange expression. The little boss couldn't be stupid. Instead of asking the police to help with this kind of thing, he asked a young lady to solve the case. What the hell is this?

"Believe in this kid," the chef said nonchalantly while cracking melon seeds: "This kid is a famous detective. If he can't solve the case, then who else can solve the case?" The chef said in his heart: This is The boy is a big fool. As long as he starts investigating the case, all the clues will come to his door automatically.

"Top-loading washing machine" Elena looked confused. Why didn't she know that home appliances could solve crimes? Are you kidding me?

"Well, does this car belong to this sister?" Conan ran to Elena at some point and was smelling the scent of Elena.

"Rogue!" Elena slapped her out of instinct.

"Danger" The moment Elena slapped the little shot away, a long black arrow suddenly flew out of the woods.

"Who?" The true energy in the chef's body suddenly activated, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and his index finger and middle finger pinched the long arrow. The arrow, which was originally powerful, was actually resolved like this.

"Give it back to you." The chef who held the long arrow yelled angrily and then threw the long arrow back in the direction from which it was shot.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from the woods. It was obvious that the chef's attack was successful.

"Where's the person?" However, when the chef leaped into the woods, he didn't even see a single figure.

"Nothing was found." Ten minutes later, Bruce finally arrived at the scene with a bunch of sorghum, and the forensic doctors in white coats began collecting evidence from the wreckage of the car. But unfortunately, the only thing they gained besides a pile of coke was the origin of the bomb.

"What is the origin of this bomb?" the chef was curious. According to the plot of the American TV series, something should be discovered by now.

"This is not a regularly manufactured bomb. Judging from the wreckage, this thing should be modified from a prop used to shoot explosion scenes in the movie." Bruce looked at Elena, who was still in a daze. The murderer was probably from the Wonder Girl crew. Members, especially those prop masters who often come into contact with such props, are very suspicious.

"Elena, have you thought of something?" Seeing that Elena was still in a daze, Bruce couldn't help but wonder, and the latter had already made a guess.

"Ah" Elena was stunned when she heard Bruce ask: "No, I'm thinking about what to eat for dinner tonight."

Bruce:

"Is the murderer really someone from the crew?" The chef lowered his head and asked the drum washing machine who was still applying it on his face. The latter's face was swollen into a pig's head after being slapped by Elena. What did these women eat to grow? , this strength is too terrifying. The drum washing machine couldn't help but think of Conan's girlfriend that the chef said, and silently lit the wax for the poor child.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. Considering your IQ, it's all in vain." Xiao Zhengtai looked at the crew members who were being questioned by Tiao Zishu. They were also here to participate in Elena's harvest festival. After all, they were all the same crew. Yes, there is a party at Elena's house, so naturally they will not be forgotten.

"What do you mean?" The chef's eyelids twitched, and he looked down on us who have a primary school diploma and can't be poked in the foot. The chef stretched out his big hand and angrily rubbed the head of the drum washing machine. It seems that rubbing the head of Conan's dog is really addictive. No wonder those weird cartoons are like this. My sisters love rubbing so much.

"Weren't you curious just now about why I wanted to smell Sister Wen Elena's perfume?" The little shot, who was made into a non-mainstream style, broke away from the chef's clutches in displeasure, and said with a serious face: "The place where the explosion just happened is except The smell of gunpowder actually also has a strong smell of perfume.”

"So you're just crazy enough to tease Elena?" The chef looked disdainful. He didn't expect that drum washing machines in this world still have such a hobby. People really can't be judged by their appearance.

"Go away!" Xiao Zhengtai twitched the corner of his mouth, you are the pervert who is a wretched minor.

"What about the result?" Seeing that Conan was about to run away, the chef quickly changed the topic. Well, it feels great to flirt with the shadow of my childhood.

"It turns out that it's just Elena's own body fragrance." After Xiaozhengtai finished speaking, he took a deep breath as if he was still thinking about it. Where is my kitchen knife?

"It's you, did you catch the murderer just now?"

"Forget it, there's not even a single figure in the bushes." The chef was also curious. With his own skill, he actually let his opponent run away without even seeing a figure. He was about to be laughed at by a certain cooking spirit when he turned around.

"That's strange, I obviously heard the screams." Xiao Zhengtai saw it with his own eyes. The speed of the bow and arrow thrown back by the chef was definitely not slower than the bullet, and the latter didn't leave any injuries at all.

"Where's the arrow? Have you found it?"

"Did you say this?" The big cook embarrassedly took out the long arrow that he threw back. The latter had been broken into pieces. It was only because the big chef was too excited at the time that he used too much energy at once.

"Are you sure you are not an accomplice?" Xiao Zhengtai was speechless. He originally wanted to find clues from this thing. Maybe he could also directly collect fingerprints or something. Now that it's a pile of wood slag, he can still check the P by himself.

"Boy, you haven't done anything discordant recently, have you?" The big chef looked at the arrow and suddenly asked the young shota.

"What?" Xiao Shota, who was thinking about it, was stunned. What did this guy want to say?

"I asked, have you done anything bad recently, such as snatching lollipops from little girls?" the chef continued to ask.

"You just grabbed someone else's lollipop. What are you trying to say?" said the drum washing machine. "Why are you talking so illogically? We are still thinking about the case. What are you talking about?"

"It seems that the target of the arrow just now was you." The chef scratched his head. He was so anxious that he forgot to tell this kid.

"Ah" the drum washing machine looked confused, "What the hell is this? I just arrived in the United States yesterday, and today you told me that someone is going to kill me. Is this a big joke? Do you have a face that is hated by others?" Face?

"I think you might look a lot like a certain hero who is easy to hate." The big chef was also curious. Who would kill a child for nothing? It seemed to be a possibility. Suddenly something appeared in the big chef's mind. One line: "You can lose a team battle, but Luban must die."

"Go away, you are Luban. Your whole family is Luban." Hearing the big chef's analysis, the latter shuddered, and a picture appeared in his mind. A group of weirdly dressed guys were chasing a certain little guy with short legs. Hey, so scary

"Well, I have a bold guess. The murderer just wanted to kill you because you molested Elena." The chef said nonsense in a serious manner. Why was he so happy when he saw the expression of constipation on Xiao Shota's face?

"Well, you're right. I never thought you could think of this even with your IQ." Xiao Zhengtai showed an expression that would wake up the person in his dream. This makes sense. The murderer is probably a fan of Elena, or someone. Secret admirer. The latter's desire to kill Elena can be said to be motivated by love and hatred, and then he wants to kill himself because he is completely jealous that he can have close contact with his crush.

"But we still can't find the murderer." The chef looked at the excited young lady and asked, "Why are you so happy? It seems like you are in danger now, okay?"

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