I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

"Brother Chu Ming?" Conan stood at the door with an incredulous look on his face, looking at Chu Ming.

You stole the questions from me again?

Chu Ming took Conan out of Xiaolan's arms and said, "Xiaolan, leave this kid to me. I'll take him to bed."

Then he turned around and smiled at Conan: "Being a detective is just like this~ So simple~"

Conan wanted to go crazy in his arms: "No, this is not right! This is not how detectives work! You are a cult! Aren't detectives supposed to find clues and use reasoning to find evidence to identify the murderer? Don't skip steps!!"

Chu Ming took out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and put them on his face: "All roads lead to Rome. As long as I get there, why would you care if I went there by plane~"

Conan clenched his fists: "Next time! Next time I will definitely prove to you what real detective reasoning looks like!!"

Chu Ming looked at the indignant little detective. It seemed that after his body became smaller, Conan's mind also changed unconsciously, becoming gradually childish. Was this the effect of the drug, or -

——His own character problem?

Chu Ming directly plagiarized the line that Conan said to Hattori: "There is no true or false in reasoning, because there is only one truth."

Conan stared in amazement at Chu Ming who shamelessly borrowed his words, and was dumbfounded and speechless.

Shameless, so shameless!

Who told him the truth? They were obviously discussing why they didn't deduce the murderer's crime process!

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The next afternoon, Kogoro Mori prepared to take a few people directly back to Tokyo.

"This is too weird. Every time I go out, I encounter a murder case. Am I really cursed? Do I have to go and pray?"

Maori Kogoro muttered while driving: "Hey, I remember there are a lot of cherry blossom trees on the mountain ahead, shall we go take some pictures?"

Without waiting for the other three people in the car to respond, he stepped on the accelerator and the car was already driving over there.

"Really? Dad obviously didn't want to ask for our opinions, so why did he even ask us..." Xiaolan muttered.

"Sakura? It's April now?"

"Yes, the cherry blossoms in April are the most beautiful. Although the ones in the city are also good, they are nothing compared to the wild cherry blossoms growing in the mountains~"

Kogoro Mouri stood under the tree where petals were flying, his face full of intoxication.

Chu Ming leaned against the tree trunk, slightly tilting his face up. The wind blew the treetops, lifting the dancing petals. The petals fell, tiny and light, onto the tips of his hair.

'Crack--'

Xiaolan captured this scene in time and then handed the camera to Chu Ming.

"Brother Chu Ming took a really nice picture of this."

In the photo, the boy is standing under a tree, with light and shadow interweaving, like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world.

Chu Ming held the photo happily: "Oh, which boy is so handsome~——It's me~"

"..."

Conan looked at Chu Ming with dead fish eyes. Why did he say there was a face on the ground just now? It turned out that Chu Ming threw it down because he didn't want it anymore.

Noticing Conan's look, Chu Ming picked him up and put him next to Xiaolan: "Can I take a picture for you too?"

Taking a few steps back, Chu Ming carefully looked for the position and light. It took him a long time to take a picture and then walked over to show it to Xiaolan.

"Wow——" Xiaolan's eyes were filled with joy, "Brother Chu Ming took such a nice picture of me, but why does Conan look so...small?"

Upon hearing this, Conan quickly jumped up to look, and sure enough, in the photo, Xiaolan was looking at him gently with her head slightly lowered. He didn't know if it was intentional by Chu Ming, but Xiaolan in the photo looked gentle and beautiful, and the light and shadow matched well.

But why! He was photographed like a short melon!

This must be intentional, right?

Facing Conan's questioning eyes, Chu Ming looked particularly innocent.

"After all, you are really short now~" Chu Ming touched Conan's head and fooled him irresponsibly, "Why not let your sister Xiaolan hold your arms and uncle Maori hold your legs every night, stretching both sides, maybe you will be taller."

??? Are you a devil? ?

"Doesn't your conscience hurt for deceiving a child?" Conan replied expressionlessly. "Forget it, you have no conscience."

Chu Ming looked at Conan who was asking and answering his own questions, and didn't speak for a long time. Was he saying that his words left him speechless?

Impossible! He will never be at a loss for words!

Chu Ming leaned close to Conan's ear and whispered, "I have a conscience, but you are not a child."

"..."

"Okay, let's go, it's getting late."

Kogoro Maori finally took enough photos and decided to go back.

Chu Ming lay drowsy on the back of the chair. He would easily fall asleep when he was bored, especially when he was in the car or when he had to stay in one posture for a long time.

“Crack—Ziz—”

The car suddenly jolted a few times and stopped.

Chu Ming was shaken awake and rubbed his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Maori Kogoro got out of the car and checked it, his face heavy with sorrow: "The tire is broken, and there is no spare tire on this car."

"What should we do? Let the towing company come and tow it?"

Maori Kogoro shook his head. "We are in the mountains. The nearest trailer will probably come up tomorrow. It's getting dark. It looks like we will have to sleep in the car for the next few days."

Conan suddenly came over and pointed to the hillside not far away: "Uncle, look over there, there seems to be a temple, we can stay there for a night——"

Chu Ming nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it would be very uncomfortable to sleep in the car."

He had experienced this deeply before, when he slept in the car during a mission with Gin. Gin's old car was not flat for lying down, and he couldn't even straighten his legs. It was too uncomfortable, and he never wanted to experience it again.

"Okay, let's go take a look."

Following the mountain road, the group slowly walked up, and a fairly neat temple appeared before them.

"Sanni Temple--" Kogoro Mori looked at the name of the temple at the door.

Chu Ming, who had been following behind, was excited. Shanni Temple? The one with Mist Tengu?