I Am Liked by Non-human Beings and Surrounded by Barrage

It was stained red by blood, but there was a line of weird graphics printed on it, which looked like text but was illegible.

"Is this left by the dead?"

Mori Kogoro stroked his chin and said.

Jia Luo's expression changed, he knew the words on it.

Because those words are the damned R'lyeh!

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Chapter 460 Four Ordinary Hugs (First Change)

A line of crimson traces that don't know whether they are words or pictures, and these traces are of different thicknesses, and they all have the feeling of traces scattered on the paper, as if someone is using bloody fingers to draw strokes on the paper. Scratches on paper.

But this trace looks deeply suspicious.

It looks like text, but it seems a bit too distorted and irregular. If it is a picture, it is hard to see what it is.

He picked up the piece of paper with a handkerchief, and when he saw the information on it, Kogoro Mori made a surprised voice and suddenly realized:

"So that's it. Is this the message left by the deceased before his death?"

After staring carefully for a while, Mori Kogoro nodded while pinching his chin, and smiled disrespectfully: "Haha, it seems that a clue has been found, and this may be the key to solving this puzzle."

"Well, then as long as you crack the secret on it, you'll be fine."

Then, Mori Kogoro showed a look of eagerness, as if he wanted to show off his power, and found out the secret hidden on the note after three times and five times.

But this smug expression turned into powerless thinking after a few seconds.

"English initials? Or Greek?"

It's Raliyah.

Jia Luo added to himself, not calmly in his heart.

However, it is estimated that among the people present, he is the only one who can recognize this kind of writing.

"It doesn't look like it, is it some remote language?"

Mori Kogoro squeezed his chin solemnly, with a pensive expression on his face, but looking bored, it was obvious that he couldn't understand at all.

"No, words with no clear meaning at all, I can't understand at all... No, maybe it's not words, maybe it's pictures, but I still don't understand what it means."

Mori Kogoro muttered to himself, falling into the vicious circle of deciphering.

Everyone can only look at the famous detective and reason.

However, some people doubted whether this famous detective was reliable. After all, the previous reasoning was denied by the parties in the blink of an eye.

Next to him, Jia Luo took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart, and he couldn't be too conspicuous at this time.

Especially to show that I can read and understand the language of Raliyah.

This thing is too suspicious, and the person who knows this thing is even more suspicious.

Tsk tsk, it would be boring if Kogoro Mori tricked him into the police station.

In the blink of an eye, Jia Luo calmed down. Looking at it from his angle, he could only see a few vague R'lye words, which could not be connected into sentences that understood the meaning.

Go and have a look?This still seems a little suspicious, doesn't it?

Just when Jia Luo was thinking about how to keep himself from being inconspicuous and still be able to see what was written on that piece of paper.

Jia Luo glanced at Conan from the corner of his eye, and was suddenly a little stunned——

Conan was so depressed that he was dying, and while Xiaolan was not paying attention, he sneaked up on his knees, out of Xiaolan's sight, a little far behind Mori Kogoro.

Jia Luo looked at it for a while before he realized it.

Like him, the Shinigami elementary school student wanted to read the words on the paper clearly?

Tsk tsk, looking at Grim Reaper's eager look, he probably wanted to jump to see the words on the paper clearly, but the will of the universe made Conan, a primary school student, only reach Kogoro Mori's height.

If you can jump up and see this, Conan is still a detective, he might as well go to the Olympics.

Jia Luo almost laughed wickedly.

He remembered a sentence, the god of death does not need height.

Don't look at the god of death from the perspective of a mortal, otherwise the god of death is estimated to be only fifty centimeters.

Thanks to Conan for bringing him a ray of sunshine in his depressed mood.

The old men in the audience also laughed crookedly, the height of the Shinigami elementary school student is really a mystery!

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"Speaking of which, isn't this style of painting a bit strange?"

"Isn't it strange that Chunwujia Conan's painting style..."

"I think the painting style in the literal sense is very strange, the face shape feels a bit subtle..."

"Damn it, the one in front, I just realized that different face shapes collided after you said that?"

"Weird, very weird..."

"Conan is not Conan, spring things are not spring things, it's a bit messy, I have to sort it out..."

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Why can it be involved in the style of painting?

Although Conan's height looks a bit scary.

Jia Luo suddenly thought of a good way. He walked up to the pupil of the Reaper, squatted down, smiled at the pupil of the Reaper, and whispered:

"Little friend, what are you doing? It's dangerous to jump like this here?"

Conan was stunned immediately, and he said hesitantly: "Ah, big brother, no, I feel... my legs are so sore, so I want to jump like this."

"Sore legs? Jump?"

Jia Luo looked at Conan's calf strangely.

Who are you bluffing, once your leg is electrified, the ball you kick can knock people away, and you even say that your legs will be sore.

Jia Luo slandered from the bottom of his heart, but there was a kind and mysterious smile on his face: "Don't lie, you are not an ordinary kid..."

Conan was startled, he stared at this man dumbfounded, and was too scared to speak.

Is this person...

The lords in the audience also looked at Jia Luo in astonishment. Could it be that the protagonist wants to reveal Conan's true identity.

why not?

Jia Luo shrugged. He didn't think it mattered. Anyway, he knew from his usual behavior that he was not interested in the original plot.

Come here however it is convenient for you, and tell Conan in advance that in fact, except for gin, the black organization is basically a sophomore, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Rather, Jia Luo felt more interesting this way.

Don't be too interesting about the plot collapse.

However, Jia Luo didn't come to expose Conan this time. After all, it would not do him any good to expose it now, but it would arouse Conan's vigilance.

Therefore, Jia Luo suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile, "You little kid, do you really want to play detective games so much?"

Conan was dripping with cold sweat. He thought he was from the Black Organization, and he had already discovered his identity.

Who knew that Jia Luo would play such a place for him.

Conan looked at Jia Luo in a daze, wishing he could kick that smiling face.

Just when Conan breathed a sigh of relief, Jia Luo suddenly spoke again:

"However, this is the first time I have seen you as a brave little friend, and you are not afraid of seeing dead people."

The old men in the audience sneered: "Kids like this are everywhere in Conan..."

Can these people not raise their eyebrows? !

Galo was dumbfounded at the thought.

Conan Baimao ran out of cold sweat again, and for a moment he could only barely show an innocent and brave smile, "Big brother, I have experienced many cases with Uncle Maori, so I am not afraid of this at all."

Come on, don't push the blame on your Uncle Maori.

These cases are all your fault, okay? !

Jia Luo complained, but there was a kind smile on his face, "Do you want me to hug you, don't you really want to read that piece of paper?"

Conan hesitated. After becoming a child, it's okay to be hugged by a man, right?

"Really, thank you big brother!"

Conan smiled wildly.

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"Thank you, Da cut!"

"Thank you, Big Pigeon!"

"Thanks, hiccup!"

"Thank you, Big Grid!"

"The one in front, where did this come from, speechless..."

"233"

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