No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Haibara Ai was wrapped in a large bath towel, her eyes closed.

At night, although it will be big and small, but you only need to buy the clothes of elementary school students.

Today is a holiday. She has worked hard for a few days and can rest at home.

While it was still early, Suzuki Qiaoqiao fry a few slices of bread and put a hot glass of milk on the bedside.

Xiao Ai's skills of pretending to be asleep are too poor, and she wakes up at a glance:

"I'm leaving first, dear daughter, be obedient."

He snorted lightly on Hai Yuanai's forehead, and left with some reluctance.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stopped a taxi on the street and went straight to Mihua Airport.

Osaka is more than 500 kilometers away from the rice flower market. It is too slow to drive there, and it takes about eight hours.

It will be much faster by plane, you can arrive in an hour or two.

He didn't bring any luggage and went into the waiting hall to go through the formalities.

"Passengers going to Osaka, please note that you are taking flight SDDE613, and the check-in procedure is now open. Please go to counter 1 to check in, thank you. Ladies and Gentlemen, mayIhaveyouurattentionplease..."

Suzuki Takahashi registered in advance and found his seat.

The flight attendant in the cabin is very beautiful, with round face and electric eyes, black silk and slender legs, and the name of Fukada Yongmei is written on the badge.

If it was before crossing, he might take the initiative to strike up a conversation and ask for contact information.

But now that I have a girlfriend, I can't eat in the bowl and look at the pot.

Meeting a beautiful girl is an eye-opening addiction.

After the flight took off, Suzuki Takahashi put on an eye patch and took advantage of the short time to make up for his drowsiness.

When we landed in Osaka, the clock pointed to eleven.

Suzuki Joe Bridge left the airport and took a taxi to the Suzuki Museum of Modern Art.

Hearing that he was coming, Shiro Suzuki, the owner of the Suzuki chaebol, personally received:

"Qiao Qiao, I haven't seen you for a few days. I feel like you've become handsome again."

"Haha, Uncle Tang, you too, how come Yuanzi, why haven't you seen anyone?"

"She's going to pick up the Maori detective's family. Just wait, it'll be there later."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao hummed, no plans to take a seat:

"Since I'm here, it's a pity not to feel the influence of art. I'll go shopping first, don't worry about me."

Shiro Suzuki nodded, showing a kind smile:

"Just treat this as your own home, and feel free to order it. When someone arrives, I'll ask the secretary to call you."

"Ok."

Suzuki Takashi was wandering around in order to find out information for Kuroba Kaito.

There are still eight full hours before the notice.

The number of guards patrolling the museum has increased significantly.

After finding out the control information, it may be able to help Kaitou Kidd and make the plan smoother.

Most of the collections in the museum are paintings, and gems are a minority after all.

There are so many world-famous jewels, some of which cannot be bought with money.

Suzuki Joe Bridge wandered around, and soon found two familiar faces at the fork in the road.

On the left is an art dealer with sharp eyes and eyes, Gan Jiang Yi.

On the right is Pu Siqinglan, a research scholar specializing in the study of the Romanov dynasty.

He had seen the information of the two in the email provided by Kuroba Kuito.

The eyes of the old gentleman naturally converged on the beauty.

Tsk tsk tsk, these legs are so thin, there is no fat at all.

The black stockings are particularly thin, and they should be core-spun silk with spandex added to outline an attractive curve.

There is a saying that my sister's legs are not legs, but spring water on the banks of the Seine.

Her calves are slender and well-proportioned, with full lines and obvious training marks.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was not interested in the old man, and took the initiative to walk to the right:

"Hello, this lady."

I thought I had the advantage of appearance and should be able to strike up a conversation successfully.

Unexpectedly, Pu Si Qinglan's vigilance was extremely heavy, and she took two steps back:

"Sorry, sir, I have no intention of becoming friends with you."

A simple sentence, directly blocked the road behind.

"Since you and I don't have this fate, I won't force it."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao didn't stalk him and turned around to go to other exhibition halls.

After shopping for more than 20 minutes, a secretary called him to the reception room.

In addition to Shirou Suzuki, there were four other people in the house who had been seen in the documents.

Seeing him, Pu Siqinglan's eyes changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

……

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Chapter 117

The art dealer looked at himself secretly, and the pair of mouse eyes rolled back and forth:

"This, could it be the administrative advisor of the Mihua Metropolitan Police Department, Suzuki Qiaoqiao?"

"That's right." Shiro Suzuki took over the words: "Do you know Mr. Gan?"

"I don't know. Thanks to him, a medieval exhibition hall has been preserved."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao thought for a while, and quickly thought of a murder case he had dealt with before:

It was the murderer who wore the armor and pierced the buyer:

"Director Ochiai?"

"Yeah, he rejected my offer and sold it to a restaurant owner. It's ridiculous. It's all sold anyway. What's wrong with selling it to me, it can also make the collection bloom with new vitality from other buyers."

Having said that, he wisely shut his mouth.

Except for Shiro Suzuki, everyone else at the scene was ashamed of his reselling behavior.

……

At the same moment, Dr. Agasa's house.

Yuan Tai put his hands behind his head and was very dissatisfied:

"The doctor is really too much to let Conan go to Osaka alone."

Ayumi looked crazy, folded her hands and prayed:

"That said, I really want to go to Osaka to see Kaitou Kid again."

Dr. A Li cut the fruit and served it on a plate.

"Oh, don't say that, come and come, eat some watermelon to cool off."

The three children in front of them are classmates of Didan Elementary School.

They couldn't be idle at home during the holiday, so they went to the Mori office to find Conan.

It's a pity that I was in vain, so I temporarily changed the plan to find Haiyuan Ai.

At this time, Xiao Ai was sitting on the sofa, looking at fashion magazines expressionlessly,

For the visit of the students, they neither resisted nor welcomed them.

"Doctor, doctor, or you can drive us to Osaka."

"No."

Haiyuan didn't lift his head, just like a mistress's attitude:

"There are a lot of police there, so don't join in the fun for children."

"What?" Mrs. Yuan had always been grumpy about not sitting next to her: "You are also a child."

Seeing the situation was not good, Mitsuhiko quickly persuaded:

"Alright, alright, don't say a word."

When it comes to the topic of children, Haiyuan Ai suddenly remembered what Qiao Qiao said last night.

She grinned, as if thinking of something interesting.

……

Half an hour later, Suzuki Sonoko led Mouri Kogoro's family of three into the reception room.

Seeing this, Shiro Suzuki quickly got up and greeted,

"Mr. Maori, you came all the way from Rice Flower, it's really hard work."

Last time on the cruise ship, the Suzuki chaebol family passed down the treasures of the dark stars, and it was all protected by Conan.

This made Shiro Suzuki very grateful to the Mori family and personally received it.

Except for Suzuki Qiaoqiao, the others who were invited were led in by the secretary.

The treatment of the two sides is naturally different.