No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

"A suspicious person has been wandering around recently, do you need me to solve it?"

When Suzuki Qiaoqiao heard the words, his hands froze.

He turned off the tap and wiped his hands with a towel:

"What kind of person can you describe?"

"You should have seen the man wearing a knitted cap and mask last time on the bus."

Knitted hat?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao frowned and suddenly realized

It was Shuichi Akai!

This guy is sneaking, is he trying to investigate my relationship with Haibara Ai?

"Is he still here?"

"left already."

"Okay, I'll buy you a mobile phone tomorrow, and in case of emergencies, I can contact you in time."

Of course cats can't use mobile phones, and their paws are prone to scratch the screen.

But when Xiaoguang becomes human form, it can be used completely.

Suzuki Joe Bridge finished washing the dishes, went back to the living room, and closed all the curtains.

Haibara Ai sat on the sofa watching TV, tilted her head and asked:

"Dear, what's wrong?"

"Xiaoguang sees Shuuichi Akai wandering around, you better be careful."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, and felt that every time he went home, he changed the pattern.

More than half of Akai Hideyoshi was investigating Haibara Ai, and he would only trace it here.

In any case, this is not a good sign.

It's best to find Judy Stalin tomorrow and ask for Shuichi Akai's number.

Take some time to come out and have a good chat.

If he really came to mourn at Haiyuan, he would definitely not stand by!

After watching TV for a few hours, Suzuki Qiaoqiao was a little tired and went to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower.

The water crashed on his body, splashing countless water splashes.

His thoughts gradually became clear, and the idea of ​​buying another house came into being.

The ancients said that there are three caves for the cunning rabbit.

If you have been living with Dr. A Li, there will be a day when he will be exposed.

Suzuki Takashi returned to the bedroom with an uneasy mood.

Pushing open the door, I saw Haibara Ai kneeling on the carpet.

She was wearing a black and white maid outfit and said in a milky voice:

"Master, welcome home!"

This trembling voice made Suzuki Qiaoqiao's bones brittle.

Seeing the ambiguous look in his girlfriend's eyes, he laughed unkindly.

Before and after a woman's menstrual period, it is the moment when the desire is high:

"Haha, what, auntie is gone?"

Haiyuan Ai shook his head, and some wanted to refuse and greeted him.

She pointed to her closed lips, as if whispering something.

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Chapter 277 Joining in Heaven (3K)

The next day was a sunny weekend.

At about ten o'clock, Mouri Kogoro received a call from a customer.

After getting dressed up and leaving, let daughter Xiaolan stay to see the store.

Conan leaned back on the sofa, holding a copy of the Ultraman Pictorial Book in his hand.

But his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.

After school yesterday, Mrs. Judy invited everyone to drink lemonade in the business center.

As a result, accidentally, hit a murder case.

Conan is keenly aware that the time to solve the case has increased.

Is it a certain reasoning link that has a relatively short board?

Or is it because there are too few clues to discover on site?

If it is the latter, there is really no way.

But if it is the former, it is necessary to study carefully.

At this moment, Conan is very clear-headed.

He knew he wasn't being self-motivated and wasn't playing the detective game.

Every time he encounters a murder, he is ruthlessly crushed by Suzuki Qiaoqiao.

The repeated blows almost made him lose confidence.

If you can find the shortcomings of Suzuki Takahashi, beat and beat.

Conan is confident and gets enough power!

While thinking, someone knocked on the door outside:

"Dong dong dong."

Mao Lilan went to open the door and saw an old grandfather.

The long beard is almost reaching the position of the navel.

If the hair on the top of the head is shaved, it will feel a bit like Curator Ochiai.

"Hello, grandpa. This is the Maori office. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Sorry, I didn't entrust it. This time, I came here to find Kogoro Mouri, where are the others?"

Seeing the other party calling his father's name directly, it is estimated that he is an acquaintance.

Mao Lilan bowed slightly and explained:

"It's really unfortunate, my father has just been entrusted to go out to work, may I ask who you are..."

The old man put his hands behind his back and raised his chin slightly:

"I am his master."

"Master?"

"That's right, your father used to be a confused fool. Whether he was a criminal policeman or a detective, he still often asked me, a master, to wipe his ass."

The kind words of Zaan came up, which made Mao Lilan a little stunned.

She paused for a few seconds before gradually reacting:

"Hey, are you Mr. Shiota Heihachiro?"

"That's right, Sherlock Holmes, known as Japan, is here."

When he heard it was a detective, Conan was in high spirits as if he had read an adult magazine.

Like before, he liked to call himself the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era.

Anyone who can call themselves a Japanese Sherlock must have two brushes.

Knowing that he was his father's elder, Mao Lilan was respectful:

"Master Yantian, do you have anything to do with your father?"

"I was in the newspaper recently and saw that Maori was more active, so I stopped by to see him."

"I'm so sorry, my father went to investigate the threatening letter received by the opera troupe and is not here now."

Shiota Heihachiro stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Threat letter? How can you not call me for this kind of thing? Little girl, take me there!"

Conan sat up straight and was eager to try.

It was a great honor for him to witness the demeanor of the famous detective with his own eyes.

I don't know who is more powerful than Mr. Suzuki and Sherlock Holmes in Japan?

After Mao Lilan locked the door of the office, he posted the contact number.

The three took a taxi and headed to the Rice Flower Art Theater.

...

After Mori Kogoro arrived here, he waited in the auditorium for a long time.

Director Benmu who released the commission was long overdue.

After confirming his identity, he handed a letter:

"Well, that's it."

Mouri Kogoro took the threatening letter and read it by the light.

"Stop the performance immediately, or you will see a terrible tragedy."

He had no clue about this, and asked: