Conan World's Fake Passerby Code

But she didn't use it much, because the money she earned was more than enough for the three of Ali's family.

He Zhi intends to leave this inheritance to Xiao Ai as a backup fund after the family property is ruined in the future.

Although according to the dividends of street corner sweet tea, it may not be used for a lifetime.

When the young detective team was looking for the puzzles left by the doctor, because they brought two cheats with the team, they made great strides all the way, like a broken bamboo.

Although He Zhi, who has never been in touch with puzzle solving at all, looked confused and didn't know how those children thought of it, but Dr. A Li had told her where the treasure was hidden in advance, so He Zhi also had a look of confusion. With a very understanding look, he watched them slowly find the bedroom where the treasure was hidden.

"If you arrange the plane in the direction of the dust...under the bed!"

Yuantai lay down on the ground excitedly and put his head under the bed, He Zhi clutched his chest and turned his head a little out of breath, not looking at Yuantai, controlling himself not to recall those nightmare memories.

While feeling uncomfortable, the sudden screams of the three children drew her attention back.

"Ah, that's too much!"

"Everything inside was destroyed."

The three children dumped the contents of the box on the ground.

Hezhi's pupils shrank.

Bear dolls, Kamen Rider toys, toy racing cars, hairpins, toy airplanes, small speakers...

Hui Yuanai pursed his lips and flipped it gently, and suddenly found a gift in the style of A Li Hezhi, which the doctor would never have thought of, among these scraps of limbs.

A small satchel that is suitable for a first-grade elementary school child. It has a simple and comfortable design. On the lower right corner of the outside of the small bag, there is a golden ginkgo leaf logo.

Fusha painted...

The representative brand of adult women's fashion collocation has never heard of the development of children's products.

This small satchel is definitely a very precious gift, and I really like it very much. I don't know how He Zhi got it.

But now it has been shattered by the knife, and it is not in shape.

Inside the broken satchel, there was also a palm-sized small purse that was used to match the satchel. It was only scratched two or three times, but it still looked like it could be used normally.

Hui Yuanai took out the small wallet, held it in his hand, and walked in front of Hezhi.

Hezhi's expression was very calm, as if she was the same as usual, but Huiyuan Ai could feel the grievance and discomfort that she seemed to be crying in the next second.

Hui Yuanai shook the small purse, held He Zhi's hand, and curled the corners of her lips, "I like the gift you gave me very much."

"Thank you."

She didn't call her sister Hezhi, nor did she pretend to be childish.

Hui Yuanai held Hezhi's hand and looked into her eyes seriously.

He Zhi bit his lower lip, "I didn't prepare it specially, but Uncle wanted to give you a surprise, we just went to buy it together, as long as you like it."

If his gift was intact and undamaged, then He Zhi would be so happy because of Xiao Ai's liking!

But the gift has been destroyed like this, there is no way to happily celebrate Xiao Ai's liking.

Hui Yuanai narrowed his eyes.

Obviously, he is often frank and straightforward like a person with a straight line of brain nerves, but at this time he becomes awkward.

This is the gift you carefully chose for me, even if it is destroyed, only a small wallet remains...

Also really like it.

Chapter 67 Dodging Bullets?

The three children over there have already started to rummage through boxes and cabinets looking for clues, and Conan, who is heartbroken, puts his waist, like an old woman:

"What are you doing! That gangster might still be wandering around here now!"

When he was angrily admonishing the three children who were eager to die, suddenly a shadow fell in the sky.

He Zhi pressed Conan's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "What did you just say?"

"Eh? I said that gangster might still be wandering around here—"

Conan broke out in a cold sweat.

This is so murderous!

"So that's it, maybe it's still nearby."

He Zhi smiled horribly, held the little white umbrella tightly, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, listening carefully to the movements around him.

Her ears are very good.

It has been like this since childhood.

He can clearly hear whispers more than ten meters away, and after private training by his father and colleagues, he can distinguish many kinds of voices.

There are seven powerful breathing sounds in the current room, and besides that, there is another weak sound not far away.

Rubbing blades of grass.

Hezhi faced the direction of the voice and opened his eyes.

"So it's here."

He Zhi smiled very kindly, and gently pushed up, opening the only window in the room that communicated with the outside.

He didn't even have time for the gangster to react, he jumped out and waved the little white umbrella, and directly pulled at the sneaky figure squatting in the grass with all his strength.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A middle-aged man with messy hair and beard was pulled out from the grass.

He clutched the place where He Zhi had drawn, his eyes were fierce.

"Bastard, you actually found out!"

"...You admitted it."

He Zhi pursed his lips, "You admit...you destroyed it."

"What? You mean the toys?"

The man took a sip, "Are you crazy! You mysteriously hid a box of toys with codes! I thought I found that thing..."

"So you got mad and destroyed them?"

He Zhi's voice was very soft, but his eyes were extremely cold. He looked at the man as if he was looking at a patient who was doomed to suffer fractures all over his body and spend three years in the hospital.

"Ah, yes. Not only the toys, but you also have to become tattered like that box of toys! Now that you have discovered the secret, don't blame me for being cruel!"

He suddenly took out a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Hezhi's head.

"Five little devils and an old man, use the bullets in this gun to return the blow you just gave me, and then they will come to accompany you!"

"Who told you to discover something that should belong to me!"

"Sister Hezhi, be careful!"

Conan wanted to shoot the football to knock the man out, at least knock his pistol out, but the gangster had already pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

He Zhi calmly looked directly at the angle of the muzzle of the gun and his finger on the trigger. The moment he pulled the trigger, he tilted his head, and the bullets that shot out instantly brushed past her ear and hit her. On the big tree behind.

"How can...!!!"

The gangster had no time to be shocked, He Zhi had already rushed towards him with a small white umbrella, and he hurriedly pulled the trigger on He Zhi again and again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Then there was a hollow sound.

After all, a pistol is no more than a rifle, much less a Gatling.There aren't that many bullets that can make him miserable.

sideways.

Bow down.

Wrong step.

He Zhi jumped lightly, easily dodging the three bullets.

Although he had never been in contact with or confronted with guns before, this gangster's marksmanship, to be honest, was a bit lame.

You can easily judge his intention and the direction of shooting. After judging the direction, you just need to use your speed to get out of the way.

Coincidentally.

Because He Zhi is not a person who is good at strength, she has focused on speed training since she was a child.After all, no matter how strong a powerful opponent is, wouldn't it be useless to miss it?

The results of speed training are vividly displayed in dodging bullets.

After flashing the three bullets, He Zhi frowned as he watched the gangster pull the trigger desperately but couldn't fire a single bullet.

sprint.

up close.

Sink down, elbow!

Dodged behind him, holding the little white umbrella tightly.

Then he used the umbrella handle to hit him hard on the back of the neck, and hit him hard!

After watching him lean forward from being hit by the umbrella handle, He Zhi clenched his fist and slammed his jaw!

last blow!

"Pfft!"

The man fell on the grass and passed out without even uttering a cry of pain.

Conan's football popped out of his belt, and then fell to the ground with a clatter, deflated into a ball of rubber.

"Hey... isn't it?"

Dodge bullets?

He still put his hand on the switch of the foot strengthening shoe in a daze, and He Zhi had already knocked down the opposite side in one go.

He Zhi withdrew his fist, frowned and shook his hand.

She wouldn't use her fists if it weren't for the fact that a slam with the handle of the umbrella was not likely to cause fatal injuries.

So learning the sword is really troublesome.

Picking up the pistol that the man dropped on the grass after being beaten up by himself from the ground,

"The M500 revolver...is a good gun."

I once filmed a special agent TV series, the director was a gun enthusiast, and he pulled me from the start of filming to the completion of the filming.

The large caliber of the M500 can only hold five bullets and the weight close to a light submachine gun is impressive.

He Zhi stepped on the gangster who passed out on the ground, playing with the M500 in his hand, like a big villain.

"Uncle, guns are involved, I think we should call the police?"

"Oh, yes yes yes."

Dr. A Li turned around and took out his mobile phone to call the police. He Zhi took the gangster by his collar, walked around the villa to find the gate, and dragged him into the villa.

As soon as the door of the villa was pushed open, Hui Yuanai leaned against the wall of the entrance and stared at him.

hiss~

This scene seems familiar.

Hezhi changed hands and threw the "corpse" to Conan, who was eager to try. Conan skillfully took out a piece of rope from his pocket under the horrified eyes of the three children of the Boy Detective Team, and tied the prisoner's hands and feet firmly. Okay, searched up.

Hui Yuanai tilted his head, turned and left.

He Zhi followed up obediently.

Conan, who was searching his body, glanced at the backs of the two of them thoughtfully, then lowered his head and continued to grope inside the man's clothes.

"I said it last time, cherish yourself more—"

Hui Yuanai felt a little depressed, "Seeing him holding a gun, would the normal reaction be to rush straight up?"

"But if you escape, he will shoot you. The M500 only has five bullets at most. I'm sure."