I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 964 Curious Uncle Maori

Facing Hiroto Akashi's apology, everyone accepted it.

After Akashi Hiroto was taken away by the police, Sonoko said to Uncle Mao Li: "Uncle, you were so handsome just now!"

She spoke the truth.

In terms of appearance, Uncle Mao Li is definitely not as good as those little fresh meats on TV, but he has qualities that those little fresh meats don't have.

For example, the aura exuded when he subdued Akashi Hiroto just now.

That air of confidence.

Akashi Hiroto's irresistible self-confidence.

What's more, Uncle Maori's appearance is actually not low, but he is usually unreliable, which lowers the overall impression score.

Seriously, it's still charming.

"I also think it's pretty handsome." Xiaolan said with a smile.

If you want to ask Uncle Mao Li what he likes to hear the most, it is undoubtedly the words that praise him, but what he hates most happens to be the words that praise him.

Once he heard someone complimenting him, he felt a little ecstatic.

Now he was a little flustered. Hearing Yuanzi and Xiaolan's praise, Uncle Mao Li suppressed the smile on his lips, nodded, and said:
"Actually, I think so too."

"I think I'm pretty good too." Sonoko glanced at Conan who was held in Xiaolan's arms, and couldn't help laughing when he remembered her short reasoning.

"I also deduced a lot of information! The queen of reasoning really deserves her reputation, and she will be a famous detective Suzuki Sonoko by then!"

"Hehehe" Conan glanced at Sonoko who was a little proud, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

If it wasn't for his reminder, the case would probably have been closed by suicide. Where did the reasoning come from.

And if he hadn't had a sore throat, couldn't speak just now, couldn't reason in the old way, and Guangyou still didn't want to replace him, Yuanzi wouldn't have a chance at all.

But let her be happy.

After all, the case has been solved.

But this case.
"." Conan thought of the calmness when Akashi Hiroto told them everything just now, and felt a little heavy in his heart.

If there were no people like Yanfu Akashi, Hiroto Akashi and his wife should live happily.

"It's a pity." Guangyou looked at the direction Akashi Hiroto left, and said, "I think this person is pretty good."

"By the way, your teacup is very timely." Conan suddenly remembered the teacup that played a key role. He looked at Guangyou and whispered in a hoarse voice.

He knew it was Guangyou who threw it.

And among the people present, only Guangyou has that ability.

As for the voice, he was only now discovering that he could speak again.

It's just that his voice is a little hoarse, and he can only speak in a low voice now-it hurts when he speaks loudly.

Even though Xiaosheng hurts, at least it's better.

"It's a small thing, it's just a matter of convenience." Guangyou admitted frankly, and also praised himself, "Is the accuracy okay?"

The teacup was indeed thrown by him.

At that time, he saw that Akashi Hiroto was about to commit suicide, so he aimed a little, calculated it in his mind, and threw the teacup in his hand directly.

In fact, this is mainly to see the feeling.

He felt that this distance could be hit with such a force, and then he threw the teacup over.

He was lucky, the teacup just hit Akashi Hiroto's wrist, creating a chance for Uncle Maori to subdue Akashi Hiroto.

"Yeah." Conan remembered that scene, nodded in agreement, and responded with a nasal voice in order to reduce talking.

It is not difficult to hit Hiroshi Akashi, he can do it, Xiaolan can do it, Sonoko can do it, many people can do it.

But he couldn't accurately hit Hiroto Akashi's wrist with only a pair of naked eyes and almost no time to aim.

Worthy of being professional.

"Well, it seems that you are not unfamiliar." Guangyou was worried that he might not be able to throw it correctly, but it turned out that he was overthinking.

Some things are learned, and it is hard to forget after using them too much.

It is a feeling, but it is actually an experience. If you use it a lot, you will have that feeling naturally.

The eyes estimate the distance, the mind calculates the force, and then the arm exerts force to execute the calculation result.

The human brain is not a computer, and there are bound to be biases.

And even computers can make mistakes, so it depends on luck.

No one can say they will succeed every time.

Even those who have never failed, just have more experience, feel more accurate, have better luck, and have not encountered failure.

Fortunately, he felt very accurate today, and his luck was not bad.

Successfully prevented Hiroto Akashi from committing suicide.

For Akashi Hiroto, Guangyou thinks this person is okay.

It's a bit similar to him, but more dedicated.

And after getting along for a day, people are indeed okay.

As he said before:
Kind and helpful.
Plus they have something in common with him, so when he saw that scene, he threw it away.

If Akashi Hiroto was the kind of person who said "poor people must have something to hate", then he might just sit aside and watch him continue.

"Fortunately, you are not unfamiliar." Conan suddenly thought of something, and said with a solemn expression.

"Otherwise, I'll 'kill someone'."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Guangyou didn't realize what Conan was saying for a moment.

Compared to believing that Conan will kill people, he might as well believe that Lao Qin will help the old lady cross the road.

Looking at the puzzled Guangyou, Conan said seriously:
"If the prisoner committed suicide because of my reasoning, and I haven't succeeded in stopping it, what is the difference between me, a detective, and a prisoner?"

After speaking such a long paragraph, Conan quickly picked up the teacup and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

This relieved the pain in the throat like being pricked by a needle.

"Okay, isn't this already stopped?" Guangyou knew what he was thinking and waved his hand.

"Now the murderer has been caught, and I stopped him from committing suicide, so don't make such an expression."

"It's hard to come out for vacation, why do you find so many troubles for yourself?"

He looked at Conan who drank another glass of water, and reminded again:
"You'd better stop talking, it's hard to talk, don't lose your voice again."

"The loss of voice is only temporary, but if there is any permanent damage to the throat, then you will cry."

"Guangyou, don't talk to Conan." Xiaolan reminded when she heard their voices.

"Conan, you too, now you have a sore throat, so stop talking."

"When your throat is healed, you can say whatever you want."

"Yeah." Conan's heart warmed slightly, he nodded, and responded with a nasal voice.

At this moment, Yamamura Cao returned to the living room.

"Officer Shancun, didn't you go back?" Uncle Mao Li asked after seeing Shancun Cao.

"My camera is still here." Yamamura pointed to the camera that was placed aside, and replied with some embarrassment.

Because of what happened just now, and because Uncle Maori didn't "sleep", he forgot about the camera.

Just now when he sent Hiroto Akashi to the police car, and he was about to leave, he remembered this incident.

"Oh, this." Uncle Mao Li was suddenly curious about the recorded picture.

In the past, his reasoning was "sleeping", so he actually couldn't see the reasoning process.

Others praised him for being handsome when he reasoned, but in fact, Uncle Mao Li was also very curious about how handsome he was.

He was the one who reasoned obviously, but he didn't even know what it looked like when he reasoned.

In the past, there were only people related to the case and the police at the scene of the crime, and no one would record him while reasoning.

This time, it happened that Yamamura Cao brought a camera and recorded all the scenes of his reasoning.

It can satisfy his curiosity.

(End of this chapter)