Ark of Conan World

Chapter 251 – Murder Case of Financial Company
Inside a mahjong parlor at night.

"Great, I should play this here." Uncle Mao Li looked at his own mahjong tiles.

And at this time, a small hand directly played the other cards that Uncle Mao Li wanted to play.

Conan smiled and said, "This should be called here."

"Hey! Brat." Uncle Maori looked at Conan complaining. If I can't play cards because of you, how are you going to compensate me?

When I only saw the next card, I immediately went to hell.

"Uncle, you're right to listen to me." Conan said with a smug face.

Uncle Mao Li was speechless for a moment, and the person opposite Uncle Mao Li stood up on the spot, stretched his waist and said, "No more fights, no more fights, Mao Li is really lucky today."

"Are you not playing?" A man sitting in Dongfeng asked after hearing it.

The man who stood up nodded and said, "I won't fight anymore, I'll go back first, if you still want to continue, then find the one opposite."

While talking, he pointed to a financial company opposite!
"Alright then!" Nanfeng's man had no choice but to agree. After all, they don't want to play anymore, so you can't force them to play, right?
Uncle Mao Li looked at the financial company opposite, and asked curiously, "Who is the person opposite?"

"Ah! Maori, you don't know." One of them explained, "It's the president of a financial company across the street. He likes playing mahjong very much."

As soon as he heard that he likes to play mahjong, Uncle Mao Li's hands itch, and he can win a lot of money if he continues like this, he laughed and said, "Then call me quickly, finish playing early, and go home early to sleep."

Conan complained silently: What does it mean to finish playing early and go home early to sleep?Obviously you want to win more money, okay?

Looking for a reason and finding such a legitimate reason, I really deserve to be an uncle.

The man picked up the phone and said, "It's me."

. . . . . . . .

The president is inside, and our victim is answering the phone.

"Is there anything you can do with me?" President Hida Mitsuhiro said into the microphone while checking the money in his hand.

"Can you hear what this sound is?" He heard the sound of mahjong colliding from the phone. As an old mahjong player, how could he not hear it?

He said happily, "Playing mahjong? Are there enough people?"

"Mahjong three lacks one, and you are left."

"Okay, I'll go over after I finish counting the money."

The phone hangs up.

. . . . . . .

Inside the mahjong parlor.

"It's over, I'll be here in a while." Uncle Mao Li asked impatiently, "When will I come?"

"Estimated half an hour!"

Hearing the time of half an hour, Uncle Mao Li felt lost, did he still have to wait for half an hour?

It is really!
"In that case, let me take the place." Conan came to an empty seat, intending to sit on it, and said by himself.

All I heard was a voice saying "Conan, father!"

Uncle Mao Li and Conan's expressions turned ugly in an instant, and they turned to look at Xiao Lan, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Father, you are really serious. You brought Conan here, aren't you afraid of teaching Conan badly?" asked his father with a complaining look on his face.

Uncle Mao Li just smiled awkwardly and didn't speak, what else could he say?Could it be that this brat insisted on following him?
Although the facts are like this, Xiaolan has to believe it, it's useless not to believe it.

"Uncle, I'm not talking about you. Conan is still young and can't touch these things. It's not good to be too addicted."

Conan was about to refute.

He heard Shinya Maki's voice, and looked at Shinya Maki standing behind Xiaolan, surprised, why is he everywhere?
By the way, how did he know we were here?

"That's it, that's it." Uncle Maori turned his head, punched Conan directly, and taught him a lesson, "Little devil, I've already said it, don't come with me, if you still don't listen, look."

Conan felt a grievance in his heart, and now he really can't wash it away.

"Okay, Conan, let's go home." Holding Conan's hand, he wanted to leave.

At this time, a man said, "Isn't this Xiaolan? Do you want some?"

Xiao Lan said with a look of disdain, "Don't play this kind of game, which is misleading and dim."

"Don't say that, just half an hour, just half an hour."

Half an hour later!
"Huh!" Xiaolan pushed her cards away, and looked at everyone in surprise, what's all this?

Three times full, how could there be such a card?

Looking at Xiaolan, Makoto Shinya said helplessly in his heart, "Xiaolan still can't escape the law of Zhenxiang after all."

"Brother Shenya, what do you think Yake is going to do?" Conan turned to look at Shinya Maki, and asked with a curious look on his face.

Just yesterday, after Emperor Moriya turned into a monster, just when everyone was desperate, the man who claimed to be Yake.

The dead guy of Kamen Rider appeared, and he beat Moriya Teiji to death without a few moves.

Before they could react, they left.

The only thing that Conan didn't understand was why Yake sent someone to help them?

No!To be precise, it should be to save them.

Whether it's the time of appearance, the location, or the timing, it's all too ingenious, so ingenious that it seems to have been designed by someone.

This puzzled Conan.

Didn't it mean that Yake's purpose is to destroy human beings?Isn't it born from the malice of human beings?
But why?
Looking at the pensive Conan, Shinya Shinya smiled triumphantly in his heart and said, "Even if you think about it, you won't be able to figure it out."

After all, it is necessary to protect Conan, because Conan is the protagonist in this world. If Conan dies, then who will promote the plot?

So Conan is absolutely impossible to be killed.

As long as Conan himself doesn't know that he is the protagonist of this world, then this matter can't be guessed at all.

But even if he told Conan, he wouldn't believe it.

After all, Conan is a scientist, so he wouldn't believe in that kind of novel.

Little did he know, there was a traverser right in front of him!

"No more fights, no more fights." Uncle Mao Li and the three gave up one after another. What's the point of fighting?

After half an hour, Xiao Lan was basically playing cards, and what was even more outrageous was that each time the cards were bigger than the previous one.

This is also a hammer.

Even Uncle Mao Li, who was his biological father, sat there, looking up to the sky and sighing.

Looking at the depressed three people, Shen Mu also said silently, "You play mahjong with Ouhuang, isn't that looking for abuse?"

You should know Xiaolan's luck, even if she plays computer mahjong, she will never lose. It can be said that it is the same as Yu-Gi-Oh's dark game, where the ending is a printed card.

No matter what card you play, you will definitely be able to play. This luck is really against the sky.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Feitian come?" One of them looked impatiently at the opposite company, the lights were obviously on.

But now more than half an hour has passed, and it still hasn't come?

It's just weird.

Uncle Mao Li planned to go out to relax, so he found a reason and said, "Then I'll go and have a look."

"OK then!"

Uncle Mao Li took Conan and Xiaolan out of the mahjong hall, and then went to the opposite company.

Others don't know, but Shinya Maki knows about the high-risk occupation in Conan's world: president.

Basically, few have a good end.

So now [-]% of it has been hung up, right?

(End of this chapter)