Chef in the World of Conan

"I..."

Hojo Hatsune's body shook when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but imagine the scene of stepping on a broken glass and bleeding when he killed the president of the gate last night. He stood on tiptoe of his left foot with a pale face, and the socks on the soles of his feet were red with blood again.

"Miss Hatsune, hatred can't make life easy.."

Xu Yang shook his head sadly, he did not expect the gentle and gentle Hojo Hatsui to be the murderer of this case.

But after he found out that Hatsune Hojo seemed to be injured on the sole of his foot, he immediately.

Think of the white socks that the old lady enshrined in the wing last night.

"When my dad opened a factory in the past..."

Hojo Hatsune held back his tears, "He has always been a person who values ​​favors more than business, so he always accepts orders from Damen Industry unconditionally..."

"But because of a certain negligence, the gate industry has cut off all orders. After the factory closed, my father wanted to help the laid-off workers, but the gate industry went downhill and planned my family's heirloom armor. Not only did my father not help The laid-off worker could not even protect this armor.. "In the end, he committed suicide with remorse and tears..."

...the time gradually came to noon.

The belated police took Hojo Hatsu away.

Everything related to the case in the mansion, it seems that nothing happened here.

"It turns out that the armor attached to the armor is not the soul of General Xiuyou, but the heart of revenge of Hatsune..."

The old lady also sighed very sadly, after all, in the past year, Hojo Hatsune really took care of her very carefully.

Uncle Maori held his head in annoyance, "I have to go to the police station to make a record again, this is really annoying..."

"Odosan!"

Mingmei looked at the back of the police car leaving, silently stunned.

"Huimei-chan, I will also investigate the truth about the fire seventeen years ago..."

Xu Yang put his arms around Ming Mei's shoulders, and he guessed that Ming Mei might feel the same way about the revenge girl Hojo Hatsune.

However, her enemy is a more terrifying and huge organization... "A Yang, I believe in you..."

.. After finishing the record from the police station, Damen Lianglang took everyone to the famous hot spring holy place nearby, and the steaming hot spring pool relieved everyone's fatigue at once.

"Finally got to the hot springs"

Uncle Maori is very lazy to sink his body into the warm hot spring water as much as possible, enjoying the hard-won good life.

"Mr. Maori, do you want us two to have a drink after the soaking?"

Damen Lianglang's mood was a little low, and Uncle Maori didn't refuse when he saw that he wanted to get drunk.

Sometimes, alcohol may really help people forget their troubles for a while...and in the female soup on the other side.

Xiaolan asked Mingmei curiously, "Sister Huimei, when did you and Xu Jun meet?"

"Ah! Probably a very fateful encounter..."

Mingmei's eyes were full of reminiscence, "At that time, A Yang and I met in the supermarket. At that time, I went to buy Xiao Ai her favorite blueberry jam, and there happened to be the last bottle left on the shelf..."

"Wow! And then what?"

"Then, A Yang made an excuse and gave it to me, but asked me if I wanted to have a cup of coffee. After I refused, I left him a fake phone number..."

"Mmmm! Then what happened later?"

"Later, Ayang asked for my real number through some means, but there was no contact, just after I thought it was just a little thing in life..."

"Xiao Ai and I met for a dinner party, just at A Yang's restaurant! Then I met A Yang again..."

Xiaolan blinked her big eyes and nodded enviously, "It's really fateful!"

"A lot of things happened after that and it made me feel like he's really a man to rely on.

Seems like it was sent by God to save us.."

Xiao Ai on the side also fell into silence, although he has always called Xu Yang the big pig's hoof, but without him, how desperate and sad the ending would have been for myself and my sister... "Xiao Lan, are you still going to wait for Kudo? "

"I also want to wait for Shinichi, until his return..."

Xiaolan looked at the baffle in the middle of the bath and said softly, "I don't hate it.

Waiting for someone, because the longer you wait, the happier you will be when we meet again, father!"

The weather is clearing up and the sun is shining.

Chapter [-]: Playing mahjong can also encounter cases [Subscribe, Customize]

After returning from the hot spring, life was still going on peacefully. The industrious Conan always diligently brought surprises to the Mumu police department and the others, and also made the black pot on Uncle Mouri's head sink deeper and deeper.

I don't know if it is because of Xu Yang's frequent pigeons, now only some old customers will come in the small store, but relatively speaking, the busy life is much easier than before.

Therefore, after receiving the invitation from Uncle Maori, Xu Yang closed the shop early and went to the mahjong hall in the [-]-chome of Rice Flower Town.

Neon's mahjong rules are...different from Xia's, Xu Yang is getting better under the explanation of his uncle, and the other two who are eager to come will not play.

What Xu Yang didn't expect was that, after a while, the primary school students of Death came to the mahjong hall after school... "Ugh..."

Uncle Maori looked at the mahjong in front of him with a solemn expression, and was hesitantly thinking about playing that one, when a small hand suddenly stretched out from under the table, and without saying a word, he pushed out a five-ball.

"Nani!"

Uncle Mouri reacted, and raised Conan who was interfering in his face, "You are actually playing my cards!"

"What's the matter,"

The poker player at the same table smiled and took over the game and said, "Brother Maori, you are so lucky today, it's just trivial to lose..."

"Huh!"

Conan happily pushed down the card and said, "All in one, eight 133!"

"Nani!"

Now it was the turn of the remaining two who were stunned, and Xu Yang looked at Conan with a displeased expression. He didn't expect that the primary school students of Reaper would also play mahjong, and their level was okay.

At this moment, one of the fat men grinned, stretched his waist, stood up and waved his hand, "No more fighting, no more fighting, luck is a bit bad today..."

"Oh, but I'm missing someone..."

"By the way, come find Fei Tian."

The remaining player pointed to the brightly lit window opposite the mahjong hall and suggested, "It's... President Fei Tian who runs a financial company opposite."

"Fattian Finance"

"Actually, he is a loan shark. The only pleasure of President Feita is... Counting money and playing mahjong,"

The card friend said with a smile, "If you look for him, you will definitely come over."

The poker player picked up the phone, started dialing, and after successfully inviting Mr. Fei Tian with the voice of mahjong, he replied, "He is still counting the money and said he will be there in 30 minutes, so we need to find someone to make up the count first."

"Then let me come!"

Conan suggested himself, "Before he comes, let me play..."

"No!"

Xiaolan suddenly appeared at the mahjong table with his hips on his hips, and gave Uncle Mouri an angry look, "Really! I wonder why Conan hasn't come back yet, so you brought him here!"

"And Xu Jun, I want to tell Sister Huimei!"

Xu Yang watched as he was being slapped at the corner of Chiyu's mouth. This is not married yet, so poor Kudo is about to be detained... "That's right, Xiaolan"

The poker friend asked tentatively, "You only need to play for half an hour if you want to come."

"don't want!"

Xiaolan turned her head with disgust, "Don't play such a dark and unhealthy adult game!"

.. more than [-] minutes later... "Fuck it again!"

Xiao Lan excitedly pushed the card open.

"Big, big three yuan! There are also characters and colors! How can you even be fooled with this kind of card!"

Uncle Maoli, Xu Yang, and the remaining card friend looked stunned. In the past twenty minutes, they enjoyed the fear of being dominated by the big devil of Lanjiang sauce... Even the second dimension can't escape the true fragrance theorem. Ah... But I can't play cards with Hangbilan anymore! At this time, the famous brand friend raised his wrist with sweat on his forehead and looked at his watch, "Strange, Feitian is really slow, it's almost half an hour, I'll go Call to ask, he seemed to be in a panic before, I don't know if there is something wrong."

"Dududu..."

A busy tone rang, but the phone was never connected.

"It's strange, no one answered, the lights in the office are bright..."

"Let's go take a look."

Uncle Maori has some bad premonitions. Although the Mumu Police Department is always complaining about himself, there are indeed many more cases recently than before. The structure of the firm of Feitian Finance and Uncle Maori is very similar, but the space seems to be too large. a lot.

"Hey! Fei Tian, ​​are you still inside: are you inside?"

After the group rushed to the door, they kept shouting, but they never got a response from the president Fei Tian.

At this time, a man in his thirties with glasses happened to come up the stairs and asked curiously, "What's the matter, what are you doing at the entrance of our company?"

"We waited for your boss to play mahjong and couldn't wait for anyone, so we came over and called him directly."

"yes"

The man opened the door, and as expected, the light inside was still on, and he shook his head.

"By the way, why did you come back?"

Uncle Maori asked strangely.

"Because I forgot my phone at the company..."

The man looked around the desk, and finally took out a mobile phone and waved at everyone, "If you are looking for the president, he should be in the president's room."

"President, President"

The man twisted the door handle and found that it was locked from the inside.

"Is there... a backup key?"

"No, because the company's treasury is in the president's office, so only the president has the key..."

Uncle Maori raised his brows, and after telling everyone to get out of the way, he started banging on the door.

After the door was knocked open, to everyone's horror, a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, and glasses fell into a pile of banknotes, with his mouth wide open and his face terrifying.