CONAN: I have a compositing station

"Nice intuition. But I advise against intuition.

Natsuki raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a chuckle.

No matter how many layouts there are, they can't resist Conan's intuition after all.

But intuition, after all, is just intuition.

Intuition does not serve as evidence to convict him.

Conan was a little speechless, and Natsuki was still talking like this, as if the big things had nothing to do with him.

Thinking in another way, if Conan was in Natsuki's situation at the time, he didn't know what he would have chosen.

From the historical principle, he certainly does not go beyond the law to represent the law.

However, he will not solve the case just like that and then watch the murderer go unpunished.

As for how to break the game. Conan thought for a moment, but did not think of a solution.

"So you really..."

Conan lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression, only his complicated voice could be heard.

It seems that because the most trusted friends, even the comrades who fought side by side in the face of the mysterious organization, are now murderers, and they don't know how to deal with themselves.

After all, this friend gave him too much help.

Conan's body trembled slightly, and he seemed to be struggling.

On one side is the justice of persistence, on the other is Natsuki.

It seems a bit difficult to decide.

"What are you talking about?"

Natsuki asked in a surprised tone, but there was no expression on his face. He silently watched Conan's actions.

How would you choose, Kudo.

Continue to uphold justice, walk the hardest path alone....

Or, learn to be flexible and continue to walk with yourself.

Hearing this, Conan raised his head faintly.

The face was calm and indifferent.

It was as if he had just lied to Natsuki for the last time.

He grinned, a smile on his face.

"It's not you."

"By the way, didn't you hypnotize that doctor last time, is there a way to give Xiao Lan a psychological hint, she always thinks that she will leak her mouth in a pinch."

Conan began to change the subject.

Natsuki nodded. Put all the dishes and chopsticks on the table into the kitchen. "You can try."

Seeing this, Conan got up and left.

Just as Natsuki was washing the dishes, Conan's voice suddenly sounded outside the kitchen.

"Natsuki!"

Natsuki poked his head out of the kitchen.

Conan stood at the door of the living room, the sun shining outside.

Conan turned against the light and looked back in the sunlight, unable to see the expression on his face.

I could only see him grinning and a smile on his face.

In a trance, Natsuki seemed to see Kudo Shinichi's phantom and stood behind Conan.

"I am a detective, and as a detective, what I like most is to solve unsolved unsolved cases."

"So, I'll definitely catch you!"

Under the sun, Conan and Kudo Shinichi spoke at the same time.

After that, his figure disappeared into the golden sunlight.

Crunching -

As Conan left, the living room door shook slightly, and then clicked, slowly hitting the lock.

The golden sunlight was blocked out of the door.

Natsuki stood in the doorway of the kitchen, usually the place where a house is least likely to get sunlight.

The glass of the kitchen refracted the light and fell on him.

Like a sketch, it distinguishes shadow from light and shadow.

......

Yonehanamachi, the department in charge of vehicle violation management of the Traffic Division of the Metropolitan Police Department.

A taxi stopped on the side of the road.

In the back of the car sat a man in a large black trench coat.

The man lowered his head, shrouded in a trench coat, and wore a hat on his head, unable to see the lineup clearly.

"Sir, it's already here."

When he arrived at his destination, the driver, who thought the passenger was asleep, barked.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, he stretched out his hand and wanted to wake the other party.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the trench coat man moved.

The head under the black gentleman's hat slowly lifted up, revealing a face with stubble.

The other party also had a cigarette in his mouth.

The cold eyes fell on the driver's outstretched hand, and the driver felt like he was bitten by a poisonous snake and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

"First... Sir, it has arrived.

Gin Jiu lowered his eyes slightly, then turned his head to look out the window.

In those eyes, there were some fluctuations called tangled.

Just when the driver wanted to remind him again.

Gin Jiu then opened the door and walked out of the car.

He took out his wallet, pulled out a few of them with his fingers, and looked at the driver with a smile.

The driver didn't wait for him to take out the money, so he stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.

Gin Jiu pouted, withdrew his gaze, then lowered the brim of his hat, put his hand in his pocket, and walked towards the building in the distance.

Led by the police, Gin Jiu found the female traffic policeman who dared to impound his car.

The other party taught gin wine while talking about the laws and regulations, and took gin wine to pay the ticket and deal with the violation.

The buzzing sound is like a disgusting fly.

Gin Jiu frowned, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Put on a uniform and claim to be a guy who holds power. Such a fool. Stuffed the entire Metropolitan Police Department building.

It's so annoying, I really want to shut her up forever.

In Gin Jiu's mind, a thought flashed and was personally denied by him.

"You seem to be very unconvinced?"

After Miyamoto Yumi finished preaching, he noticed the expression of gin wine and drank a sip of water. Rolled up his sleeves again.

"If everyone is like you, what's the point of making the statute? Yumi

Miyamoto once again turned on the preaching mode.

Sick of it.

Gin Jiu slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face had returned to calm, and he looked at Yumi Miyano coldly.

Where did you see that I was not convinced?

Gin Jiu knew that as long as he asked this sentence, he could go.

Because Miyamoto Yumi would naturally observe his expression again, and then classify him as facial paralysis.

However, such words will not come out of his mouth.

Therefore, at present, gin wine can only be consumed with each other.

This makes Gin a little irritable.

Today's task is relatively simple, he has already given it to vodka.

But if he could, he didn't want to spend it here.

After automatically blocking the sound of Weng Ming in his ears, a figure appeared in Gin Jiu's mind.

Adonis ....

The guy who likes to deal with the police.

If you let Natsuki come....

"Gin, have you failed?"

Natsuki's words were still in his ears, and Gin Jiu couldn't help but pinch his eyes.

He suddenly pursed his lips.

Want to smoke.

Would love to....

But here, it is not allowed.

"You can't smoke here."

Just as Gin Jiu took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, Miyamoto Yumi spoke.

Gin Jiu glanced at her lightly, and did not remove the cigarette from his mouth.

[Cigarette lighter, in the car.]

"Does the statute stipulate the time and place of oral education?"

Gin Jiu slowly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Miyamoto Yumi looked up in surprise, and then raised her eyebrows.

"You didn't bring a lighter? That can specifically allow you to hold it. "