Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Open your mouth, eat it, feel the tip of your tongue touch the spoon lightly, and then take it out.

"Sister, are you worried about Kudo?"

Asked a question, Kosei was also staring at the screen, but did not find Kudo Shinichi.

In comparison, Meguro Shisan and Sato Miwako often appeared, and the number of people from the Metropolitan Police Department on the scene was not too many. Compared with the usual twenty or so people going to the scene, this time there were only five or six people.

It appears that most of the Metropolitan Police Department's force has been diverted elsewhere.

By the way, Gongsheng saw a relatively obscure car, a car that is hard to see, appeared on the screen.

The pure black Porsche 356a, the wipers are still swinging back and forth, which proves that there are people in the car, who seem to be observing the scene.

"Well, it's raining heavily outside, and Shinichi didn't bring an umbrella."

Xiaolan's eyes wandered around the screen, she frowned, and her tone was anxious.

But it was a long time before I saw a certain childhood sweetheart.

"I need to go there now, help my sister find it, and send an umbrella by the way."

He scooped up a piece of diced mango and brought it to Mao Lilan's mouth.

The gentleman looked at the girl with his eyes and asked her...

The heavy rain outside is still going on, and I don't know when it will stop, which also indicates that it will be the rainy season in the next few days.

This is the tenth floor, which belongs to the wind and flow of high-rise buildings. Even a high-end apartment can't stop the strong wind outside and rainwater from hitting the windows with a "slapping" sound.

Thunder flickers, even if the windows are closed, there is also a sound insulation effect, but it is still frightening.

Xiaolan trembled slightly.

Although this is a new home, it cannot immediately give Mao Lilan a sense of security, plus she is already afraid of thunderstorms.

Holding the soft mattress with her hands, it is completely different from the firm tatami bed at home. The big princess bed, when Xiaolan just moved in yesterday, rolled five times in a row before falling to the ground.

It's like being able to sit five people side by side at the same time.

Move a little inward, because karate exercise leads to stiffness, and the force is still very strong recently, especially for the use of the waist.

"If you go to give him an umbrella, you will get wet, and this live broadcast is 10 minutes after four o'clock in the evening, and the time shown on it is just four o'clock."

Xiaolan sat down a little bit, grabbed her younger brother's arm, and prevented him from going out.

"No, I'm just asking. After all, sister, your phone is broken, so you can't call him. It's normal to be worried... Open your mouth, ah..."

Send the fruit salad to the red lips in front of you again, spoonful after spoonful.

Gongsheng took a look at the live broadcast, but still did not see Kudo Shinichi, but the situation on the scene was not optimistic.

On the other side of the screen, Rena Mizumu covered her short skirt frantically, and her whole body was also soaked in rain, which could highlight the semi-perspective linearity and the inner clothing part with black texture.

And the main shooting angle of the video seems to be not serious, constantly chasing the dedicated video of "the host who persists in the storm".

"Brother, please sit inside."

Seemingly mustering up her courage, Xiaolan lifted the quilt slightly, and Xiaolan looked at the boy.

"..."

Gongsheng looked at Mao Lilan in surprise.

"It's cold, my sister's room is not heated, the quilt can be covered, and there is enough space."

Lowering his head, his face was a little rosy.

Xiaolan pinched the flesh with her fingers, and when she heard the thunder outside the window, she suddenly trembled and her whole body shuddered.

Then, feel the quilt being pulled slightly.

Through the pajamas, it seems to be aware of the friction of the slacks, another temperature is heating up the coldness inside the quilt.

"I remember when we were very young, we hid in the kotatsu together like this."

The last time was also very similar to the present, ten years ago in the spring.

The kotatsu has not been put away by Fei Yingli, the happiness of the siblings is hiding in the kotatsu, and then Xiaolan stares at the TV.

When I was thirsty, I asked my brother to pour water, and when I was hungry, I asked my brother to peel apples...

And when you are sleepy, you only need to lean on the shoulder of the boy next to you, or use the boy's chubby little arm as a pillow, without pressing the ugly red marks, and fall into a deep sleep.

It's exactly the same, but now the public can use the money he earns to buy all kinds of fruits, and he is also able to make various types of fruit dishes, changing patterns without repetition.

Digging up diced apples and sending them to my sister's mouth, watching the other party open his mouth wide, bite down, chew and then swallow.

The siblings stared at the computer placed between them.

In the past 10 minutes or so, because the sewer drainage system was paralyzed and the explosion site was submerged, it seemed that the Metropolitan Police Department was also a little difficult to support.

The bombed car was sent to the police car by a crane. The Mumu Police Department could only use official emphasis to inform that the investigation needed to be continued, and then left the scene of the crime.

At this time, the figure of Kudo Shinichi appeared in the car of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It looked like it wasn't raining.

"Are you relieved now, sister?"