Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

His head couldn't keep up, and he wasn't a young man like Kudo Shinichi, so he couldn't figure out what happened at all.

"Brother Matsumoto, can you tell me directly, I really don't know what happened?"

Unexpectedly, he smiled wryly, and finally called out 'big brother' for personal relations.

Mu Mu Shisan really didn't know what happened, and it was the first effort.

"Did you give some convenience to the kid from the Maori family, and our Metropolitan Police Department provided evidence?"

Police Matsumoto made a point.

"Yes, he is a child of Maori. He came to play with us every day when he was a child, so he will help..."

At the end of the sentence, Mu Mu Shisan suddenly didn't know how to continue.

His eyes stared blankly at the TV screen.

It just happened to broadcast the trial that took place in the Eastern Metropolitan Court this morning. Obviously, the information about Mr. Maori was suppressed, and the plaintiff's lawyer was used instead.

But Mu Mu Shisan watched the live broadcast, so he naturally knew who the lawyer was on stage.

They are also high school students, one is the god of death, possessed by a disaster star, and the other is the incarnation of the god of wealth, wantonly sprinkle the meritorious deeds of stepping on the road of power, and make money for a rich life.

"That's right, it was your little nephew who gave you a hand."

Matsumoto's words interrupted Megushisan's thoughts.

The middle-aged, fat, greasy man couldn't hold the phone, trembling like a starting point editor holding a second-rate book called "My Sister Mao Lilan".

"I just arranged for Sato to take him to check the required documents just because he is a child in the circle of our Metropolitan Police Department."

Walking to the window, even though it was raining outside, Mu Mu Shisan still opened the window.

Watching the thunder and lightning fill the sky.

He opened his mouth wide, breathing in the cold air, filtering his lungs and exhaling it.

Three times in a row, suppressing the excitement in my heart.

What kind of big case is that? First of all, the merits are enough to directly become a police officer candidate, and then make some connections, and when Matsumoto Kiyosaga is transferred or promoted, he will be the next police officer.

"You did nothing wrong. Our police circle still needs to ensure internal unity... Well, I have disturbed you for a long time. Take a good rest. You are also very tired today."

The internal unity of the Metropolitan Police Department depends not only on contacts, but also on interests.

Matsumoto's "unity" does not refer to real unity, but to tell Mu Mushisan that anyone who submits a quota now will belong to the investigation team of this case and get part of the rewards and merits.

For example, Miwako Sato submitted now.

"Okay, thank you Matsumoto-san."

Wearing a hat, he kept nodding and bowing at the phone, did his fat belly hit the wall, rubbing a layer of dust.

When he hung up the phone, Mu Mu Shisan couldn't hide the wanton smile on his face.

I quickly found a certain phone number, Kogoro Mori.

However, look at the clock next to it.

It was [-]:[-], plus it was raining, so he probably had already hid in the mahjong room opposite the detective agency.

Finally put down the phone, and Mumulu had already put the table full of food on the table.

"What's the matter, husband, you look happy?"

Mu Muqing asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about my luck. First I met a nice niece, and now I meet a nice nephew."

The daughter of the former police officer, Miwako Sato, and the child of his former partner, the police department, Kosei Mori.

Mu Mushisan showed an adult smile, in a happy mood, staring at his wife's wrinkles with winks and affection.

.....

Concubine house.

"Here comes the soup!"

Trot to bring the soup to the table, the three delicacies cooked with enoki mushroom, pea and tofu, sprinkled with shallots, give off a rich umami taste.

On the table, tuna sashimi sushi, French-style fried roast duck with bacon, Chinese-style pan-fried dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage.

Gongsheng glanced in the direction of the cat's nest, because today he was eating extra sashimi, Gulu was twisting the cat's buttocks high, and his tail was standing upright, eating half a bowl of cat food.

I've gained some weight recently.

"Public student, are these documents really given to you by the teacher?"

There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and Fei Yingli was holding the doctoral diploma in her hand.

Should have been honored ten years ago.

Even before returning home today, it was Fei Yingli's regret.

Abandoning studies to achieve a family, dreams become buried tombstones, engraved with regrets and expectations.

Hope is the boy in front of you.