Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Returning to the living room, Gongsheng leaned on the sofa, hugged the computer in his arms, and searched for the latest news.

The latest news is pushed to the homepage of major websites.

[Neon's top detective, Yusaku Kudo, participated in the Swiss Literature Hall Awards and brought his girlfriend there! ! ! 】

There are pictures and stories, Kudo Yusaku is holding a blond beauty who is more boldly dressed than Yukiko.

Judging from the picture, this beauty is only a few years older than Shin Kudo.

There are countless words of praise, and it is understandable to praise this neon writer and call it the world's number one home.

"There are many variables in this trial."

Gongsheng sensed something was wrong.

The comment area below was deliberately led to the situation of the famous detective Kudo Shinichi from discussing the situation of the world's first company.

Soon other reports appeared, binding Yusaku Kudo's success to Shinichi Kudo, and using public opinion to order the Metropolitan Police Department to release Shinichi Kudo.

"But seeing this scene, Master Youxizi will die of anger."

My husband appeared in public with his arms around other women.

And all the news reports directly referred to the supermodel in the photo as Mrs. Kudo, praising her youth and beauty, and praising her as a good wife.

But behind this praise, there is also a humble psychology. In their view, it is a symbol of success that the Neon people can own the beauties of the United States and make the women of the United States a vassal.

As for the outdated female star Fujimine Yukiko who debuted for two years, she is not the good match everyone thinks at all.

"Jingle Bell!!!"

Caller ID, Master.

As soon as he remembered the other party, the other party called.

"Hey, master, what's the matter?"

The other side of the phone was very quiet, with intermittent crying.

"Gongsheng, can you come to the Metropolitan Police Department...help me..."

Chapter 9. Sacrifice

I thought that the other party would come to me and cry about Yusaku Kudo's problems, but I didn't want the other party to be arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department at this moment.

"Master, what happened?"

Put on your clothes when asking, make sure you have the car keys on you, and trot away from home.

"Sir... hurry up... it's cold..."

It seemed that he made this call because he was at the limit of what he could endure. He was trembling and sobbing, and there was an echo after speaking, confirming that the other party was in a closed room.

"I'll go there now, and I'll be there in 10 minutes."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other person to say anything else, the public student turned off the phone, and he had already stepped into the elevator.

The snow was still falling, the temperature dropped below zero in the middle of the night, and the water on the ground was not discharged, because an explosion site of the bomber destroyed the main drainage pipe in Tokyo, causing most of the streets to be flooded now.

Gongsheng was driving a supercar and kept hearing the sound of crushing ice. The road was already frozen and would slip when turning.

Barely rely on driving skills to maintain normal driving.

……

In the detention room of the Metropolitan Police Department, Yukiko Kudo, who is beautiful in front of outsiders, looks like a crazy woman at the moment.

All the make-up on his face was gone, like a grimace, he huddled in the interrogation chair with his head down, his whole body was shaking constantly, and his legs were still wet from stepping on the accumulated water.

Her hair was disheveled, like a stray dog ​​on the side of the road, fluffy and disheveled.

It was very cold, and he was only wearing a thin windproof jacket and a skirt that reached his knees.

Pupil didn't dare to look at any of the police officers present, and could only stare blankly at the lock, tears rolled down his cheeks, his mouth faltered and he couldn't speak.

Too hungry, too sleepy, too tired, too cold, too painful...

But facing this situation, Yukiko couldn't think of anyone who could help her, and she was unwilling to contact her best friend, concubine Eri, because of her face. Thinking about how she would think of herself, whether she would think of herself as her subordinate and follower.

Thinking of Kudo Yusaku again...

My husband is enjoying the pinnacle of his life, hugging his lovely wife who is only a few years older than Kudo Shin, being praised by everyone, and stepping into the hall of world literature.

That's right, the other party is already the number one home in the world.

"Gongsheng... Gongsheng... Hurry up and save me..."

Every time you encounter difficulties, the only person who can think of and help you is this child.

Inhale forcefully to suck back the snot that reaches the nostrils.

Hearing the footsteps outside the corridor, he waited for that figure to appear, and then rescued himself.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The hurried running resounded through the corridor, and finally stopped in front of the door of the interrogation room, and a young man in thick clothes walked in.