Coroner Coroner

Conan sighed helplessly, and comforted:

"Who would have thought that Belmode would take the initiative to ask about 'Kudo Shinichi'."

"It's impossible that Lin Xinyi told her this name."

"In other words, she was here to investigate me... I have already been noticed by that organization."

"Then what should we do?"

Mao Lilan asked in a somewhat bewildered manner:

"If Shinichi... the fact that you didn't die has been exposed."

"That woman will definitely continue to find reasons to approach me and inquire about your whereabouts from me."

"So we have to be more cautious now."

"Anyway, Xiao Lan, you've said it in front of her...err..."

"Tell me that I have broken up with 'Kudo Shinichi'."

"We might as well stick to our plan and insist that Kudo Shinichi has never appeared since he disappeared, and we have completely broken with you, and we will no longer call you."

"If she still can't find the traces of Kudo Shinichi from your side, she should gradually believe this statement and divert her attention from you, Xiaolan."

Conan looked strangely, analyzing the matter of letting his girlfriend pretend to break up with him.

And Mao Lilan also hesitated: "This method may be feasible."

"But I... I'm worried that if I can't act well, I will show my flaws in front of her."

After today's actual combat drill, Mao Lilan has completely lost confidence.

No way, she was never good at lying and deceiving.

"This..." Conan also had a headache about this.

But he is also the son of a top actress. He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run, and he has a lot of practical skills in acting.

So, after Conan thought for a while, he directed Mao Lilan:

"Sister Xiaolan, you just need to play your usual self well."

He changed the title to the sweet "Sister Xiaolan" without any sense of disobedience, and made a perfect demonstration:

"Remember the time before my identity was revealed?"

"At that time, you thought that I had been investigating the case outside, and Kudo Shinichi's disappearance was a fact to you."

"Think about the feeling at that time..."

"As long as you bring out the feeling at that time, you can play this role well."

Conan's drama guidance played a key role, and he pointed out to Xiaolan a technique that only needs to be performed in true colors.

"Find the feeling at that time..."

Mao Lilan rubbed her chin lightly, recalling the past:

"At that time...Xinyi ran to investigate the case alone at the playground, and then disappeared completely."

"People are so worried about him, but he will only call every now and then to perfunctory, saying that he is investigating cases in other places."

"This guy is like this every time..."

"On a date, I only talk about Sherlock Holmes, and when I encounter a case, I leave me behind..."

"Damn!! Shinichi is so annoying!!"

Mao Lilan gradually found the feeling.

It happened that there was a power pole beside the road.

She couldn't hold back, and when she got emotional, she slammed an iron fist at the telephone pole.

Conan: "..."

His face was swollen and hurt, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Xiaolan...you, are you acting now?"

Looking at the shattered telephone pole, Conan trembled tremblingly.

Chapter 222 The days of living together with Sister Bei

Under Conan's horrified gaze, Mao Lilan smashed the telephone pole with one punch, just like she used to do.

It's just that the telegraph poles this time seemed a bit too brittle, and a large piece of them would be broken with a single hammer, and slag would fall off.

I saw a small piece of crushed cement peeling off from the utility pole under the powerful bombardment, like a splash of water, and flew more than ten meters in the air.

In the distance, the small cement block fell from the air and hit the forehead of a young man standing across the road.

The small concrete block bounced off his forehead lightly and fell to the ground feebly.

"Hey?!" Mao Lilan was slightly taken aback.

She noticed in time the additional damage she caused when she vandalized public property.

"Hug, sorry!!"

Mao Lilan lowered her head in shame, and bowed deeply to the victim across the road.

And the young man who was hit by a small cement block was still holding the supermarket shopping bag in his hand, and stood there dumbly, as if in a daze.

"I have to go and apologize..."

With that in mind, Mao Lilan prepared to pull Conan across the road.

But at this moment...

I saw the young man across the road suddenly staggered and fell forward suddenly.

Unconsciously, he fell headlong down the curb and lay face down on the motorway.

The shopping bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the dozens of cans of beer in it rolled out and scattered.

"What?!" Both Mao Lilan and Conan's expressions changed.

In a panic, they wanted to cross the road and go over to check on the young man.

But several cars passing by at high speed blocked their way.

And after a delay of more than ten seconds, Mao Lilan and Conan finally walked across the road...

A speeding car suddenly pulled over, as if it was about to stop on the side of the road——

But the driver didn't see the young man who fell on the ground in time, he couldn't brake in time, and ran over the young man who fell to the ground.

"This, this..." Mao Lilan stayed there.

The driver who ran over the young man also stopped the car with a horrified expression, and walked down in a daze.

After a brief shock, Mao Lilan rushed forward as if waking up from a dream.

She hurriedly walked up to the young man who had been crushed by the wheel, and tried to check his vital signs.

"How is it, Xiaolan?" Conan asked nervously.

"..."

Mao Lilan replied with a pale face:

"Already dead."

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Lin Xinyi carried the suitcase and followed Belmode back to his house.

Compared with him, the silver-haired beauty now looks more like the owner of this family.

She took out the key to unlock the door, pushed the door in, and greeted Lin Xinyi:

"Come in, just put your luggage in the bedroom."

Lin Xinyi's face darkened: "There is only one bedroom in my house that can be used, and the other one doesn't even have a bed."

"Is that so..."

Belmode tapped his chin lightly with his fingers, as if thinking:

"Then let's sleep together."

"Anyway, teacher, I don't mind at all."

Lin Xinyi: "..."

He really had nothing to do with this teacher Belmode, so he could only swallow his anger and say:

"I'll give you the bedroom, I'll sleep on the sofa."

With that said, Lin Xinyi honestly carried the suitcase and brought Belmode into his home.

And as soon as the door was opened, I saw the neatly arranged tables and chairs, the spotless floor, and the clean as new furniture...

Belmode's gaze immediately became subtle:

"not bad…"

"You live alone, and you can keep the house so clean?"

"This..." Lin Xinyi's heart sank:

Oops... He had forgotten that the original owner himself was a slob who didn't clean up the house very much.

I cleaned the house too neatly out of habit, and people could see the problem at a glance.

But Belmode didn't ask any further.

She didn't seem to care at all, so she kicked off the high heels on her feet, put on the men's slippers on the porch, and walked into the living room on her own.

"Those are my slippers..." Lin Xinyi sighed helplessly.

But Bermoder had already walked to the living room nonchalantly, and sat lazily on the sofa.