No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Nakai held the business card in both hands and grinned:

"You are a famous detective. My name is Akira Nakai. Please give me more advice."

Maori Kogoro took the business card, saw the word correspondent printed on it, and went with Ryuichi Liu.

Nakai glanced sideways, a little bit of yin and yang:

"I still have a lot of places in the future. I have to trouble Mr. Liu Lai to take care of me."

It was a common polite remark, but it seemed to touch Liu Lailong's pain point.

He grabbed Akira Nakai by the collar and gritted his teeth:

"Nakai, you'd better give me enough time!"

"Oh, I'm just asking you to take care of me, why are you so excited?

Akira Nakai pushed away Liu Lai Ryuichi's hands and sneered:

"Is it possible that you have spoken to your mind?"

"What's on your mind?"

Nakai Akira cocked his mouth, and his smile became even stronger.

He took out a small amount of white powder from his bag and blew Liu Lailong's face.

"hateful!"

The latter spit out two mouthfuls and left the scene angrily.

Akira Nakai sneered twice and walked away from the other side.

Mao Lilan stared at the white powder on the ground, a little curious:

"What is this, washing powder?"

Conan crouched down and dipped his fingers a little.

He sniffed at the tip of his nose and shook his head:

"No, this is a very common lime."

The vigilance radar in his heart quickly filled up.

Does Mr. Nakai blow lime at Liu Lai, does it have any special meaning?

……

After eating and drinking, the three of Conan left the awards scene.

Mouri Kogoro was still a little unhappy and bought a dozen beers on the way home.

After taking it back, lie down on the mat and drink happily.

The price of this small can of beer is not expensive, and the degree is not high.

As long as you measure it, it is like boiling a frog in warm water, and you will soon have a hazy drunkenness.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, someone called the Maori Detective Agency.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

Maurilan was taking a bath when he heard the bell ringing for a long time and shouted:

"Dad, pick it up quickly, I can't leave now."

Conan walked out of the room and saw Mouri Kogoro sleeping soundly on the mat:

"Miss Xiaolan, I'm ready."

He picked up the microphone and asked:

"Hello, this is the Maori Detective Agency, what's the matter?"

"It's me, Akira Nakai. You're a kid back then, let the detective answer the phone."

Conan looked back and explained:

"I'm sorry, uncle fell asleep."

"What, fell asleep?"

On the other end of the microphone, Akira Nakai was a little excited:

"Then call up the big detective. I have something very important to tell him right now. Tell you, kid, this is a matter of life."

When Conan heard it, it seemed serious.

Quickly put down the microphone and pushed Mouri Kogoro.

But this guy snores and sleeps like a dead pig.

Conan had no choice but to take out the walkie-talkie.

Go outside the room and use a bow-knot voice changer to tune into Kogoro Mouri's voice:

"Hello, Mr. Nakai, I'm Kogoro Mouri, what can you do to me?"

"Oh, Detective, you finally answered the phone, why is it so slow?"

Conan did not answer and asked further:

"Mr. Nakai, what is the matter of life and death?"

"Detective, someone is trying to kill me recently. If I die unexpectedly next, you must investigate carefully."

Conan was a little stunned and asked:

"Mr. Nakai, what are you talking about? Who is going to kill you?"

Before Nakai Akira could name the murderer, a pig-slaughtering scream suddenly came from the other end of the phone:

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Chapter 352 Bringing the Dutiful Son Conan

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Hearing the screams, Conan held the microphone and asked:

"Mr. Nakai, what happened, please speak up!"

At this time, Akira Nakai had been stunned by the murderer who turned into Xiao Hei.

He fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Mr. Nakai, are you okay?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, Xiao Hei showed a sneer.

It picked up the walkie-talkie and hung up without any response.

"Crack, beep..."

Hearing the busy tone in the microphone, Conan's expression became solemn.

He knows Mr. Nakai, and it is very likely that something will happen to him.

Conan went back to the room and pushed Mouri Kogoro:

"Uncle, something big has happened, get up quickly!"

He was so drunk he couldn't wake up at all.

With Yoko Yoko's cry in her mouth, she is probably dreaming of spring.

Conan couldn't wake Mouri Kogoro, so he had to search out the business card from his arms.

He didn't call Maori Lan, who took a bath, and left the Maori office.

Closing the door, Conan suddenly felt something was wrong.

If he went to the scene alone without others to accompany him, wouldn't he be regarded as a suspect?

Thinking of this, he took out the phone and called Mr. Suzuki.

At this time, Suzuki Qiaoqiao is reading a book.

"Morning Morning..."

Seeing the phone ringing, he picked it up and glanced at it, and it showed Conan's phone number.

What time is it, what is this kid doing for me?

"Hey?"

"Mr. Suzuki, something is wrong!"

Hearing such a beginning, Suzuki Qiaoqiao couldn't help but spit out:

"What's the big deal, people are dead again, right?"

Conan was startled and asked:

"Hey, Mr. Suzuki, how do you know?"

Please, there are so many murder cases around you, haven't you found the problem yet?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao pouted, speechless.

You, a spokesperson for the god of death, don't even know it, it's really unscientific.

"Forget it, you can't listen to me when I explain. Just give the address and I'll take a taxi."

"Okay, in XXX..."

Instead of calling the police, Conan contacted him directly.

Explain that this case is rather special, maybe it has something to do with the Black Organization?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao is at home today and has been reading books for almost a day.

Just to go out for activities and change my mind.

The main thing is that Suzuki Takahashi needs to earn points to exchange for more advanced karate.