Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

vegetable?

Bond made a "wang" sound and said: I have only eaten dog food, not vegetables.

It was all because Anya licked the plate every time she ate, leaving no extra food, which meant she had no leftovers to eat.

Fortunately, the dog food tastes good, otherwise it would have been tempted to put it on the table.

"Hurry up, or I will take you with me when we are sent to the new home. You won't be able to eat canned dog food every day. As long as you help me, you will eat canned dog food three times a day for the next month!"

Anya stood with her hands on her hips and glared at Bond, with her index finger against the dog's head to signal the other party not to be ungrateful.

Then she touched her pocket again, feeling a little guilty.

This promise was too valuable for her small wallet. As the leader of the Junior Detective Team, she had to buy snacks for her brothers every day. If she added canned dog food, she probably wouldn't have enough money to buy snacks and toys.

Bond rolled his eyes in a humane way, but still said "Wang" and agreed to Anya's request.

What dog can resist canned dog food three times a day? Not Bond!

As for whether Anya will fulfill her promise, Bond is a dog with limited brain capacity and cannot consider the tricks of human beings.

Anya sat upright, stretched out her hands and touched the dog's head again, as if a witch was stroking a magic ball, rubbing and kneading it, making Bond's eyelids almost turn up.

But there is no way. If Anya wants to see the picture, she must contact it, otherwise she can only hear its voice.

And because of the different species, Aniya’s voice channel sometimes has “bad signal”.

Soon, a picture formed in Aniya's mind.

The location was at home, even... in her bedroom.

In the picture, he is sitting at the table, with a struggle scarf tied on his forehead and a pen in his right hand.

There was a pile of homework on the table that was taller than her.

She kept writing with tears in her eyes. If she moved a little slower, a fly swatter would fall on the table.

Behind her, a brown-haired girl who was a little taller than her stood with her hands on her hips, looking serious and watching her intently.

"If you don't finish all this homework today, you will have to sleep with Bond tonight. Then your bed will be mine~"

The brown-haired girl's whispers sounded like something from hell, and every word made Anya's hair stand on end.

"too horrible!"

Anya was so frightened by the scene that she almost peed her pants. She quickly let go and disconnected her consciousness from Bond's precognition.

I didn't get to see the so-called Shirley, but there was a little girl of the same age supervising her while she was doing her homework.

Just thinking about this scene...is not right. She doesn't even dare to think about it.

The impact of the scene was so great that the little girl was stunned for a moment, until Bond called out impatiently, she woke up from her self-association.

"No Shirley! And no girl with brown hair!"

Anya shook her head to get rid of the other person's face from her mind, and said to herself with certainty: "I will not leave my father's side, and I will not do my homework."

Fortunately, he spoke in a low voice. If Natsukawa heard it, the hot spring ticket might have gone to Kogoro Mouri.

"But why did that brown-haired girl appear in my room?" Aniya frowned and thought for a while.

I was adopted by my father. Does he now intend to send me away and adopt another daughter who has strong learning ability and can do homework?

Judging from the height and appearance, the other person should be of the same age as her, which seems to meet her father's requirements.

The father's initial request was to find someone who could provide him with information about the Junior Detective Team.

It was because I lied about my age that I caught my father's eye. The girl in the picture just now seemed to meet his requirements better...

He’s of the right age, and he’s so strict, and it seems like he’s also a great student!

But I have already joined the Junior Detective Team and even became the team leader, why is my father still not satisfied?

This is like an undercover police agent becoming the boss of a gang, but she is dedicated to justice, but her boss abandons her and sends another undercover agent to practice a small account.

After thinking for a long time, Anya couldn't figure out why Xiachuan did this.

But she secretly made a decision in her heart that she must not let the brown-haired girl enter her room.

No, you can't even step into her house.

Now! Make a plan to defend against the tea-haired girl now.

Homework and stuff... my house is about to be robbed, how can I take care of my homework...

While Anya was planning how to prevent the brown-haired girl from entering the house, Xia Chuan, who put the garbage at the door, had an unexpected reward.

"Uncle Maori, where did you go and where did you just come back from?"

Upon noticing the other party's Mercedes, Xia Chuan skillfully stepped forward to greet him and also to get some information.

Kogoro Mouri was dressed in a suit and tie, while Ran was wearing a more formal dress. They looked like they had just returned from some formal event.

Very suspicious.

Due to the characteristics of the Death God's elementary school students, and the fact that the three were dressed so formally, Xia Chuan suspected that they might have just returned from a murder scene.

Who on earth is so blind that he dares to invite the elementary school student of the God of Death? He must think he has lived too long.

"Natsukawa..." Maori Kogoro seemed to have no interest. He sighed, looked at his daughter impatiently and said:

"It was that brat Kudo who said he didn't have time to go back to Tokyo, so he asked me, a famous detective, to help him attend the garden tea party of the famous architect Moriya Teiji.

This guy really doesn't treat himself as an outsider. He didn't call in person for this kind of thing, but only called Xiaolan. He really doesn't respect people..."

After saying that, Maori Kogoro muttered again: "If it weren't for Kudo Shinichi, I wouldn't have lost so much face. I was actually solved by a kid first."

(—◎Monthly Ticket◎—)

Chapter 189 Rainy Night, A Li, -chome

Please! I only asked Xiaolan to go, but you were the one who insisted on going with me, okay?

Conan complained behind his back that he couldn't do it, he thought Uncle Maori could do it, but facts told him that the famous detective could only appear after falling asleep.

This really confirmed what Inspector Megure said yesterday when I used an anesthetic needle to knock Uncle Mori unconscious at Kurokawa's house.

He remembered that Inspector Megure's original words were: Are you finally here, brother Mori!

Now Inspector Megure has begun to believe that Uncle Mori, who has fallen asleep, is the key to solving the case...

How out of character must one be to have left such an impression on Inspector Megure!

However, speaking of today's tea party, it was really good.

The puzzles provided by Teiji Moriya are quite valuable for reasoning. If Mr. Kobayashi had not just told him the story of Momotaro yesterday, he might not have been able to react so quickly.

"Is it Teiji Moriya's tea party? I've always said that Conan has learned a lot from Uncle Mori, and now he can solve cases before the famous detective. It's really amazing."

Xia Chuan lowered his head and touched Conan's head. "No wonder I heard Aniya say today that Conan left school early. It turned out that he went to attend a tea party of a famous architect."

"Humph, this brat is really a nuisance. I should have known not to bring him along."

Kogoro Mouri was a little angry because Conan stole his limelight as a famous detective during the tea party.

He was clearly "about" to think of the answer, but Conan said it first, and said that the teacher had just told this story yesterday and he just connected the dots.

Damn Conan, damn Mr. Kobayashi!

o(*￣︶￣*)o

Conan raised his head proudly and glanced at Uncle Maori.

Uncle Maori has no magnanimity at all. If it weren't for me, he would definitely be embarrassed.

Conan knew it from his expression at that time and he laughed to death.

I really want to say, Uncle Maori, are you here to take a shit?

Indeed, without myself, Uncle Maori is nothing.

It's a good opportunity to make the other party look bad today, otherwise, if he keeps being self-righteous every day, there will be problems sooner or later.

"Dad..." Xiaolan looked at her father speechlessly, "If it weren't for Conan, the mystery probably wouldn't have been solved until now. Speaking of which, Conan also helped Dad out."

However, Kogoro Mori did not appreciate it. He ignored his daughter's grumbling and started the car again and drove to the parking place.

The first floor of Maori's house is rented to Poirot Cafe, so naturally there is no way to park downstairs, so you can only park in a nearby parking lot.

"Is this the puzzle that Conan solved? It's really amazing. It turns out that people will become smarter if they stay with Uncle Maori for a long time." Xiachuan touched the dog's head again, chatted with Xiaolan for a few more words, turned around and said goodbye.

"Paranoia + obsessive-compulsive bomber Moriya Teiji has appeared. What does this mean..."

The corners of Xia Chuan's mouth suddenly curled up, which meant that an explosion was about to happen, and also meant that he could get a batch of good quality ammonium nitrate explosives.

Ammonium nitrate explosives can be made into plastic bombs in batches after being fixed.

A small amount of plastic bombs is not very powerful, but they are not as powerful as a large amount.

The plot doesn't seem to mention how much was stolen, but considering that Moriya Teiji blew up so many buildings, the amount should not be small.

Xia Chuan had a batch of grenades on hand, but they could not accumulate power like plastic bombs. Now he could take advantage of the other party's theft to empty the Japanese gunpowder depot.

The Oriental Powder Depot is a gunpowder depot, and it definitely stores a lot of explosives. This is an opportunity to add some powerful toys to your own small arsenal.

At that time, we can put the blame of stealing on Emperor Moriya's head. Wouldn't that be great?

Maybe he could even sell a batch to Gin. This guy also has a fear of insufficient firepower. He heard Vodka mention several times while drinking that his elder brother was very interested in arms. Now that he suddenly had so much money, he would definitely be willing to trade.

As for the excuse, we can say that a yakuza organization wants to sell it, and the other party should be able to accept it.

After all, he had told Vodka earlier that he had found a channel to buy grenades, so this reason could be used again and should be acceptable.

"Ania, what are you doing?"

After returning home, Xia Chuan went to his daughter's door, knocked on Anya's door, and found that his daughter was writing something.

The old father nodded with satisfaction and walked forward to check.

However, Anya was not doing her homework. On the table was a notebook, not a homework book.

"What plan?" Xia Chuan asked.

Aniya closed the notebook too quickly, and with her arm blocking the view, Xia Chuan could not see clearly. He only had time to see the three words "Plan" at the beginning.

"Ania is writing in her diary. It's a secret and can't be told to father..."

Anya's face was nervous and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Fortunately, she was quick, otherwise her plan to boycott the tea-haired girls would have been seen by her father.

This cannot be seen by my father, otherwise I won’t be able to explain why I know this girl.

"I asked you to do your homework, and you're writing in your diary here?"

Xia Chuan felt that the veins on his forehead seemed to be about to burst. Are today's primary school students so difficult to teach?

"Father, please go out quickly. I will definitely finish my homework today, so you can rest assured..."

Anya patted her chest, as if to say, "It's all my responsibility."

The little girl also has her own little secret, and Xia Chuan couldn't say anything, so he could only leave in a depressed mood.

Looking at the door that closed again, his head ached vaguely. Taking care of a child was more difficult than any spy mission.

......

It rained continuously all night, and pedestrians were all wearing raincoats or holding umbrellas.

A black figure flipped into the magnificent Moritani mansion. This person was Xiachuan.

As a top designer in the industry, Moriya Residence is the masterpiece of Teiji Moriya.

The entire villa, from the entrance to the front yard, to the villa and to the backyard, fully adheres to the aesthetic of symmetry.

Even the servants inside are all twins.

It is conceivable that Teiji Moritani's paranoia has reached a point close to madness.

If that's the case, the reason why the other party hasn't gotten married yet is probably because men and women can only harmonize yin and yang and cannot achieve symmetry.

"You're not at home?"

Due to the emergency, Frank did not have time to investigate Teiji Moriya's itinerary, and Xiachuan did not know whether Teiji Moriya was at home before he came.

However, whether the other party is at home or not does not affect his installation of eavesdropping equipment.

Teiji Moriya just learned the security key to the Oriental gunpowder depot today. Natsukawa is not worried that he will take action immediately, so he can at least make some plans.

This kind of paranoid person is very meticulous in his work. The reason why he was not here tonight is probably that he was preparing to steal the things he needed for the Japanese gunpowder depot or to survey the terrain.