Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

Cut, whatever.

Conan showed a dead fish look at Kitahara’s departing back, and pouted.

The time of what is called a detective is over.

Without him as a detective, the Metropolitan Police Department would not know how many cases would not have been solved.

Hiss-that guy hurts!

Conan cursed inwardly while rubbing his aching head.

And after the farce here is over, Kitahara also walked to Twilight Thirteen, who was directing his men to clean up the crime scene.

Chiba Kazushin and Mori Kogoro are also by his side.

“Beiyuan, you are really powerful, you actually found the murderer at once.” Qianye He couldn’t help but pat him on the shoulder as he walked over, and then asked with some doubt, “But how did you know that the armor was hidden in Mr. Wata’s room?” ”

“Guess.”

Kitahara said with a lollipop in his mouth and shrugged.

How do you know, he can’t say that he has seen this plot in his previous life, right?

“Well done, Brother Beiyuan, you have done a great job in these recent cases!”

Twilight Thirteen sighed with satisfaction, and his eyes were more and more satisfied with the newcomer in front of him.

I will carefully complete the report every day, and I also have an extraordinary talent in solving cases, except for the usual laziness, there are no other shortcomings.

And what’s wrong with being lazy, just solve the case!

Now the face of the search section of the Metropolitan Police Department is all supported by Beiyuan Xun, and this good seedling can be cultivated well in the future.

Thinking so, Twilight touched her chin and began to think.

And Kitahara Mon, who did not know that he had been cultivated prosperously, was thoughtfully looking at the works in the museum.

Because the scene is now being cleaned up, Twilight Thirteen did not directly close the team.

Kitahara looked at the art oil painting called “Heavenly Punishment” in front of him, thought about it carefully, and whispered to himself: “Check in the Medieval Art Museum today.” ”

His daily clock-in is usually carried out near the end of work, otherwise he always checks in at the same place, which will seem a little boring.

[Today’s check-in location: Yonehanamachi Medieval Art Museum; Get rewarded: Son of Platinum Hood].

What the hell?

Kitahara looked at the reward he received today, and sighed helplessly.

The rewards are getting weirder.

Yesterday I gave a copy of “The Postpartum Care of Sadonnay”, and today I came over a platinum son hood.

So what exactly is the use of these things?

“Check the hood in detail.”

After a little silence, Kitahara decided to see what this hood did first.

[Hood of the Son of Platinum: A hood made from the skin of the young Son of Platinum, which can hide his true face and voice; At the same time, it can produce a certain deterrent and mocking power on those present. (This item is from the world of Elden Law Ring)].

…… It’s still an unexpectedly useful thing.

Looking at the detailed introduction of the props, Kitahara thought subconsciously.

Being able to hide your face and voice is a good ability.

[Is this reward withdrawn or deposited into the four-dimensional pocket?] 】

“Put it in my four-dimensional pocket.”

Kitahara murmured softly.

Let’s wait until you get home and enjoy it yourself.

Now I am afraid that if I take it out, it will attract the attention of others at once.

Speaking of which, is it time to leave work?

I also have two cats waiting for dinner.

“Hey, it’s time for Kitahara to close the team!”

Just as he yawned boredly, Chiba Kazunobu, who had already dealt with the scene, waved at him and shouted.

“I see.”

Kitahara raised his head in response, then stood up and moved his shoulders, and walked towards the door.

When he came this time, he came in his own car, which means that he didn’t have to follow Chiba and them back to the Metropolitan Police Department, and he just drove home directly.

“That—Officer Kitahara!”

Just a few steps out of Beiyuan Mong, he suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant female voice behind him.

Māoriland?

Hearing this familiar voice, Kitahara stopped and then turned to look at it with some doubt.

“What’s wrong, Miss Maori.”

Looking at Mao Lilan, who was standing behind him with a somewhat hesitant look, Kitahara couldn’t help but ask.

“Can Officer Kitahara give me your contact information?”

Mao Lilan took a deep breath, and then said crisply.

Contact details?

He thought that this would be the reason Maori Lan stopped him.

Kitahara was stunned, and then nodded.

“Of course, do you want to exchange mailboxes or LINE?”

“That… Actually, my friend Sonoko wants your contact information – that’s why I asked me. ”

Mao Lilan explained in a very light voice, perhaps afraid that he would not remember, and said: “It’s the girl who was with me last time on Valentine’s Day.” ”

Sonoko Suzuki – she wouldn’t be hungry for her body too, would she?

Hearing Mao Lilan’s explanation, Kitahara quickly thought of Suzuki Sonoko he met that day, and the corners of his eyes couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

How did I become a police officer, and all I encountered was hungry for my own body.

“If Officer Kitahara minds…”

Seeing that Beiyuan fell silent, Mao Lilan said carefully.

“No—I don’t care, then the two of us exchange first, and then you’re pushing Miss Suzuki over.”

Kitahara put away the complicated emotions in his heart, shook his head and said.

Just to add to your somewhat empty contacts.

And at this time….

What is Xiaolan doing with that guy?

Conan, who was following Maori Kogoro, suddenly saw two people not far away, and thought with some doubt.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Xiaolan take out his mobile phone from his shoulder bag, and then exchanged scans with Kitahara Xun.

Wait – that guy from Kitahara won’t be exchanging contact information with Xiaolan, right?

Conan, who instantly understood, immediately changed his face, and he quickly ran towards them.

As a result, just before he took two steps, he felt his collar being pulled up.

“You little ghost give me an honest stay!”

Maori Kogoro said in an unhappy tone.

“But… But Lan—”

Conan just wanted to explain, but found that Maori Kogoro was looking at him with half-squinted eyes, and his other fist had been raised high, and he immediately closed his mouth in amusement.

Damn it, Kitahara you guy!

Conan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.