Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

The recently controversial Councillor Saito suddenly died in a car accident. No matter what the public security and prosecutorial authorities think, it is impossible to get any information from a dead person.

The Black Organization should have been happy that they didn't have to take action, but the ones who carried out the mission were two traitors.

When Amuro and Mizunashi Rena went to check the body last night, they felt extremely complicated.

They didn't know what information Saito knew.

But even the tiniest clue could potentially help bring down this giant organization.

early morning.

The Sun Also Rises.

Touzi carried a large bag of food and slowly walked to the front of the Polo Gate.

The doors and windows of the coffee shop have all been replaced, but the red paint on the floor at the entrance was left alone and a dark blanket was laid on it, which looks pretty good.

Today, for the first time ever, Lin Feng came very early and stood at the door watering the flowers.

"Manager, is there anything happy happening?" Touzi saw that the other person seemed to be humming a song, and asked with a smile.

"Of course, didn't you watch the news?"

"The guy who ordered the gangsters to throw paint was hit and killed by a car." Lin Feng nodded and smiled brightly.

Not only that, I also won a lot of food last night.

"I saw that the police caught those people riding motorcycles overnight."

Touzi and Lin Feng pushed the door and walked into the store.

Now that Councillor Saito is dead, there is no need to cover up the mess and just report it directly.

You can’t even face the sight of people, and can’t you even face the sight of dead people?

"Mr. Amuro, good morning!"

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" After greeting, A Zi looked at Touzi's face and asked.

Although it is not obvious because of the skin color, there are still traces of dark circles.

"Yeah, my neighbors had a quarrel last night and I didn't sleep well." Touzi said something casually, then walked into the kitchen and started preparing.

Paul took off his sunglasses and winked at his boss.

Is what happened yesterday related to this undercover agent?

"Are you poisoned by the onions?" Lin Feng didn't quite understand eye language, as this language was a bit niche.

"..."

Paul pushed his sunglasses back on and went back to chopping onions for the curry.

Lin Feng felt that this guy was planning to become a curry immortal or something like that.

The key is to stop eating for a while, and then eat again, you will actually feel some improvement.

After the busy morning rush hour.

The Maori family of three, who had nothing to do, came down from the stairs.

"I want coffee." Uncle Maori, holding a stack of newspapers in his hand, sat directly next to Lin Feng who was lying by the window.

Really, you are so young and have so much free time. Why don’t you go and repair more things?

"I want to eat a fruit sundae." Xiaolan said that she had been wanting to eat this since last night.

"No problem, Conan, what about you?" A Zi looked at the Death God Elementary School Student.

"I'll just drink some juice."

The dog-headed detective's request is very simple.

"Hey, it's time for you to go out and do some business. It's no good to be idle all day long."

Uncle Maori spoke to the people around him and opened the newspaper in his hand.

"..."

Conan looked at the mustache detective, speechless.

You are the one who should go out and do business.

"Dad, why did you bring the horse racing newspaper downstairs..." Xiaolan was helpless with her old father who never forgot horse racing wherever he went.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Maori put on headphones and started listening to the live broadcast of the horse racing through a portable radio.

"Mr. Maori, didn't that Sayuri come to see you last time?" Seeing that Uncle Maori was so idle, Lin Feng wanted to make him unhappy. Thinking of the client with big wavy hair, gorgeous clothes, and weighing more than 100 kilograms, Uncle Maori shuddered.

The bodyguard commission has ended. Don’t call anyone over here again!

For the sake of money, some commissions have to be accepted...

woo woo woo...

Thinking of this, Uncle Maori’s mood completely dropped.

The next second, the horse racing results came out, and I lost again.

Feeling that his teacher Maori was depressed, Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother Lin Feng, my mother called before and said that she came to you to repair her computer, but you were busy." While eating a sundae, Xiaolan looked at the leisurely look of someone and couldn't help asking.

It doesn't look like he's busy at all.

"Hmm..." Lin Feng didn't know what he remembered, frowned and shook his head.

"what happened?"

Uncle Maori saw the repairman's expression and asked casually.

"It's because of the cookies." Conan revealed the answer while drinking juice.

"biscuit?"

After hearing this answer, everyone was confused and curious.

"Last time Aunt Yingli baked chocolate cookies, and after that, Brother Lin Feng couldn't accept the combination of chocolate and flour for a long time." Conan smiled happily.

"No matter what, I refuse to go to Lawyer Fei's house." Lin Feng said, shaking his head.

Any dish she took out could cost her life.

That makes people think about the complex taste of life.

If it tastes bad like normal food, just spit it out.

But that kind of ambiguous feeling will make people feel resistant when they see that kind of food again.

"Ha ha……"

When Uncle Maori heard someone complain about this, he laughed a few times, then looked across the table at his daughter's sundae.

I've already eaten half of it.

"That strawberry looks delicious. If you don't want to eat it..." Uncle Maori has already stretched out his magic hand and pinched the strawberry.

The strawberry was originally placed on the tip, but it was never eaten.

"No, I really want to save it until the end and enjoy it slowly!" Xiaolan grabbed her old father's wrist.

"What does it matter?"

"No means no!"

As the father and daughter were fighting over the strawberry, it fell from Uncle Maori's hand and rolled to the ground.

"..."

Lin Feng and Conan, two typical spectators, were just curious about who would get the strawberry.

"Meow~"

Two pure white claws stretched out from under the table, constantly hooking the strawberries that fell to the ground.

The strawberry was pushed from the left to the right, and a white Persian cat revealed its true face, having a great time.

"What does this cat want to do?" Uncle Maori changed the subject in time and asked while staring at the cat.

"Does it want to eat strawberries?" After seeing the beautiful cat, Xiaolan's anger was reduced by half.

“Probably just playing.”

"Brother Lin Feng, is this your cat?" Conan looked at the repairman.

"No, but this guy has been squatting at my feet for a long time. Judging from its condition, it should be able to sell for a good price."

Although Lin Feng is not very knowledgeable, he can still judge by the appearance and fur.

In short, if it's beautiful, it must be valuable... (End of this chapter)