The Conan World's Contribution Transcript

Chapter 75: Cleaning up the house again?
Ori Jing's eyes almost revealed the murderous intent. She used her eyes to signal the light bulb to get out of here and pulled Amuro behind her.

Matsuda's eyes narrowed when he saw that Amuro didn't resist at all, and he said deliberately: "You are immoral, come back to the police station with me!"

Ori Kagami gritted his back teeth and could only keep a gentle smile on his face: "Officer Matsuda, Mr. Amuro, obviously! You have something to say! You want to tell me."

"I don't care." Matsuda's eyes were scrutinizing her, and seemed to be scrutinizing other people through her. "You know what I want."

Zhi Jing raised his head slightly: "So you have to catch one today, right?"

This is natural.

Matsuda didn't avoid her gaze at all.

"You know what I want."

Either hand over Zhu Fu, or don't try to get rid of him easily.

On the roadside not far away, a black car stopped slowly and honked its horn briskly twice.

Zhi Jing glanced at the black car, a flash of dissatisfaction quickly flashed in his eyes, turned around and pushed away Amuro, who had an inexplicable smile on his face:
"Then just catch him."

what?
Amuro, who was almost sent to Matsuda's arms, looked back with surprise on his face.

"It's okay, Mr. Amuro, I just want to make a record. Cooperating with the police is the responsibility and obligation of every legal citizen."

Zhi Jing's eyes were gentle and he made a gesture with his hand.

procrastination.

Amuro understood, and subconsciously looked at the black car.

The windows of the black car were pitch black, especially in this night, and they couldn't see the people inside clearly. They could only be sure that this car had never appeared next to Zhi Jing before.

Amuro looked at the car with far-reaching eyes, but Ori Kagami had already stepped forward, and soon passed the driver's seat, and kicked the door that had just been opened tightly with a cold tone:

"Sit tight for me."

There was no further action in the car.

Zhi Jing put down her leg, stretched out her jade finger, her eyes were warning, her fingertips followed the window, followed her footsteps around to the front of the car, then to the passenger seat, opened the door, got on the passenger seat, and said: "Now that you have boarded this pirate ship of mine, you must sever ties with your previous ship."

"I had no intention of...contacting him."

Zhufu in the driver's seat lowered the brim of his black hat, looked forward again, and handed her a picture on his phone: "I'm here to report on my work."

Zhi Jing took the phone, looked at the obvious art work on it, and asked doubtfully: "What is this?"

Zhufu turned his head and looked out the car window at the two old friends who were pretending not to be familiar with each other, and replied: "You should be interested in the sunflowers from Van Gogh that will be auctioned in the United States in the next few days."

"My brother wants to take a picture of this? Since when did that kid like art works?" Zhi Jing turned off his phone, his eyes still full of doubts.

Zhu Fu's voice was still deep: "I sent you the address. You'd better go and see for yourself. I don't know what he wants to do specifically."

"If he wants it, I can just buy it for him." Zhi Jing put aside his doubts and suddenly asked nervously: "So which one did he get into? Gambling? Drugs? MLM? I will clean up the house as soon as you give the order."

You are really keen on cleaning up the house.

Zhu Fu still looked out the window and replied: "It's not a big deal. As long as you have a correct attitude, your sentence can be reduced."

After he said this, he realized that he seemed to have missed something, and behind him, there were several sounds of paper pulling, followed by sobbing bit by bit.

……

Not quite right.

Zhu Fu suddenly didn't dare to look back: "Wait a minute, aren't you crying?" Zhi Jing choked miserably: "But, but... he is the last law-abiding good citizen in our family. !”

Zhu Fu suddenly turned around and said sincerely: "What's going on with your parents? Tell me carefully, I'm very curious."

Zhi Jing blew his nose, looked at him with tears in his eyes, and asked:

"Tell me honestly, if he is caught, how many years will he be sentenced?"

Zhu Fu patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay, I'm not as long as you."

Zhi Jing's body twitched and she cried louder:
"He really has to be sentenced, ugh-"

"Why are you crying again?"

Zhu Fu was so frightened that he threw the paper in the car at her, covered his ears with his hands, and suggested in a low voice:

"Perhaps you have heard that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked?"

Damn it, crying again.

Zhi Jing was so aggrieved that she burst into tears and sobbed as she asked:

"Then how many years will my sentence be?"

Zhu Fu answered honestly: "If the lawyer performs normally, maybe ten years."

Zhi Jing wiped away her tears, feeling desolate in her heart: "Then didn't my brother start in nine years?"

No, what does this mean?
"Don't cry yet, let me understand your logic."

Zhi Jing didn't care about so many things. When he thought that the only innocent, cute, lively and cheerful child in the house would be locked up here with a group of big men who did evil and might be gay, tears fell in bursts: "My brother is still so young. , why is he going to die in his own hands?"

Zhu Fu said that this worry was completely unnecessary: ​​"Don't worry, according to this process, you will be killed in his hands earlier than him."

"Will he be bullied in prison?" Zhi Jing looked at Zhu Fu with tears in his eyes, and asked carefully and seriously: "Do I need to prepare some lubricant?"

Zhu Fu was completely confused: "Wait a minute!!!!"

? ? ? ?
Lubricant?
What nonsense are you talking about? ! ! ! ! ! !
Zhu Fu held her down and comforted her forcefully: "You have to think this way, as long as he is not caught, he will not go to jail."

As if she had just woken up from a big dream, Zhi Jing took out her phone and quickly swiped across the screen, her eyes gleaming, and her nails made a snapping sound on the screen:
"Book your tickets, book your tickets now! I will go to the United States tomorrow to capture him and give him a one-stop brainwashing education on socialist ideology and politics!!"

Good guy, Kuroha Orikami is crazy.

Zhu Fu sighed, but he handed the passport to Zhi Jing as expected, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, there are still a few days until the auction starts. If you need it, I can accompany you."

Zhi Jing slowly regained his composure, looked at Zhu Fu's former friend who was only separated by a car window, and decided:

"No, you stay."

Zhu Fu followed her gaze and asked leisurely: "Aren't you afraid that I will go to a party with my old friends?"

If Kaori Kaori could see it, he would find that Morofu's eyes did not stay on Matsuda, but looked at another person with nostalgia.

"You won't have time."

Zhi Jing rolled his eyes, as if he had never cried before.

"I have other tasks for you."

(End of this chapter)