I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 329 Said a lot, I didn't understand a single word
Cuntou Henggou was stunned for a moment, looking at the note in Conan's hand, he hesitated for a while, and finally took the note.

"Thank you, Mr. Mori, for me."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and opened the car door, then started the car and drove towards the way he came.

Seeing this, Conan turned around and prepared to go back to the ward.

Cuntou Henggou drove out of the hospital gate, and stopped directly by the side of the road.

He picked up the note that had just been placed on the co-pilot's seat, looked at the words on it, his eyes were slightly solemn.

Before he finished watching, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the police officers who were still at the scene: "Protect me at the scene, and those three people must not be let go, especially the director Iso Kaizo."

"How is Xiaolan?"

Conan gently pushed open the door of the ward, and walked in lightly.

Uncle Mao Li went to register to pay and so on, so he was not in the ward.

"Xiaolan has a severe fever. The doctor said it was due to the weakened immunity caused by overwork, and the recent cold air."

Guangyou looked at him lying on the bed and taking an IV, his brows had already been stretched, and his soft and beautiful face was a little sickly pale.

But this still didn't affect her soft and beautiful face. She was breathing shallowly, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, as if thinking of something happy.

"It feels like she's dreaming of something very happy."

Conan looked at Xiaolan's exquisite sleeping face, his eyes gradually softened.

"She must have dreamed about you."

Guangyou was still a little unaccustomed to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, he frowned slightly, just about to get out of bed, but stopped abruptly after realizing the current situation.

Sitting on a chair beside him, he glanced at Conan with envy in his eyes: "Why did Xiaolan fall in love with you?"

"Not convinced? And you also have Huiyuan."

Conan rolled his eyes at Guangyou angrily, as if you were going to bite me for dissatisfaction.

Guangyou smirked cheerfully, then got serious, and said mysteriously: "The thing Xiaolan dreamed about is a very important thing in your life, and you have changed a person because of this thing."

"Who?"

A series of pictures appeared in Conan's mind, but they were all the scenes of murders and bickering with Xiaolan.

Shaking his head, his eyes were full of doubts, he looked at Guangyou, and asked, "Who are you talking about? I have no impression at all."

"You won't know, and I won't tell you."

The corner of Guangyou's mouth curled up, and he glanced at Conan, "But that person knows you quite well."

Conan frantically grabbed his hair and turned his hair into a bird's nest: "Damn, if you didn't tell me, why did you tell me!"

Guangyou blinked, with a smile on his face, and said solemnly: "I just like to see your expression of wanting to kill me but not being able to kill me."

"Snapped!"

Conan's hand directly patted his own head, "I swear, if it wasn't that I couldn't beat you, and Xiaolan was still resting, I would definitely hit you on the ground."

His cruel words were useless, Guangyou just smiled.

"How is Xiaolan now?"

Uncle Mao Li paid the money and opened the door and walked in, his eyes were full of worry, but there was no trace of it on his face.

Guangyou replied: "Sister Xiaolan should wake up soon."

"Well, I can take Xiaolan home tomorrow, and then Xiaolan won't go to school this week, take a good rest, and I'll ask the teacher for leave later."

Uncle Mao Li nodded, he just stood like this, and he didn't want Guangyou to give up his seat: "Do you two want to eat? I'll go outside and buy some."

This happened just now when I didn't eat well in the restaurant.

"No, I'm quite full."

What Guangyou said was the truth, he knew something was going to happen, so he ate more on purpose.

Conan shook his head: "I don't need it either."

"Okay, you guys take a look at Xiaolan here, I'm going to eat something, and buy some porridge by the way."

Uncle Mao Li is usually quite sloppy, but he is quite careful when it comes to family matters.

"Ok."

Uncle Mao Li drank a bowl of porridge in a small restaurant next to the hospital. The taste was a little bland, but it was nutritious, and it was just right for the ill Xiaolan to recover her strength.

"Boss, help me make another lean meat porridge and pack it up."

"Jingle bell~"

As soon as he finished talking to the boss, his phone rang.

After pressing the answer button, Cuntou Henggou's voice came over.

"Mr. Maori, thank you for your help, we can solve the case."

Hearing his thanks, Uncle Mao Li was confused and scratched his head: "Officer Henggou, what did you say?"

"I admit that I have underestimated you a little bit, but my view of detectives as a whole will not change. Moreover, I will prove that our police do not necessarily need detectives to solve cases!"

Cuntou Henggou's voice was full of firmness.

Now, Uncle Mao Li was even more confused.

"Officer Henggou, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"I understand, Mr. Maori, you don't want credit. Your selfless spirit should be worth learning from everyone."

Cuntou Henggou's voice could not hear any emotional fluctuations, "Mr. Mao Li, next time I solve a case, I will never lose to you."

After saying this, Cun Tou Henggou hung up the phone.

Uncle Maori was left standing stupidly in the brightly lit shop.

"What did he say? I didn't understand a single word."

Uncle Mao Li blinked, his eyes were full of bewilderment, and there was some melancholy, "Could it be that I can tell them to solve the case while I'm standing?"

"Guest, your porridge, go all the way."

In the midst of wild thoughts, the owner of the porridge shop handed the packaged porridge to Uncle Mao Li.

"Oh, it's money."

Uncle Mao Li took out the porridge money from his pocket and handed it to the owner of the porridge shop, took the porridge, turned and left.

"But it doesn't make sense? I don't even ask him what he meant by what he said."

"There's no need...for a reason to save people..."

When Uncle Mao Li opened the door, he heard Xiao Lan whispering these words in his mouth lying on the bed.

"What is Xiaolan talking about?"

Uncle Mao Li was stunned, pointing at Xiaolan, looking at Conan and Guangyou with doubts on his face.

Both Guangyou and Conan shook their heads in a daze.

Uncle Mao Li curled his lips: "Really, why can't I understand everyone speaking tonight?"

"Anyone else?"

Guangyou frowned and blinked.

"The Henggou police officer called just now and said that I will help solve the case, but I obviously didn't do anything, and watched the scene for a long time."

After listening to Uncle Mori's explanation, Guangyou suddenly turned his head to look at Conan who was holding back his laughter.

You don't need to think about it to know that it was Conan's handwriting. It was definitely Conan who used the name of Uncle Maori to solve the case.

Not to be outdone, Conan stared back, then stretched out his hand and gently placed Xiaolan's forehead.

After feeling the temperature from his forehead subside, a reassuring smile appeared on Conan's face.

At this moment, Xiao Lan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then her eyes slowly opened to reveal jewel-like pupils.

Such a close distance made Conan a little embarrassed, and a blush appeared on his face.

"Xiao Lan, you finally woke up!"

The daze on Uncle Mao Li's face disappeared, and he said with concern, "The doctor said that you caught a cold and had a fever this time because you were too tired. In the future, you don't want to run back and forth in the schoolwork club. If your body is damaged, you will be fine."

Feeling the concern in the words, Xiaolan nodded, "Yeah."

Uncle Mao Li lowered his head slightly, looked at Xiao Lan, and asked suspiciously: "Speaking of which, what do you mean by saving people without a reason?"

(End of this chapter)