Conan's Organization No. 3

"White Emperor!"

Maori Xiaoyura is shouting, some can't believe it.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind,

I saw Mr. Mao Mao standing at the door of the room, looking at the handle of the door, taking the way to turn the way.

"You see, the door has been specially designed, and it will take a needle from the housing. That is to say, when you enter the Tibet location to the computer, when you want to leave the room, you will hold the door. Therefore, the poison is killed. "

"but,"

Maori Xiaomei couldn't help but looked at the white emperor on the eye, and his face was gloomy.

"Where is this murderer?"

"Hey!"

When Mao Li Xiao Lang suddenly glad, it could not help but slowly look at Mr. Mao Mu,

"You don't have to install it."

Mr. Mao Mao slowly transferred, staring at Mao Li Xiaolang, slamming the pistol in his hand, suddenly scared a big jump in Maori Xiaogiro.

"If these traps are designed by the white emperor, it is absolutely not possible. Your daughter also has a maid and the small spring red son being stunned in the bathroom.

If the gun is just a scorpion, people who can kill people will only have you. "

"Hello. Mr. Mao Zhuang is really -"

Maori Xiao Giro is not allowed to take a step, close to the wall to raise your hands.

"If things are not what I did,"

Mr. Mammu is a sink,

"!"

When Jin Chengcheng's poppet suddenly fell to the ground, a crisp sound was issued.

"That is only you."

"Hey ..."

Maori Xiaoyu grangted his bloody hut, slowly lying on the ground.

"Humph!"

Mr. Mao Mao is proud,

"You can't blame me, this is all God, and the sleepy little fry."

After that, Mr. Mao Mu took out a smoke in his mouth, just took out the firewall to ignite.

"..."

The slender white smoke rises.

Mr. Mao Mu's face suddenly changed, and the hand of the cigarette did not live trembled, drop the cigarette.

"Uh..."

Mr. Mu Mao stretched his hands and grabbed his neck, constantly Zhang Hengba, and if you want to say something, you can't say it.

"boom!"

Mr. Mammu just supports the back of the seat, and suddenly the body is soft.

"This, how is this possible?"

Although Mr. Mammu is unbelievable, it is finally unable to fall on the ground.

...

In a dim room, deep black shadows sat in front of a row of screens, see the picture in the room couldn't help but low,

"Sure enough, I found so many detectives or I can't solve it?"

The black shadow is weakly leaning on the back of the chair.

Be

"!"

The picture in front of the black shadow suddenly suddenly.

"How? How to? Video Video?

The black shadow was surprised, and the computer next to it made a strange sound.