Ke Xue: There is nothing wrong with my love standards!

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Yukiko kept bowing and apologizing.

Although Kitahara Xiayu couldn't see this scene, he still felt Yukiko's sincerity through the phone.

"Mrs. Edogawa, please don't let Conan bring valuables like this to school again. It will be troublesome if they are lost."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely punish Conan severely when I get home and let him go to school properly." Yukiko said with a smile.

Shinichi, that brat, must have itchy skin.

The teacher called me every three days. I really thought I was still in the United States and would make your butt bloom when I got back!

"But...my husband called Conan?" Yukiko asked tentatively.

She already had some guesses in her mind, but she still wanted to know the accurate answer from Kitahara Xiayu.

Hearing this, Kitahara Xiayu said with a smile: "I know this. Your husband said that you and I had a quarrel. You ran away from home and were nowhere to be found. Even your phone number couldn't be reached, so I called to ask about Conan. ”

"Later, I had a phone call with your husband. He asked me, if I know your location, please tell him."

"do not want!"

Hearing this, Yukiko blurted out.

She doesn't want to see Kudo Yusaku now, not at all.

"Okay, since Mrs. Edogawa requested it, I will naturally not reveal your location."

He is the most notorious person. If the person concerned doesn't let him speak, he will naturally not speak out.

"But Mrs. Edogawa, you still need to come to school and take your phone away."

"A mobile phone is a valuable item, and it is never good to leave it in my hands." Kitahara Xiayu said.

Yukiko said: "Tomorrow, I'm free tomorrow, I wonder if that's okay?"

"No problem, Mrs. Edogawa, you can call me when you come over tomorrow." Kitahara Xiayu smiled.

"Okay, no problem."

Kitahara Xiayu responded, hung up the phone, and was in a good mood.

"Conan."

"Have!"

"Have you finished cleaning?"

"not yet!"

"Hurry up."

"Yes!"

At this time, Yukiko and Chris had already taken a taxi to the Rice Flower Hotel.

"Yukiko, who called you just now?" Chris asked.

Hearing this, Yukiko did not panic, as usual: "It was a call from my distant relative, saying that there was a problem at home, but it was nothing serious."

"That's it"

Distant relatives, she knew very well that Yukiko did not have any distant relatives, this was a lie.

But she is not ready to reveal it, everyone has their own secrets.

Of course Yukiko didn't say anything, so she could just investigate on her own.

Let’s check Yukiko’s communication records first!

Chapter 41 Old tradition, empty the magazine! (Seeking for further reading)

Interpol Division, New York, USA.

Fergus, who was flipping through the files, twisted his stiff neck, glanced out the window, and couldn't help but be stunned: "It's already so late."

"Everyone else has already got off work. We will look at the remaining files tomorrow."

Fergus stretched out, put the documents on the desk into his drawer, locked it, left his desk, and turned off the light.

Then, the entire office area fell into darkness.

Soon.

Fergus drove his car away from the Interpol branch building and headed towards his home.

But it wasn't long before he ran into trouble.

Several heavily armed police officers appeared in front of him, signaling him to pull over.

Seeing this scene, Fergus was a little depressed, even annoyed, but he was helpless and even somewhat used to it.

Because of his skin color, he was often discriminated against and made things difficult for him by some people.

Among them were New York City police officers.

Fergus didn't say anything. He parked the car on the side of the road skillfully, rolled down the window, and raised his hands.

"Hey, we're doing a routine inspection, take out your driver's license."

A policeman wearing sunglasses and his right hand always on his pistol walked over.

In addition, there were three police officers standing around the car, all moving in the same way.

No wonder they are so cautious, the environment in the United States is really not very good, so they can only feel wronged by these big brothers.

"OK."

Fergus glanced at the policeman and reached out to take out his driver's license from the car drawer.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Suddenly, the police outside the car window took out their pistols, turned off the safety, and pointed the black muzzles at him.

Fergus was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat. He immediately took his hand back and raised it again: "Hey! Don't get angry. I'm not a criminal. I'm an Interpol police officer. I'm one of my own."

Although he is not a New York City police officer, he is Interpol.

Rounding it all off, he is one of his own.

And he was really afraid that these guys' pistols might go off.

"One of our own?"

The four policemen looked at each other and didn't believe Fergus's nonsense at all.

The New York police have suffered a lot. I don’t know how many of their colleagues have been killed by these cotton growers.

So they have to be cautious.

"It's true. I have an Interpol ID and a driver's license on me." Fergus did not act rashly.

He would not move without permission from the police.

Otherwise, you will easily be shot to death. These are bloody lessons.

"OK, stretch your hand out slowly and don't do anything unnecessary." the New York policeman warned.

Fergus nodded and slowly reached into his jacket pocket, but did not find his Interpol ID.

He subconsciously touched his pants pocket.

If you put it elsewhere, there's no problem.

But he forgot one important thing. This is New York, this is the United States, and his ancestors grew cotton.

In this situation and background, it is a fatal problem for him to reach over his waist to pick up something.

What's more, Fergus is really an Interpol, and an Interpol with a gun.

so.

"This guy has a gun!"

I don't know which policeman shouted, and then there was a series of gunshots.

bang bang bang bang bang bang

Bullets were shot into Fergus's chest one after another, and his upper body was beaten into a sieve. It didn't stop until the magazine was emptied.

After hearing the gunfire, passers-by and passing vehicles were frightened. The driver and passengers lay inside the car and did not dare to move. Passers-by began to look for cover.

"Jack!"

one of the policemen yelled.

Jack nodded, replaced the magazine, walked over with the gun, opened the car door, and checked Fergus's injuries and the gun on his body.

"Captain, he's dead, and he has a gun, no Interpol ID, and the driver's license is in the car." Jack shouted.

Hearing this, the captain nodded and motioned to another police officer: "Search his car."

"Yes!"

Subsequently, police found a bag of white powder in Fergus' car.

Soon after, police cars roared up.

Didan Primary School.

Kitahara Xia Yu stood at the school gate and looked at Conan beside him.

"Conan, do you need me to take you back?"

Hearing this, Conan immediately shook his head and refused without hesitation: "No, I can just go back by myself. See you Mr. Kitahara."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan ran wildly.

If he could, he never wanted to see Kitahara Natsuyu again. Nothing good would happen to him as long as he met Kitahara Natsuyu.

And every time it was him who was unlucky.

He felt that Kitahara Xiayu was his nemesis.

If he could, he never wanted to see Kitahara Xiayu in his life, but he couldn't do it unless his body returned to its original state so that he could avoid him.

You can't afford to offend, but you can afford to hide.

Kitahara Xiayu looked at Conan's fleeing back and smiled brightly: "Conan, don't forget to do your homework and copy the school rules ten times. I will check them tomorrow."

Conan, who had not run far, almost fell down when he heard this.

This guy is a devil!

Seeing Conan disappear from sight, Kitahara Xiayu turned and left.

"Hey! I am such a good and responsible teacher."

"Go to the supermarket near the apartment to buy some groceries first, and then go home."

"But what would you like to eat today?"

What to eat at night is one of the three major decisions in life.

It really makes people bald.

"How about sending a text message to ask Xiaozi?"

Kitahara Xiayu has always been a man of action, so he immediately handed over ten dish names and asked her to choose three from them.

then

Huangzi: [Are you a devil? ! 】