Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

The one who pulled him to collect and analyze experimental data for a whole night.

I don’t usually talk much. The three brats of Five Hundred Words asked her to go out to play, but she basically refused.

At most, we go home together after school. This is probably just because I was on the way.

As a result, a person like this spends half a day buying a sweater there?

An hour and a half has passed.

When Uncle Maori called Lan, Conan acquiesced that Haibara should have picked out clothes and gone back.

Who would have thought that in the end, Lan called over the phone, 'Xiao Ai is here too. ’

To be honest, when he heard this sentence, Conan's first reaction was that he heard it wrong, and his second reaction was a little panic.

He felt that this was not Haiyuan, at least not the Huiyuan he was familiar with.

But a stranger wearing gray leather.

Crossing the sidewalk and walking to this side of the road, Conan said loudly, "Uncle, tell me if you want to give Brother Ren a call."

"Hmm? Invite him to come over for dinner? That's not impossible. But does Aren like macaroni?"

"Probably, there's nothing he doesn't like to eat." Conan replied, "It's not that I asked him to come to eat, but I told him that Haiyuan was picking out a sweater for him."

"hiss."

Mao Li took a breath of air-conditioning and then stopped. This air conditioner is a bit too cold.

Then he stopped, looked Conan up and down, and said nothing for a long time.

"Uncle, why do you look at me like this?"

"Because I feel like I won't be able to see you soon." Maoli stretched out his hand from his pocket, then pulled Conan's hand out of his pocket and asked, "Do you think it's cold in this weather?"

"cold."

"It's just cold. Believe it or not, if you had told Ren about this in advance, your life's fire would have been colder than this weather."

"Forehead."

Mao Li put down Conan's hand, patted his shoulder, and said seriously, "Never underestimate a woman. No matter how old she is."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 258 Suspect

After imparting his life experience to Conan, Maori turned to look forward and saw a beautiful and frozen woman walking out of the phone booth and walking slowly forward.

Blonde hair, platform boots, short skirt.

It was a very familiar scene.

Just changed the time, place, and characters.

Unlike Lu Ren, Mao Li looked straight at her immediately. When he came to his senses again, the blond woman had already walked away.

At Conan's reminder, Maoli picked up the pen that fell in the phone booth, ran up quickly, put a hand on the woman's shoulder, "Beauty, you dropped something."

then

By the time Maori regained consciousness, he had fallen to the ground on his back, and his arm was tightly strangled by the blond woman in a position that was not ambiguous but painful enough.

Then, three big men sprang out from different corners and pounced on Maoli.

"Don't move. You have no way to retreat. We will capture you immediately."

Familiar words came to my ears.

It's just that Maoli never thought that these words would be used on him one day.

Of course, there was another sentence that he was not familiar with and didn't quite understand.

"I let you run away last night, and now I've caught you. Let's see how you can run away again!"

But one thing is clear about gross profit.

That is--

His waist, arms, back, and the back of his head all ached.

Because his head was pressed to the ground, his forehead and lips came into close enough but not friendly contact with the ground.

A hot pain immediately came from my forehead, and the smell of rust and a bit of earthy smell filled my mouth.

His forehead was broken, his lips were also broken, and his tongue was bitten due to a bump. I don’t know whether it was broken or not.

In short, Mauli was confused.

Conan, who was not far away, was not confused. He was stunned for a moment and then quickly realized what was going on.

He trotted to Maoli and sighed, "Uncle, you are right, you really can't underestimate any woman."

"Kids, please leave immediately! It's very dangerous here!" As he said that, his old acquaintance Mu Mu was about to reach out to drive Conan away, and then said, "Hey, Conan? That one..."

Memu half-bent down with great effort, and squinted at the middle-aged man who was pinned down on the ground, "Brother Maori?!"

"Well, it's me."

"Quick, quick, let go, let go, you have arrested the wrong person."

Half an hour later, several people were sitting in the macaroni restaurant.

In this situation, there is definitely no way to eat.

One is that I have no appetite.

Second, it is impossible to eat.

In the previous half hour, Maori had been cleaning the injuries on his face and hands, washing away the gravel and ash from the wounds, and then disinfected and bandaged them with medicine.

Because most of the injuries were caused by Sato, the blond woman from before.

This also made her feel very guilty, and she offered to help Mauli and treat his injuries.

Maoli immediately refused and said he would do it himself.

The previous scene really left him with lingering fears.

While Maori was tending to the injury, he was throbbing in pain. I thought to myself that Officer Sato was really ruthless.

The scratches are obvious, not to mention the bumps and bruises that are difficult to verify now.

It felt like I had taken off my clothes and there must have been a lot of black and blue all over my body.

this.

Ugh.

Mao Li sighed. Prisoners who usually fell into Sato's hands were really unlucky.

After treating his injuries, Maori looked in the mirror and found that he had successfully wrapped himself like a mummy, with a circle of gauze on his forehead and a circle of gauze on each wrist.

He looked like a patient who had just committed suicide by cutting his wrists and was rescued.

Heartache plus one plus one plus one.

Mao Li left the hotel bathroom, refused the help of the kind waiter, walked slowly to Memu's table, and sat down next to Conan.

A table with Megure Takagi sitting on one side. Mori Sato was on the other side, and a child's seat was added between them, allowing Conan to sit dangling on it.

After adjusting his sitting position and sitting firmly in a position that would not touch the injury as much as possible, Maori said in a loud voice, "Tell me, what is going on?"

Maoli was stunned for a moment after looking at this honorable display. Then he came back to his senses and quickly replied, "That's right. We are setting up an ambush to catch the suspect who beats the woman."

"That's it." Mao Li nodded, then realized something was wrong, "I saw the news this morning. Isn't the height of the prisoner you announced about 1.5 meters? Then why did you arrest me? You can tell by looking at my height, I'm sure He can’t be a gangster.”

As soon as these words came out, the three police officers present fell silent.

After a while, Takagi, who was sitting opposite, smiled and said, "Because Mr. Mori, the way you approached Officer Sato earlier was really a little..."

"I don't see any good intentions." Mu Mu took it.

Sato also smiled apologetically, "Even I feel a little dangerous."

gross profit,"."

The scene fell silent again.

"Actually, there is one more thing." Seeing Maori's depressed look, Sato felt a little sorry, "We set up an ambush last night to arrest a person who is similar in size to you, Mr. Maori. It's just..."

"Huh?" Maoli pricked up his ears.

"Failed." Megumi sighed.

"I don't know how he escaped." Sato added, "I was walking towards him, but I was stunned and the others were gone."

"That's it." Maori replied, and at this moment he suddenly discovered that Memu and Takagi were also injured on their faces.

It's not as serious as him and doesn't need bandaging, but it can be considered disfigured and disgraced.

And from the looks of it, it was only recently made.

这 是

"What did that person do? He was considered a dangerous person by you. Like me?" Maoli temporarily suppressed his thoughts and asked aloud.

"That's not the case. He mainly..." Memu thought for a while and looked at Takagi. "What's the main thing? I can't remember clearly."

Takagi also looked troubled. He suddenly realized at this moment that if Officer Sato hadn't mentioned this, he would have almost forgotten it.

All the impressions I should have are blurred.

It's like this never happened.

"I still remember." Seeing that his colleagues were silent, Sato replied, "That man was wearing a black windbreaker."

Conan suddenly raised his head and asked hurriedly, "Sister Miwako, does that person have long hair?"

"No." Sato was unsure, "It should be short hair. It was too dark at the time, so I couldn't see clearly."

"Oh."

That's fine.

"Ignore this brat. Mei, Officer Sato, please continue."

"Well. It was already late at night. The man looked around and then turned into an alley. The light bulb in that alley was broken. The whole alley was dark. Normally no one would pass by. This is It caught our attention.”

Yeah.

Megure and Takagi on the other side nodded in unison.

"But we didn't pay much attention to it at the time. After all, the prisoner's height was there. We just wanted to go over and have a look. We saw the result."

"Just saw it?"

"The man was counting money there. Whether he counted two or three, he first burned it in his hand, and then when it was more than half burned, he let go of his hand and let the money float to the ground."

Sato clapped his fingers, "Late at night, alone, in a dark alley, and burning money. This is too suspicious."

Conan looked up again.

Why do you feel like this person is Lu Ren?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 259 Secret

Everything else is easy.

But the characteristic of burning money is too obvious.

Conan remembered the first time he watched Lu Ren burn paper money.

He also mistook the Ming coins in Lu Ren's hands for banknotes.

It's really confusing.

There are no lights in the alley, so the police are more likely to make a mistake.