"Hey? Looks exactly the same!"

The next day, in the coffee shop, Yuanzi grabbed someone's face and looked surprised.

Chen Xing's cold face, which was often used to be, was pulled out of red marks by his white and tender hands, and gradually became hot and hot.

But this is enough to show how shocked Yuanzi was at this moment. Some people looked exactly the same as her family Chenxing. This is simply sensational and violated the rules!

She doesn't believe it.

But the person who came to Chen Xing to verify was Ran Maori. Of course, Yuanzi believed her words, and she had no reason to joke about such things.

"So, the person who appeared in the guild yesterday wasn't you?" Maori Ran hesitated.

After all, at the end, she also stepped forward and asked the person about the name "angel".

"How could there be someone who looks exactly the same?" Chen Xing took Yuanzi's hand away and carefully rubbed her cheeks.

"But..." Ran Mori looked at him, wanting to speak but stopping.

Seeing that her best friend was like this, Yuanzi felt aroused and immediately said carelessly: "Maybe it was the thief Kid."

Ran Maori looked in confusion.

Yuanzi said seriously: "Maybe the monster thief has targeted Uncle Jiroji again, and this time his trick is to pretend to be Chenxiong and invade directly from the inside!"

Amuro came over with juice. He couldn't help but admire her imagination when he heard this, "So he disguised himself as the boss yesterday, just to try our reaction?"

"That's right, if we can't even find out, he can sweep the Suzuki Museum without realizing it!" Yuanzi stroked her forehead, like a deep detective, "Who made Chen Xing have no friends? That guy calculated this and thought it would be enough to hide it from us."

Chen Xing's lips moved. The young lady has always been like this. She can always show extraordinary intelligence in some strange places.

(At the right time, I had been honest for a while, and the Hei Yu Kuidou, who was in class, sneezes.)

Having said that, Ran Maori was wondering how to explain the name "angel"?

"It's the boss." Amuro said with a smile: "Besides, with such a handsome face as the boss, I'm afraid there's no second one in the world."

Although he knew that he was lying for Belmode, Chen Xing was still very helpful. After all, what he said at this time was about the truth.

"That's right." Yuanzi agreed.

--Whether it is handsome or clean temperament, it is not something that a second person can have. Even if it is disguised, it is impossible to be so similar. So yesterday and today are clearly the same talent.

Her confidence comes from her familiarity with Chen Xing.

"Is that true?" Moriran clenched his fingers, and for a moment he was a little confused about the situation in front of him.

"Since the boss admits that it is him, there is no need to worry anymore." Amuro smiled and pushed the juice in front of everyone.

Yuanzi drooped her shoulders, and so, Chen Xing admitted it at the beginning, what possibility was he talking nonsense?

"Sorry, I might be really wrong." Ran Mori apologized.

Chen Xing took a sip of juice, so sometimes it can be a very simple thing, so why do you have to make it complicated? It's about Belmode. What did she do with her own appearance?

Conan kept reducing his presence and watching his reaction with Toru Amuro.

There is no doubt that Absinthe went to inquire about the news, which means that the organization also cared about the code of asaca and rum left by Hiroshi Haneda before his death 17 years ago.

As for Chen Xing, it is obviously impossible to say that Belmode disguised himself as he did without his knowledge. In other words, there is still a connection between the two of them.

What is that unknown relationship?

"Conan, Conan?" Just as he was thinking, Ran Mori's voice came from his ears.

"Sister Xiaolan?" Conan immediately came back to his senses.

"Mr. Amuro's freshly squeezed juice will be something you can try," said Ran Mori.

"Okay~" Conan smiled.

Amuro looked at him and knew that this kid must have been doubting something again just now.

I have to say that Belmode's unpredictable thoughts and this suspicious little devil have become increasingly difficult for him, the old undercover agent.

If you are always suspicious and always be alert, you will be very tired.

I was sighing in my heart, and there was a glass of orange juice in front of me.

Amuro subconsciously looked over, and Chen Xing tilted his head and said, "It tastes pretty good."

I originally squeezed it. Although Toru Amuro wanted to say this for no reason, fortunately, he didn't blurt out.

He took a sip and it was cool, sweet and sour, and it was really delicious.

At this time, Azusa Kasumoto came over with desserts, "When I was out buying ingredients just now, I saw two strange people walking into the detective office."

"Two strange people?" Conan's hand holding the straw hard and his face changed.

At this moment, he inevitably thought of gin and vodka, and his heart that had just been relieved suddenly became hung again.

"Are those two people dressed in black?" he said anxiously.

When Amuro looked at him, it was not difficult to guess that this little ghost might have thought of something strange again.

Chen Xing knew that the primary school students started to scare themselves again.

Azusa Komoto said: "It's just a couple dressed up. The boy's skin color is darker, probably similar to Mr. Amuro."

"The skin tone is dark?" Conan's expression was stunned.

Azusa Tomoto recalled: "They seem to be talking about something strange, saying how the towels are like."

"Towel?" Conan was sure that such a reckless mind would probably not be the guys in the organization.

Chen Xing had a guess candidate in his heart.

...

"I'm not talking about towels, they're buried gold!"

In Maori Detective Office, Hattori Heiji bared his teeth and smiled.

Chen Xing and Conan looked at each other: It was indeed this guy.

He Ye smiled and said, "There is a man who claims to be the village chief of Suri Village. He sent a letter to Heiji, which said that I found a clue about the gold burying in Tokugawa's family. Please help dig it out. We thought that the opportunity was rare, so we simply invited Xiaolan's father to go with us."

Over there, Kogoro Mori, who was sitting in the boss's chair reading the newspaper, shook the ashes and snorted coldly, "I won't go. After all, even if it is really the gold buried by the Tokugawa family, it will almost be collected into the treasury in the end."

"Then I won't count the uncle in." Hattori Heiji reminded.

Maori Kogoro responded coolly.

Afterwards, it was decided that Ran Mori would take Conan to go with him. Yuanko was not very interested in gold, and Keiyuki was grabbed by Hattori Heiji.

"As an iron triangle, you can't lose your chain."

“The store is very busy.”

“Aren’t there any waiters?”

"I'm afraid he's lazy."

"Then lay off employees!"

“…”

Chen Xing felt that this sentence might have been heard by Amuro.

Seeing Hattori Heiji so earnest, Conan said with great experience: "I think there must be something else in it."

Of course, the Black Skin Detective will not admit it.

Conan curled his lips, "When it comes to the gold buried in Tokugawa, it is in Gunma Akagi Mountain. If something happens again, you won't be with that confused police officer..."

He didn't finish his words, but it was enough to remind the other two people in the Iron Triangle beside him of Yamamura Cao.

After all, they have all experienced the abilities of this confused policeman. When it comes to jokes during the on-site investigation, they are much better than the Maori detective.
Chapter completed!