"Look, Sister Xiaolan, what I said is true." Conan tried hard to raise his head, squeezed out his smiling face, holding the pistol found from the base of Pu Si Qinglan's thigh under the skirt of Pu Si, raised it up, as if he was paying tribute to the gods, waiting for a response piously and panic.

Maori Ran barely suppressed his anger, and when he looked at it, he was shocked. Unexpectedly, there was a pistol. Ura Si Qinglan looked like a beautiful and weak young lady, but who could have expected that there was such a big thing hidden under her skirt. It was too dangerous to think about it.

"I know, but even so, you are too much. You are a boy. How can you put your hand into a girl's skirt in public? If no evidence is found, you will be regarded as a pervert and no girl will like you in the future..."

Ran Maori didn't let Conan go easily because of this. Conan is still young now, so if he doesn't educate him well, God knows what kind of person he will become in the future.

The child's parents are not around, so he can only take on this responsibility himself. If he becomes a scumbag in the future, he will definitely feel guilty and regretful.

While thinking this, Ran Mori grabbed Conan's ear and walked back. Seeing this, Officer Meguru hurriedly stepped forward and took back the evidence - a pistol from Conan's hand, and then allowed Conan to be dragged away by his ears with a scream.

Officer Memu coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and began to question Pu Siqinglan.

"What else do you want..."

Officer Megu couldn't say it halfway. After taking the pistol, Conan didn't know if he had blocked his cheongsam back to his original position. It's really...

"Do you have anything else to explain?" Officer Memu asked, looking out of the hall with his face.

"Hmph, how did you find out that I am Shi Kaobing? Even if I lied to be a Chinese, you shouldn't find out my identity directly, right?" Pu Siqinglan ignored this old police officer who was pretending to be shy, but asked Gu Shuiquan.

"…I'm going to ask you this."

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Pu Siqinglan raised her head with difficulty and looked at Gu Shuiquan. When she moved, the cheongsam on her body became even more ragged.

Seeing this, Suzuki Yuanko hurriedly held Tani Mizumizumi's head with both hands and forcibly turned his face to the side so that he would not continue to look.

"Why do you all like to mess up your names and rearrange them? Did you commit a teenager's crime?"

Suzuki Yuanko's actions did not disrupt Tani Mizumizu's thinking, and he still said in a steady tone.

"The monster thief Kid once had the pseudonym Doi Tukshu, and the latter was just the former. The name Pusi Qinglan you used was also rearranged by Raspqin, so, why do you ask me before, why do you have to play such a word game?"

Pu Siqinglan bit her lip, turned her head, and said nothing.

"Raspchin? What does it mean?" Officer Memu asked in confusion.

"The demon monk Raspqin, who was the culprit in the demise of the Romanov dynasty. He once held the Tsarist Russian regime and was later killed by his royal relative, Duke Ossi. His body was finally found in the river, his skull was sunken, and one of his eyes was dug out." The art dealer said as he watched the excitement and joked.

"Hmph." Pu Siqinglan snorted coldly, too lazy to look at this guy with a vulgar appearance.

"I care so much about Raspqin, and even the pseudonym must be disrupted and rearranged with his name. I also call myself a research expert in the Romanov dynasty. She probably has a blood relationship with that demon monk."

The art dealer couldn't help but become sarcastic when she saw that she was still so arrogant.

"Raspchin was dug up by someone, so you are obsessed with sniping other people's right eyes, and you also specialize in stealing the treasures of the Romanov dynasty. Sure enough, like your ancestors, they are all inferior thieves. But your ancestors were at least stealing power and country. When it was your turn, they would only do something to steal, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"Those things should have belonged to my ancestors, and he and the emperor were close friends, which was what he deserved!" Pu Siqinglan glanced at the art dealer coldly.

Gu Shuiquan thought about the logic inside carefully and found that he really couldn't understand it.

The ancestors and the emperor were close friends, so the emperor's treasures should be given to Raspqin.

The ancestors are very famous. Although they are notorious, since they are famous, they must inherit the name. Even if there is a risk, they must be used. At most, they must be rearranged the names of the ancestors.

Carrying photos of your ancestors with you is very risky, even if you want to take photos, you have to place them in the room openly. It is still in the room of someone else's cruise line. If you accidentally find a photo by photographer Han Chuanlong, you will kill him.

The treasures of the Romanov dynasty are scattered all over the world, so we will regain the treasures that "should be" of our ancestors one by one, and we must also kill and rob.

If an ancestor is dug up his right eye, then he will snipe someone else's right eye. What? The other party is not the one who dug up his right eye? What does that matter? It's just that we need to commemorate our ancestors in this way.

Sniping only the right eye requires superb sniping skills and taking greater risks. It doesn’t matter. If you don’t know how to practice, you can practice until you can. So what if you have risks, this is a must.

Maybe it is blocked by a detective's bulletproof lens? Just kidding, there is no such unscientific thing, even if there is one, you have to do it like this.

I am worried every day, wandering on the brink of death, running around, stealing treasures, and collecting them, and I cannot sell things that "belong" to my ancestors. What's the point of suffering?

Such a famous ancestor must inherit his mantle.

If everyone thinks this way in China, there are probably few normal people. If you trace back thousands of years, who has no famous ancestor yet...

"Since that's the case, if you don't have a more reasonable explanation, we can only arrest you first. Miss Pu Si Qinglan, is that okay?"

Seeing this, Officer Mumu hurriedly entered the normal process. Pu Siqinglan did not speak, which was equivalent to acquiesce. Officer Mumu asked the police to find a blanket for her to cover her first, and then took her away.

"Brother Gu, thanks to you this time, you can catch an international thief like Shi Kaobing while the monster thief Kid is disrupting the situation. It's amazing."

"You're welcome." Gu Shuiquan nodded slightly.

"Takagi, Takagi, where have you been?" Officer Megu shouted strangely. He obviously brought Takagi together, why did the person disappear?

"Police Department, Officer Takagi has just been attacked by the thief Kid." A police officer quickly stood attentively and saluted.

"Ah! What? Someone was calling for the monster Kid to kill someone just now. Could it be that Takagi..." Police Officer Memu suddenly looked heartbroken, "He is still so young..."

"It's not like that. Police Department, Officer Takagi just fell into a coma. After the doctor's examination, he was just under anesthetics and other things. He was unable to wake him up for the time being. We had to place him in the guest room first and wait for him to wake up."

"..." Officer Memu's expression stopped. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and secretly wiped the tears. Then he raised his face and said seriously, "Remember to speak completely in the future. Don't miss the key points. As a policeman, this is a very important ability. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!