Haibara Ai held his arms and looked at him.

"You are saying 'Because life without a case is too boring, you can only use 7% cocaine to get yourself excited.'?"

"Yes, that's it." Conan maintained a strange position and nodded with difficulty.

"What? Do you still want to learn from Sherlock Holmes to use cocaine to get excitement?" Haibara Ai raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone became a little dangerous.

Conan quickly sat up and waved his hand.

"No, I just said I could experience this boring feeling, and I didn't say I wanted to use that kind of thing."

"Is that true?" Haibara Ai pulled the corner of his mouth and said with half-squinted eyes, "I can do this kind of thing, you really don't need it?"

Conan's head was shaking like a rattle. He wouldn't be fooled by such a trick.

"That's good. I thought your brain had rust and needed some repairs." Haibara Ai snorted coldly.

Conan looked like "I knew it long ago", and with a little smugness, he lay back comfortably.

"Seriously, Edogawa."

"What?"

"Do you suffer from depression? Depressed manic depression - Sherlock Holmes's performance is very consistent with this condition." Ai Haibara looked at Conan seriously.

"No," Conan replied casually, "The most important manifestation of depression is the loss of interest and vitality in everything. I don't have this feeling, so don't worry."

"But manic depression is intermittently intermittent extreme excitement and depression, if you will only be rejuvenated when you encounter a case..."

After hearing this, Conan had to sit up straight again, smiled, and replied seriously:

"Thank you for your concern, but don't worry. I know all of what you said. I'm not only excited when I encounter a case, nor will I feel depressed for a period of time without reason."

"Although I admire Sherlock Holmes very much, I am not like him, and I have no interest in anything other than cases. There are many other things in this world that interest me besides cases."

"For example... the antidote, I'm still looking forward to turning back to Shinichi Kudo and giving Xiaolan an explanation."

Haibara Ai smiled and agreed: "Indeed, as long as she is still there, you will not be in the situation like Sherlock Holmes."

Conan smiled, and then lay down on the sofa.

"So, you're just being lazy." Haibara Ai added.

Conan was constipated by this sentence and asked:

"By the way, Haibara, if you don't want Higo Takayu and Okino Yoko to play the opposite scene, wouldn't it be enough to tell Brother Mizuno directly? Why are you so upset?"

"Brother Shuiquan is rarely interested in doing something. I don't want to bring him unnecessary trouble because of me."

"Ah... it seems like it's too..." Conan scratched his head and recalled, "That guy seems to be idle all day long except for occasionally writing novels, and rarely takes the initiative to do anything."

"But he originally came to ask you because you like Bihu Ryoyu, right? And even if you don't say it, I think he can guess that you don't want Bihu Ryoyu to participate in this."

"Although you did not make a clear statement, but said that you did not show any happiness, which itself shows your attitude."

"Yes..." Haibara sighed, "But I really can't be happy, even if it's pretending."

"Uh... although I'm sorry, I really can't understand this kind of star-chasing mood." Conan's eyebrows were entangled, as if he had encountered some huge problem. He suddenly laughed and continued, "But I think someone can definitely understand your mood very much."

"Who?"

"Xiaolan's father, that big detective."

"Well... it's true." Haibara Ai nodded solemnly.

...

"This kind of assessment content..." Kogoro Mouri stared at the smiling Cat Emily with an ugly face, and shouted at her indignantly, "You did it on purpose, right?"

Fei Yingli did not respond, and was unmoved at all. She just looked at him halfway, but seemed to be condescending.

Seeing that the other party didn't take this trick, Kogoro Maori immediately changed his method.

"I really didn't expect that your queen's illness was so serious. It seems that I was not by your side, and you couldn't even take good care of yourself and were already terminally ill."

Weiri could no longer maintain her posture just now. Looking at Kogoro Mori's narcissistic expression, she couldn't help but veins bulge.

"Give me a good time to stop. There must be a limit for narcissism. Just figure it out, the content of the assessment is not determined by me."

"Who is that?"

"Shuiquanjun."

“…”

Kogoro Mouri was silent. He was Party A, so he could make any request. What could he do? He was just a weak, pitiful and helpless Party B.

What else can you do besides honestly following the other party’s rules?

As a private detective who collects money and does business, he still deeply understands the strength of Party A and the helplessness of Party B. Although he has become famous and has a loud title of "Sleeping Kogoro", many customers are very polite, but there are also many difficult customers.

He sat down with anger and endured it for Miss Yoko!

Fei Yingli looked at him unexpectedly, but she didn't expect that he could even tolerate this. Why is he so serious this time if he is so uncontrollable?

With his appearance, Yoko Okino could not have any shameful relationship with him. She still has this confidence in her husband.

"Start, from now on, you can do whatever you want me to do, so that you can always 'pleas' you, right?"

Kogoro Maori specially emphasized the tone on the word "pleasing" to show that his surrender was only temporary and the injustice in his heart did not decrease.

Fei Yingli looked at his childish aggrieved look with some amusement, and said casually:

"Then...you can give me a massage first. I'm very tired today."

Kogoro Mori stood up without saying a word, walked behind Hinahiri and massaged her shoulders and cervical spine.

"Go to...hiss..."

"Yes...it's where...use a little force..."

"Um……"

"So stupid, so powerful..."

Kogoro Mouri was so angry that he was so troubled that he wanted to leave several times, but he endured it and finally felt comfortable pressing the squid.

"Okay? Can I get qualified?"

He looked at Fei Yingli, who was moving his neck and asked in a muffled voice.

"Hmm? How is that possible?" Fei Yingli glanced at him with a funny look, "I was talking about massage, but I didn't say it was just massage on my shoulders."

Kogoro Mouri took a deep breath and tried to convince himself to calm down.

Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance!

"May I ask, Queen, where else do you need massage?" He asked with a flattering smile on his face and rubbed his palms.

Fei Yingli glanced at him, leaned back halfway down, raised her feet wrapped in black stockings, put them on his legs, and said lazily: "Here."

...

Belmode was also wearing black stockings today. She kept rubbing against Mori Ran under the table with her feet and calves. The latter endured her teasing with red face and exclaimed from time to time.

Of course, in public, Belmode could not do anything excessive, especially if the other party was his own angel, that would be even more impossible. It just means literally, rubbing his legs with his legs.

However, Ran Maori was still too sensitive and shy to such things, and could not play a man's reaction at this time. He was completely a girl who was teased and dared not resist.

"Brother Shuiquan, it's OK..."

As if Maori asked for help, she looked at Tani Shuizumi pitifully. If this continues, she will not be able to withstand it. Sooner or later she will fall into Miss Chris' charm.

I can't be sorry to Shinichi!

I have been persisting until now, all depends on the figure in my memory, otherwise...

"Yeah, that's OK."

Gu Shuiquan nodded and signaled Belmode to stop. The latter smacked his lips with unfulfilled intentions. Although the angel's pitiful appearance made her feel a little unbearable,...

She couldn't help it!

What should I do if I want to see more of these expressions!

"Next..." Tani Mizuto turned his head and looked at Mikako Sato, "Officer Sato."

"Ah, OK, no problem."

Sato Mikako agreed happily.

"Takagi, it's too far to sit over."

"Ah, oh..." Takagi Suga sat over in a daze, he had no idea what he was doing.

Now, are you just dreaming? How could it be possible if you kiss Officer Sato, if you are not dreaming? Since it is dreaming, it will be fine.

Although this kind of dream looks a bit bad, I feel a little sorry for Officer Sato, but... the dream is not something I can control.

After convinced himself, Takagi Shiro completely relaxed and let him mercy, but he became more dazed, just like being drunk.

Sato Mikako kicked off one of her shoes, then rubbed her feet against Takagi's legs and asked:

"Takagi, do you feel anything?"

She really asked with curiosity, and she didn't understand her charm and the lethality of small actions like women to men.

She has always felt that the exercises in this friendship were quite interesting, but she actually didn't understand them very much.

"It feels..." Takagi said with a silly smile, "It's great... Only in dreams can you experience it."

Sato Mikako raised her legs and looked at her feet with a confused look on her face. She couldn't understand what was good about Takagi's words?

"Then you dream a little longer." As he said that, Officer Sato simply stopped wearing shoes and directly raised this leg to the other leg, and then pressed it to Takagi's leg.

Takagi Suk laughed twice and just enjoyed it silently. Fortunately, he was so honest, and he was also honest in his dream, otherwise... he wanted to take the initiative to do something out of line in his dream...
Chapter completed!