Inside a Maori detective agency

It was rare for the office to have a commission today, so the three of them ate late. By the time they finished eating, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Uncle Maori was sitting at his desk, crossing his legs and reading today's evening newspaper. From time to time he would pick up the can next to him and take a small sip, which was very satisfying.

When he saw one of the portraits in the evening newspaper, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "He is indeed my famous detective Mouri Kogoro."

"It can be said that there are almost no clues in today's murder case, but no matter how careful the prisoner is, he can't escape the eyes of my famous detective Mouri Kogoro."

Uncle Maoli's beard almost stood up in excitement. Thinking back to the desperate look in the prisoner's eyes after he was exposed today, he was so proud.

"I also want to keep a low profile, but..."

Uncle Maoli sighed, suddenly became serious, and said helplessly, "But my strength doesn't allow it."

The next second, Uncle Maori immediately broke through and started laughing while sitting in his seat.

"You're really narcissistic. If I hadn't helped you, the prisoner would have escaped long ago."

Conan, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, felt goosebumps all over his body. He curled his lips and expressed his helplessness at Uncle Maori's narcissistic behavior.

To be fair, Conan was clearly there to remind him of today's case. Even so, it was thanks to him anesthetizing Uncle Maori that the case was solved.

But Conan doesn't care who is blamed for the case, he just enjoys the process of solving the case.

Of course, it's also nice to be famous.

"A fugitive escapes from prison?"

Uncle Maori, who had finished his narcissism, saw a piece of news that occupied a lot of space in the newspaper, and became a little more serious. "Are the protective measures in prisons so weak now? A forty-three-year-old uncle can escape."

These words caught Conan's attention. He reached for the remote control and turned the TV to the news station to watch.

"The fugitives are currently surrounded by the police..."

Conan instantly withered. He originally thought he could get away from boring TV and continue brainstorming, but now the fugitive has been caught.

The news said that the fugitive was surrounded by the police, but in Conan's eyes, this was no different than being caught.

"Isn't that brat Guangyou back yet?"

Uncle Maoli looked up at the watch in the office and said, "It's so late now. Is this kid going to spend the night outside again?"

"yes."

After washing the dishes, Xiaolan walked out of the kitchen, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said, "He told me this morning that he might spend the night at Dr. Ali's house tonight."

"This kid is real."

Uncle Maoli shook his head and sighed, "Nowadays, the kid is really precocious, even more precocious than me... than you, Xiaolan. In the past, you and that hateful detective kid couldn't do the same thing."

He didn't even need to think about it to know what the kid Guangyou was doing today. He just went to hang out with the little girl from Dr. A Li's house.

"dad!"

Xiaolan blushed with embarrassment after being mentioned. After looking around, she grabbed the can and snorted at Uncle Maori and said, "I drank enough today."

"Xiaolan, you..."

Seeing Xiaolan walking into the kitchen, Uncle Maoli also knew that the wine would probably never come back. He snorted in the same way, turned around and said to himself, "Why don't you just drink a little wine? It's so rude."

"And I'm not wrong either."

Uncle Maoli flipped through the newspaper and continued to complain, "When I was a child, I was so close to that little detective. Now that I'm better, my soul has been taken away by that little detective."

These words are not just a complaint, they look like a jealous and resentful man.

My daughter is already so old and will be an adult in a few years.

Originally, Uncle Maori thought that he would experience the feeling of having his cabbage eaten by a pig again a few years later, but as a result, his daughter was seduced away when she was a child.

Conan at the side blushed slightly, put his hands together, and acted coquettishly like a little girl who had met her lover.

He recalled the moment when he fell in love with Xiaolan for the first time, with an extremely bright smile on his young face, just like a warm spring breeze blowing through his heart.

Even though he was just a kid in kindergarten at that time, he felt at that time that Xiaolan was different from any other girl in his heart.

To put it this way, he is actually a bit precocious.

He could admit that he was precocious, but he couldn't agree with what Uncle Maori called him a "hateful detective kid".

"Glasses, why are you blushing?"

Uncle Maori glanced at Conan from the corner of his eye, and then asked doubtfully, "I didn't mean you either, I just meant the damn detective..."

At this point, he paused for a moment and continued: "No..."

"No no no..."

Conan thought that Uncle Maori suspected that he was Shinichi, so he blushed and waved his hands wildly, saying, "I'm not Shinichi..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Maoli continued what he had just left unfinished: "You don't have a little girl you like, right?"

"Every child these days matures too early."

Uncle Maori looked at Conan's red face, shook his head and sighed, "Times have changed."

"Eh?"

Conan was stunned. He thought his identity would be exposed today, but it turned out to be completely inconsistent.

Uncle Maori, who suddenly remembered something, looked at Conan and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Conan looked around pretending to be calm, then pointed a finger at the TV and said, "I mean today's news about the fugitive..."

"Yeah, that's outrageous."

Uncle Maoli was speechless when he thought of the news.

Prisons are full of prisoners, and although some prisoners are repentant, there are still others who have not changed their ways despite repeated abuses.

If people like them escape from prison, ordinary citizens will suffer.

Conan didn't think about this. After he said that sentence just now, his attention was completely focused on the news.

"The Ferris wheel exploded..."

He vaguely remembered that Guangyou seemed to be going on a date at Dorobiga Paradise today.

He said he was taking Xiao Ai to the fireworks display.

But something happened in the paradise now. Normally, Guangyou should have left the paradise by now.

I won’t say go back to the office, but I will at least give them a call or something.

But there is no news at all so far, and Conan feels that something might have happened to Guangyou.

Xiaolan, who had just walked out of the kitchen, also heard the news, then frowned and said softly: "I remember that Guangyou seemed to go to this paradise to play."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Maori immediately closed the newspaper and stood up from his chair, "Is that kid Guangyou going to play in this paradise today?"

"seems like it."

Xiaolan pointed her finger at her chin, thought about it for a moment, and said, "I said I came to participate in the fireworks display."

"Sister Xiaolan, uncle, come and take a look."

Conan leaned closer to the TV, squinted his eyes, and carefully identified the figure on the TV, "Does this look like Guangyou?"

Xiaolan and Uncle Maori hurriedly walked to the TV and watched the news.

Although the news resolution is not that clear, it can even be said to be mosaic quality.

But Xiaolan still recognized the owner of this figure.

"This is indeed Guangyou."

Ah! The Baidi Riding Belt is reprinted, 380, I’m so excited, so sour, I really want it...

But the money is the most uncomfortable thing.
Chapter completed!