Ten minutes later, Guangyou was almost done.

Before leaving the kitchen, Guangyou greeted Xiaolan: "Sister Xiaolan, I'm almost done, so I'll go back to my room to rest for a while."

"Well, thank you Guangyou for your help." Xiaolan smiled.

Since there was a Guangyou at home, she felt that the burden on her body had become much lighter.

Most of the time she cooks at home, but Kwangyou occasionally helps with a meal or two when she is busy or when she feels a little tired.

If he wakes up early in the morning, he often prepares breakfast for them.

After dinner, Guangyou will help her clean up and do some housework.

In her opinion, Guangyou is a very good child.

"No need to thank you." Guangyou smiled back and said indifferently, "I've called you sister, why are you thanking me? OK, Sister Xiaolan, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

After saying that, Guangyou wiped his hands with a towel and turned around and left the kitchen.

Looking at Guangyou's back, Xiaolan suddenly chuckled: "Sister? It's pretty good."

At this time, Guangyou had left the kitchen and came to the living room, so naturally he didn't hear Xiaolan's voice.

In the living room, Uncle Maori was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, watching Yoko Okino's variety show attentively.

The newspaper had been put away by him and placed aside.

His eyes swept across the newspaper, and Guangyou didn't step forward, just glanced at it, and then walked straight to the room.

He was not interested in the arson incidents.

Pushing open the door, Guangyou saw Conan sitting at the table, posing in thinking.

"Are you thinking about those arson incidents?" Guangyou sat on the bed, looked at Conan, and asked.

"Well, I'm bored now anyway." Conan nodded and said seriously.

Hearing this answer, Guangyou felt speechless.

Sure enough, there is still too little homework.

"Then keep thinking about it, I won't bother you anymore." Guangyou lay on the bed, prepared for the salted fish for a while, and then went to take a shower.

"I always feel that this case is a bit familiar, but I can't remember it for a while."

When I first watched it, I felt that it was nothing, but now after calming down, I thought about it carefully. Conan always felt that he had encountered similar cases before.

"Your illusion." Guangyou replied casually, "Sometimes I would have the illusion of 'this thing seems to have happened before', just ignore it."

"No, I seem to have met it." Conan denied.

"Then you keep thinking..." Guangyou said helplessly, "Just leave this matter to the police, there is no way you can do anything."

"That's right, but it's too boring now and I can't sleep, so I just pass the time with this." Conan sighed, "It's a pity that there's no clue now."

He actually wanted to go to the crime scene to take a look, and maybe he could find some key clues to catch the murderer who was setting fires continuously.

But this idea is not realistic.

Unless he becomes an eyewitness or follows Uncle Maori to deal with the case, he will never be able to intervene with his current situation.

But if there are only these two methods, Conan thinks it is better not to let himself intervene.

He was thinking about the case there, and at this time Guangyou was lying on the bed and sending a message to Xiao Ai.

Indeed, he was not interested in the arson incident, but it also reminded him.

There is a dangerous person in Tokyo who likes to play with fire.

I have to remind Xiao Ai.

"Xiao Ai, there was an arsonist in Tokyo recently and has not been caught yet. If you find suspicious people nearby, you must notify me first."

After editing the text message, Guangyou pressed the send button.

Not long after, Xiao Ai replied: "Is it the recent consecutive arson incidents? I know that, I will be careful, don't worry."

"Well, remember, if you find a suspicious person, remember to notify me as soon as possible." Guangyou gave me another instructed.

A few seconds later, Xiao Ai replied:

"I know, I will tell you. I won't talk about it for now. I have to do research and you go to bed early."

"Yeah, I understand." Guangyou smiled slightly, edited the text message and sent it over.

"Good night."

"Good night."

Putting away the phone, Guangyou stood up, sat up from the bed, looked at Conan, who was still thinking about the case, and couldn't help but complain: "I thought for so long without any clues, and I deserve to be Conan..."

Without disturbing Conan, who was immersed in thinking about the case, Guangyu took his pajamas, left the room and walked towards the bathroom.

...

The feeling of hot water immersing the whole body made Guangyou breathe comfortably.

"Cool..."

As time goes by, the fatigue accumulated over the weekdays slowly disappears.

The muscles of the whole body relaxed, and a feeling of sleepiness surged into his heart. Guangyou couldn't help but yawn, and a drop of crystal cleared from the corners of his eyes.

The crystal drop slid down her cheeks and finally gathered in the water in the bathtub.

After feeling that it was almost time to soak, Guangyou got up, stepped out of the bathtub, dried her body with a bath towel, changed into her pajamas, pushed open the door, and left the bathroom.

Back in the room, Conan was still thinking about the case.

Seeing this picture, Guangyou was speechless.

I haven't seen it at the crime scene, and there are no useful clues at hand.

Why can Conan think for so long?

This is too boring.

"Are you still thinking about those arson incidents?" Guangyou sat cross-legged on the bed and said, "No matter how you think about it, it's useless, and there are no useful clues."

"No." Conan shook his head and explained, "I'm just thinking, is this arsonist really just trying to provoke the police, or does it mean that it has other purposes."

"What do you think so much?" Mitsuyu turned his eyes on Conan, "Even if you figure it out, there is no way. There is no evidence to indicate the identity of the murderer, and there is no detailed address of the next arson place. It's better to go to bed early."

As he said that, Guangyou reached out and touched his hair.

After feeling that he had done it almost, Guangyou got back to his bed.

"Don't think so much, hurry up and take a shower and go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow." Guangyou said disgusted, "I'm really free."

"Okay." Conan felt so.

No matter how much he thinks about it here, it will have no substantial effect.

If you want to catch the prisoner, at least you have to let him go to the crime scene first.

After figuring it out, Conan stood up from the chair, took a set of pajamas, and left the room.

At this time, Guangyou had closed his eyes, recalling the scene on the green space today, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With beautiful memories on his pillow, Guangyou soon fell asleep.

...

Half an hour later, Xiao Ai, wearing pajamas, returned to the basement.

Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, Xiao Ai whispered: "It's already this time, well... it's time to go to bed."

But her hair was not dry yet, so it was not appropriate to just sleep like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Ai took a step forward, walked to the table, picked up a notebook on the table, and pulled out the paper sandwiched in the middle.

She spread out the paper and looked at the drawings on it, and she smiled softly.

After watching for a few minutes, Xiao Ai reached out and touched his hair. After feeling that it was almost dry, he whispered with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Go to sleep."

...
Chapter completed!