Conan's World: Ke Xue Wei Tan

A few days later.

"It's all because Lan insists on going to your place to learn knitting. I've been eating the noodles made by Uncle Maori for three days. When are you going to bring her back?" Conan's voice sounded on the other end of the phone, without any concealment. My own dissatisfaction and protest were even like that of a little daughter-in-law: "I was just curious about what she was doing after class. It would be better for you to just take her away!"

"If I take her back, won't I just help you isolate the peach blossoms?" Sarye held her mobile phone under her arm and selected a dress at the clothing store on the roadside, "And Xiaolan is such a gentle and considerate girl, you two But the big men use her to cook?"

Conan was carrying a small schoolbag and walking on the way home from school with the members of the Junior Detective Team. He sighed helplessly: "Uncle Maori doesn't know anything. I don't have the height of a stove now, so I have to rely on Lan. Is there any way?"

Haiyuan Ai on the side looked like "I have seen through everything".

Sariya recalled it carefully and said slowly: "But Lan's craftsmanship is indeed very good..."

"Let me tell you! Yesterday, the soju that Uncle Maori had been collecting for half a month was taken away. Did it go to your place?"

Conan immediately shouted as if he was caught in bed. Haiyuan calmly smoothed his hair and snorted softly.

Sarye casually picked up a fitted black dress and walked to the cashier, and continued: "Didn't the doctor ask Mr. Maori to abstain from alcohol for half a year? Not just the bottle of shochu, but all of Mr. Maori's wine is here with me, as well as the wine from yesterday. I got up at night to eat glutinous rice balls as a midnight snack."

"Uncle was moaning until midnight last night because he couldn't find any wine. What on earth were you doing together?" Conan sighed and asked.

"Don't worry about girls' affairs." Sarye swiped her card neatly, walked out of the clothing store with a dress and a pair of high heels, and said, "But I'll give it back to you today. I'm going to attend a memorial service tonight. Don’t bother Lan anymore.”

"Memorial meeting?" Conan asked curiously.

Sariya snorted softly: "It's a memorial service for the film director Akira Sakemaki. That old man liked to make movies in which the mafia kidnapped heroines to smear the image of the mafia. I'm going to raise his ashes."

"Uh-huh?"

Conan sent a series of questions.

"You're just kidding, I'm a respectable person now, so I don't care about those stereotyped old antiques." Sariya said and quickly hung up the phone.

"This guy is really, why does he talk so scary?"

Conan looked at his phone and shook his head helplessly.

"If you take her seriously, you will lose."

After Haiyuan joked casually, the expression on his face turned cold again.

At the next intersection, Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko said goodbye to them: "Well, Conan, Haibara, see you tomorrow!"

Several people said goodbye to each other, but Haiyuan's reaction was more indifferent than usual. Conan was used to her sense of self-protection and didn't care that much.

The first snow had passed, and there were still many accumulated snowflakes on the roadside. It was all white. Huiyuan raised her eyes and suddenly saw a black car parked on the roadside. The scene in her dream not long ago reappeared, making her unable to help but Trembling.

"Porsche 356a," Conan put down the ball on his head, followed her gaze and said, "This is a classic car from 50 years ago." Conan walked around the car and marveled, "I didn't expect it. Ah, there are still people driving this kind of car!"

"That's..." Haiyuan's eyes had fallen into a deathly gray color, and he slowly uttered a few words:

"Gin...'s car..."

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