Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

In a slightly depressed courtyard, a man was dancing a sword. He couldn't make out his appearance, but he seemed to be a young man.

After a while, an old man with a strong back came, still couldn't see what he looked like, hunched his back, saw the young man dancing the sword, and scolded dissatisfiedly, "You don't learn how to make a sword, what's the use of learning how to dance a sword? Do you fight bravely with people?"

The young man threw the sword on the ground and walked away angrily, muttering: "Dancing a sword is useless, casting a sword is useless!"

In a trance, the picture turned, and the old man threw an uncoordinated sword on the table. "The sword of the Han Dynasty is seventeen inches and nine points. Your sword is more than twenty inches. What the **** is that?"

The young man pouted, "I'm tall and my arms are long, and it's uncomfortable if my sword isn't too long."

"Fuck!" The old man blew his beard and stared, picked up a forging hammer, and smashed the "long sword" in half with one hammer.

The picture changed again, the young man seemed to be an uncle, and the old man was not seen.

The uncle stood in front of the stove and threw a mess of ore powder into the stove, looking very angry, regardless of the measurement of the ore powder, he lost his temper.

Random stuffing, random fire blowing, the uncle did it for no purpose. He didn't notice that there was a barometer on the stove, and the pointer on the barometer had already pointed into the red area.

He stepped on the bellows again, and the uncle grabbed a handful of silver metal particles and threw them into it without looking at it.

collapse! The stove exploded suddenly, and the uncle finally panicked while standing in a sea of ​​fire.

Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!

Whose phone is ringing! The uncle was so upset that he hoped that the best person to call would be the fire brigade.

Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!

"Damn it! Who is it! Ah!" Mizumayue woke up from her dream, and then suddenly fell under the bed.

"This number... is Taichuan from the Civil Affairs Department?" Picking up the phone, Minazuki frowned.

"Hey?"

"Hey, Shuijian, it's me, Taichuan fifty miles."

"Five miles, I'm on vacation today."

"Are you sure? I might have a message here that you owe me a favor."

"If you have a fart, say it..." Shui Jianyue got up with a stomach full of anger.

"Detective! And the one you know best."

"Mori Kogoro!" Mizumayuki's eyebrows twitched together, "His house was burglarized?" Did you call the hospital in a while to remind them to prepare to receive someone who was seriously injured by a football, or maimed by karate, A person who was knocked out by judo.

"That's not true." Taichuan interrupted Shui Jianyue's wild thoughts and replied: "I just received a civil report that a family may have been burglarized. Although nothing was lost, the eldest son was knocked out by someone with a guqin. "

"When I arrived at the scene, I found that Kogoro Maori was a guest at his house, but they didn't seem to know the identity of Kogoro Maori, and just regarded him as an ordinary guest."

"Is Kogoro Mouri alone? Or is his family there?" Mizumayuki then asked.

"The family is there, his daughter and the little boy."

"Interesting..." Mizumayue felt that there must be a secret to the matter that Maori Kogoro "weifu" to investigate, and an incident happened, this must not be simple.

Mizumayuki forgot one thing: Maori Kogoro concealed his identity to investigate, and it was more of his old line of work: investigating affairs and extramarital affairs.

Unable to yawn, Mizumayuki analyzed and said: "There is no reason for me to go out now. Please help me keep an eye on it. Be careful, the probability of the Maori family at the murder scene is too high."

"I see..." Taichuan hung up the phone after he said that.

Shui Jianyue pinched her brows, looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and she had to make a fool of herself to disturb people's dreams.

By the way, what did you dream about just now? I can't remember it, it doesn't seem like a good dream, forget it.

On the other side of the story, Conan is poking around.

I always felt that it was awkward to see the police and didn't see Mizumayuki, especially when she was still within Tokyo's boundaries, but there was no way to investigate the case with peace of mind.

"Conan! You're running around again!" said Xiaolan, who found Conan, and then sat in the living room with Conan, not letting Conan take a step.

Conan was also aggrieved. In the past, he was all focused on checking for evidence, but this time he was looking for the guy Mizumayuki. Instead, he didn't take a close look at the scene of the crime. It wasn't worth it.

Therefore, based on the above reasons, it is concluded that this guy is not shallow! Being there or not is a scourge!

"Hmph, this kid is afraid of being bullied by the water boy, so be careful around." Uncle Maori could see Conan's symptoms at a glance, and while gloating at the misfortune, he took the opportunity to pretend to be in front of his daughter and said to Conan: "Don't worry, kid, This incident is not enough to attract people from the Criminal Department~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The guy in the water will not come."

But whether the police who came here will tell the water boy about this, I can't say.

Uncle Maori said this sentence in his heart, and basically analyzed 99% of what had happened.

Conan, annoyed that he didn't remember this, pretended to be tender and asked Uncle Maori, "Why don't you go take a look at Uncle? If a famous detective goes out, this kind of theft must be solved easily!" Conan himself couldn't After going to solve the case, he began to encourage Kogoro Mouri to solve the case.

"Boy, where did the theft case come from? It's just something that the family did by themselves."

"Ah? Why is this?" Xiaolan asked curiously, while Conan just pouted in disdain.

"After we brought the music box during the day, they mentioned that 'Spring Has Come' was the favorite song of the deceased old lady."

"The guqin that smashed the eldest son was the old lady's. The eldest son stayed alone in the room where the guqin was played without turning on the light. He was obviously looking for the guqin, and the person who smashed the eldest son with the guqin was obviously looking for the guqin. I don't want the eldest son or even everyone else to touch the guqin."

"However, this also shows that there is actually nothing that the eldest son is looking for in the guqin," Mouri Kogoro pointed to the music box on the table and finally concluded: "So as long as the mystery of the music box is solved, this farce can end. already."

"Wow! It's amazing, Dad!" Xiao Lan admired Uncle Maori for a rare moment.

And Conan didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that he already knew these simple things. With the in-depth analysis, Conan became a little bit more serious, and began to admire Jiang's hotness.

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