Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

Today is definitely not Kogoro Mouri's lucky day! Driving with my daughter and my daughter's friends out for shopping, waiting in the parking lot while watching the children, how could it be a symbol of good luck!

While thinking about it, Uncle Mouri squinted at Conan who was lying on the back seat leisurely reading comics, snorted coldly, picked up the radio and earphones and listened to the horse racing broadcast.

"Uncle, uncle." Before he finished listening to a game, Conan shook Mouri Kogoro's arm.

"What are you doing! Little devil!" Uncle Maori took off his earphones, and he promised that if the little devil said anything like going to the toilet, he would definitely use his Maori iron fist to teach him a lesson.

"Sister Xiaolan said she wanted us to wait for her at Lu Lunsi Restaurant." Conan said, dangling through the text message on his mobile phone.

Uncle Maori angrily withdrew the Maori iron fist that was ready to go, and muttered: "Why send you a message instead of sending it directly to me."

"It must be because Sister Xiaolan knew that her uncle must be addicted to the horse racing broadcast, and he couldn't notice the text messages on his mobile phone." Conan subconsciously told the truth.

"Duang!" Maori's iron fist finally hit Conan on the head.

"Wow... it hurts so much." Conan held his head, tears welling up.

"Okay, let's go to the restaurant, stop the ink." Uncle Maori was refreshed after finishing work, and Conan reluctantly followed behind and rubbed forward a little bit.

"Hey! Where are there beauties!" Uncle Maori's eyes suddenly lit up, and in the phone booth in front he saw a beautiful woman dressed in a fashionable and flamboyant manner. What was even more attractive was that although she was dressed in a flamboyant manner, the beauty exuded a kind of softness and weakness. I felt pity, which inspired Uncle Maori's desire for protection. He decided to have a good chat with this beauty as her most solid umbrella.

At this time, the beauty had finished calling and walked out of the phone booth. Uncle Maori noticed that she had dropped a ballpoint pen, and quickly went up to pick it up, intending to strike up a conversation with her.

"Beauty..." Just as Uncle Maori put his hand on the other's shoulder, he heard the beautiful woman let out an almost piercing scream, or a scream.

Then, without seeing where, a gray shadow flew over and knocked him to the ground, and then he was lifted up and fell to the ground.

"I fell over the shoulder, I'm very skilled." Before turning his head around, Uncle Maoli fainted groggyly.

"Hey! No, not this one!" Before the coma, the uncle faintly heard a familiar voice.

Mizumayue knew that his expression must be very complicated, because he couldn't figure out what emotion he was now. He was anxious, surprised, admired, gloating, and the rabbit died and the fox was sad. All kinds of emotions came and went like waves on the sea.

Uncle Maori is a senior in the police world. Although he retired a long time ago, Mizumayue still heard of his legends and myths.

A genius of judo, first in all police fighting, a sharpshooter with a good shot, a **** of war who can hit a prisoner with his eyes closed, a god-level contagion who can take a general practitioner into a ditch with his brains to death .

Such a person suddenly retired and became a little-known private detective, investigating some extramarital affairs and messy things all day long. When Mizuma Yue heard his legend, all the seniors who were the same generation as the uncle were sighing. Good talent is suddenly wasted.

However, the first combatant of the year is now lying on the ground in a coma. The reason is that Miyamoto Yumi and Sato Mikazu are too nervous and sensitive.

Is Sato Miwako too strong? No, not possible. Although Sato Miwako is well-known in the Metropolitan Police Department, it is more related to her identity and beauty as a policewoman, as well as her hard work. In terms of fighting ability alone, Sato Miwako ranks in the top ten.

Although Sato Mikazu was unexpected and had a sneak attack, why wasn't Uncle Moori a hero late? People will always get old. The number one police officer in the past was cleaned up by an unknown person today. Will he grow old one day?

Shui Jianyue shook her head and scolded herself for being a fool. The two lives together are in their fifties and have never experienced the taste of old age. What is there to sigh? Whether you can live to old age, instead of sighing here, it is better to think more about how to deal with the organization and survive.

Uncle Mouri hasn't been in a coma for a long time. After all, it hasn't really been abolished. Being attacked by Sato Mikazu is just a result of his retirement and not exercising for a long time. He is not as fragile as Mizuma Yue sighed.

When he woke up in a daze, he found himself sitting on the side of the road with the apologetic Sato Miwako, the caring Conan, and the very complicated Mizuma Yue.

"What's the matter..." Maori Kogoro didn't know who he was asking, why was he sitting here, did he fall asleep here last night with a drinking hangover?

"That..." Sato Miwako put her eyes on Mizumayuki for help.

"This matter may have to be explained slowly." Mizumayue was also quite embarrassed and said, rubbing her head.

"Then talk while walking, my daughter may still be waiting for me to go to the restaurant." Uncle Maori took out his phone and glanced at the time.

"Okay, it just so happens that we go and call the police officer Mumu." Mizumayue replied.

Lurens Restaurant

"I said, do I look like a prisoner?" Uncle Maori couldn't help complaining after knowing the cause and effect~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Uncle now has a Band-Aid on his head and face, looking a bit funny.

"Sorry, sorry, it's all my fault (Yumi) for being too nervous!" Miyamoto Yumi and Sato Miwako apologized at the same time.

"Hey..." The uncle didn't intend to blame too much, but also blamed himself for leaning over.

"So you haven't caught the culprit yet?" Conan asked.

Mizuki gave a dangerous smile.

Conan glanced at the door of the restaurant, it wasn't very far away, the other party picked him up and threw him out easily, so he made an interesting smile, and then said nothing.

The uncle who witnessed all this said helplessly: "You, why do you always compete with this child."

"Who told this kid to be so mischievous and daring to want to die?" Of course, Mizumayuki had already thought of a reason, "If you let this kid ask questions about the case, do you think this kid will not? Will you find the murderer yourself in the afternoon, and become the murderer's new victory in the evening?"

The uncle seriously thought about the boy's performance in other scenes, nodded in approval, and made another Maori iron fist by the way.

Conan covered his head and bared his teeth at the Moon Moon.

"Mr. Mori, it's not good to beat a child. Look, Conan still remembers my revenge. I'm a little worried now if I find out that some dead cat has been placed in front of my house, talk about it..." Shui Jian Yue spoke sarcastically.

"Don't worry, I will take care of this guy." The uncle put his big hand on top of Conan's head and rubbed it hard.

Conan grinned in pain. The pain in the head that was punched twice today finally dissipated, and this rubbing hurt again.

"Promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis." Mizumayue winked at Conan mischievously.