Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 92 Toru Amuro: I'm Not Ah San

The man finally concluded a sentence: "There is a story, don't think too much, just be obedient."

Children really don't need to worry about these things, parents are responsible for everything.

Beifeng took one in each hand, especially hugging the little girl.

"Sorry for worrying you."

"I'm not worried! After all, most of the time, you... are still very reliable. It's just that the big detective is so reckless. When the time comes, I don't know why..."

Conan: "..."

Don't worry, he's still alive.

"I will learn to face it. If I avoid some things, I will only become more afraid, just like the great detective. Isn't he not afraid of Qin anymore? Because I think about it every day."

"I didn't!" Conan yelled, blushing.

The girl was still in the mood to joke, and it seemed that the psychological shadow left by the organization was better.

North Wind took Judy out of the closet and placed her on a chair.

The mobile phone in the pocket of a real foreign girl, its recording function is still on...

The lights flickered, and North Wind took out Judy's phone and paused the recording.

this woman...

There are so many tricks.

The recording was deleted, and the three of them left without looking back. Judy flicked her finger twice on the floor, and a shit candy suddenly hit her head in a parabola, and the woman failed to blow up her body.

North Wind House:
"Go in, you're reckless, you've already hit someone!" The man opened the door again, cast his eyes behind him from the corner of his eye, and looked away.

He is calm.

Haibara Ai and Conan saw the blocked back: several men in black, neatly stacked together, clearly arranged.

Ke. The blame man. Nan,: "..."

Bei Feng calmly kicked back again, with a cracking sound of friction with the air, and the men in black disappeared without a trace.

Far, far away, flocks of birds flew in fright, and three "Sister Lin" fell from the sky—poor FBI cauldrons with bruised noses and swollen faces, beyond recognition, with tears lying in the corners of their eyes, gradually converging into a stream.

Only after pain will you have a long memory, Beifeng clapped his hands, pretending that nothing happened.

Breaking into a private house?

What are these fetishes?
Belmode is, if there is a door, don’t go through the window, and Akai Shuichi is, if it weren’t for bad eyesight and stabbing in the wrong place, his house would definitely be searched!
Tu Feimi squatted obediently in the living room, and when she saw Beifeng, she immediately rolled over with a good attitude: "Brother, I did one thing wrong!"

The little boy pointed at the three unknown objects on the floor with a blank expression: "But, they came in through the window."

Beifeng: Watch.

Oh, it turned out to be Kuroba Kaito, Koizumi Hongko, and the non-human with fluffy hair.

So much at once?
Black Feather probably wanted to eat fish, and actually checked his home address. He deserved to be lying neatly on his body now.

His knives have turned three times with one, especially with such a height difference.

Good record.

Tu Feimi: "..."

There is one sentence that he always keeps in mind: In front of the boss, don't speak sweetly, keep smiling, and be dignified.

……

He took the initiative to get closer to Hui Yuanai, took the girl's little hand, and shamelessly hid behind: God of Sorrow protects the body!
The girl stared at him with half-moon eyes, and then slowly retracted her gaze.

……

"I will supervise him to write the review." Xiao Ai said calmly, and made a final decision.

Beifeng nodded and added: "Eight hundred characters."

"it is good."

Unknowingly, Tu Feimi was arranged again, and the unlucky child's arrogant expression almost collapsed.

Then...

A light bulb of the same style as Pleasant Goat rose on his forehead, Bai Maozheng rolled his eyes, pointed at Xiao Ai, and said seriously: "We will supervise each other."

A big question mark rose on Hui Yuanai's forehead.

She didn't make any mistakes, so why write a review?What does this little brat want to do?

Beifeng stared at Tu Feimi, the knife that had been completely crooked, and sighed, my family has just grown up with a knife, and I have learned to drag others into the water.

"Two people, let's get a discount, seven hundred and five for each person, and hand it in on time tomorrow morning."

"Xiao Ai, your topic: I'm sorry for the Black Organization."

"Feimi, you write: a letter of commitment for the correction of high-altitude parabolic."

Tu Feimi was full of fighting spirit: "Okay!"

Haibara Ai:"……"

Excuse me, Black Organization?Did she do something wrong?Didn't he just use up a hundred needles before leaving?
It's not worth a lot of money...

The little tea-haired girl in a small skirt stared at her half-moon, completely forgetting about giving the special medicine to Conan, she...

Suspected to have lost his soul, after a while, his small fist hit the face of a certain smug kid.

"Fool!"

Tu Feimi covered the blue-purple "eye shadow" on her right eye, looked at the back of the girl "running away", and smiled suspiciously, and then he scared Conan.

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth and stood a little further away silently!
"You unscrupulous people! My drum washing machine disdains to be with you!"

"Then, please go out." Beifeng opened the door, and Conan was politely invited out.

Conan: "..."

He has been blown in the wind countless times, and he is used to the pleasure of 0 degrees.

After completing the polite Diu Ke clock-in, Beifeng turned around and said to Tu Feimi: "Send Hei Yu home intact." After thinking for a while, he added: "Remember to cover the quilt well, don't let him I have a cold."

Otherwise, his five-star praise would be gone, oh...

Too much fast food.

Five-star has become a mantra.

……

In the middle of the night in Hokkaido, the night breeze is so cool, it's still huffing...

At ten o'clock in the evening, Conan tiptoed over the wall and entered the Maori Detective Agency, but was still caught by Xiaolan...

One night Ke Ming...

Last night, it was intense.

the next day:
The [-]th is not September [-]th, the day of recalling Shandong brothers, but an ordinary mission day.

Seeing a row of luxury cars parked in front of the villa, driving a fast food truck, Beifeng consciously parked the car in the woods.

In fact, these cars are not very good-looking, too fancy, and they are not comparable to the Porsche of gin.

The target of the mission is Shi Ai Haruno, and I will carry it away as soon as I find someone. As for the Federal Reserve, it hasn't developed yet, so don't panic.

Anyway...

The blame lies with the organization.

……

The car parked, opened the door, followed by a man hiding a thing.

His "pig teammate", a person who came to assist him by the name of the name.

Bourbon...

The blond-haired man came to join us at nine o'clock in the morning. After blowing the cold wind at the hotel entrance for half an hour, he finally waited for the long-overdue pigeon.

Lei Xiaofeng has a face that is full of gold at first glance. Of course, it should have a simple and easy appearance, with disheveled hair. It seems that he has made some big moves not long ago. :06 Wake people up and ask Mouri Kogoro if he is at home.

最后:
It is said that Mori Kogoro is hanging out in a nightclub card room restaurant, Kazama is not familiar with the way, and no one can be found.

then…

Conclusion: Kogoro doubts to be determined.

Toru Amuro tried to get close all the way, and asked all kinds of things about the detective, the temptation was obvious.

Bourbon: "The steps are chaotic and the distance between the footprints is uneven. What does this mean?"

Beifeng: "I drank too much."

Amuro blinked his eyes, and automatically blocked the worthless information. He asked in a questioning tone: "Does it... mean that the criminal may be exhausted or injured?"

"No, it means he won't last."

Bourbon was still chattering.

Beifeng: "..."

Beifeng then tried to end the chat: "Do you know Indian Ah San?"

He went on to add: "Ah San utters a lot of superficial swearing, and she is as energetic as you every day."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Let’s popularize science here, Indian Ah San refers to Indians, a derogatory term with racial discrimination.

A transliteration of SIR. "India Asan" comes from the Shanghai dialect of the Wu dialect in the "Shiliyangchang" period. , Zhutou [-]) are mostly derogatory terms.

In the British Concession in Shanghai, there were often "civil servants" transferred from India to take care of some chores. These Indians were loyal "minions" of the British. They danced with batons all day long and were suspected of being mentally ill. Kindly call them: "Ah San".

The issue is……

This appellation actually changed to a deadly fit!
Bourbon Knife No!

For undercover, he has!
Is Bourbon doing chores!
For undercover, he has!
Is Bourbon a loyal "minion" of the organization?

This...fortunately not.

Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure.

He is not Ah San...

He is comfortable and confident: he is an undercover agent.

……

In the grove, there was a man in the shape of a golden rooster, standing upright, holding a small book in his hand...

Turn the pages.

Vodka asked from the side: "Boss, aren't we not coming?"

"Supervisor Bourbon, the last shooting incident... I think the organization has doubled up as an undercover agent again." Gin replied solemnly.

In order to make excuses, he also knows how to throw the pot away, and he does it right.

In fact, Gin came to open someone's back door today.

(End of this chapter)