I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 424 Who Wins, Who Loses?
"I'm smiling smugly~"

Guangyou walked in the direction of the office with unrecognizable steps.

The scene of Xiao Ai holding his clothes and entering the door is vivid in his memory, which makes him happy and feels that the relationship between the two has taken a step forward.

On the way back, Guangyou felt that the stars were a little brighter, and even the blue night sky became much clearer because of the existence of the stars.

The stray cats that occasionally scurry past have become much cuter. If it weren't for the lack of cat food in hand, maybe Guangyou would squat down and feed them some cat food.

From the houses on the side of the street, the sound of couples quarreling over trifles, for some reason, didn't sound as unpleasant as usual, but sounded warm?

Guangyou does not hope that the two of them will quarrel so much in the future, and if they are not careful, their relationship will be affected, which is not worth the candle.

Small quarrel, no, it should be said that bickering is more appropriate.

Bickering in life, neither arguing nor arguing, and finally the two laughed heartily, which can also play a role in enhancing the relationship.

But it's okay to quarrel a lot, even once it leaves a gap in the relationship, no matter how insignificant the gap is.

Humming a song and returning to the office, Xiaolan was washing dishes in the kitchen, Uncle Maori was watching a reasoning program on TV, and Conan was sitting on the sofa playing chess with himself.

"It's just right to come back, are you playing chess?"

Conan raised his head to look at Guangyou, and stretched out his hand to indicate the opposite position on the sofa.

"Row."

Guangyou sniffed, and sat on the sofa to help Conan arrange the chessboard.

It just so happens that there is nothing to do, and it is good to exercise your mind by playing chess with you.

After placing the chess pieces, Conan looked at the positions of the chess pieces, raised his head and asked, "Are you red and I am black?"

"It's up to you." Guangyou waved his hand and urged, "I'll let you go first."

Conan didn't shirk. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand and moved the soldier forward, and then he asked, "I forgot to ask before, did you do that?"

Guangyou looked at the chessboard, stretched out his hand and made a move, and nodded after a moment of hesitation: "I did it."

Conan's eyes darkened when he heard it, and after he made a move, he asked inexplicably, "Why?"

Guangyou's tone was very calm, his eyes were full of firmness, and his chess moves seemed to be stronger: "Whether intentional or unintentional, he should never have tried to put my family in danger."

After Conan heard the answer, the hand that fell suddenly froze in the air.

Did he mean family?

At this moment, these two light words seemed to weigh heavily on Conan's heart, and those words kept lingering in his mind.

Conan heard correctly, no matter it was Xiaolan, Uncle Mori, Fei Yingli, and Guangyou who took care of him on weekdays, they all remembered it in his heart.

He lives here on loan, so he is an outsider, but none of the Maoli family regards Guangyou as an outsider.

I will bring him some delicious food, and I will remember him if I have fun.

Dr. Ali is like a grandpa who spoils his children. He goes camping every now and then. During these times, he could have invented some small objects to make money.

Not to mention there is a Xiao Ai who will develop into a family member in the future.

In Guangyou's heart, although blood relationship may not be related, it is no different from family members.

For a long while, or maybe in an instant, Conan's thousands of thoughts turned into a sigh, and he dropped the chess piece he thought he hadn't dropped for a long time: "You shouldn't do it, he will be punished."

Guangyou nodded, neither objecting nor agreeing, but silently played the next move.

Conan looked at the chessboard and pondered for a moment, then dropped a piece, and his words were full of regret: "You really shouldn't do it. Our duty is to catch the criminal, and he naturally has the law to judge him."

He didn't want Guangyou to continue to do such things, he wanted to try to change Guangyou's mind.

However, Guangyou's thoughts were not so easily changed.

Guangyou raised his head after falling down, with a flat expression: "You are a detective, I am not, I have my code of conduct and bottom line, if he wants to blow up the Tokyo Tower, I don't care."

"Even if he hurt 1000 or [-] million people in Tokyo, there is no fluctuation in my heart. The most I can do is catch him, beat him up and throw him in the Metropolitan Police Department."

"But he's now trying to put people who could count as family in danger, and I can't stand that."

"You can call me cold-blooded, but that's who I am."

Conan was silent, he didn't know how to answer these words for a while.

After a while, there was another meaning in his eyes, and he said, "But you won't kill him."

"I heard the scene was miserable."

"It looks miserable, but it's not bad for him. He smiled at the last second, and he will keep that smiling face forever. It seems a bit cheap for him to say."

Guangyou dropped the last kick with a blank face, then propped his hands on his knees and walked upstairs, leaving only a soft sentence, "General, I won."

The decibels of the conversation between the two were deliberately lowered, so Xiaolan and Uncle Mao Li naturally didn't hear it.

Conan stared at the chess game that was over, shook his head, and whispered softly: "The chess is won, but you are still wrong, and the mistake is outrageous."

"Wrong"

His whispering was not heard by Guangyou who was sitting at the desk, if he heard it, he would just curl his lips in disdain.

As for regret?

Forget it, everyone has his own values, you can't force them.

If the murderer really just wanted to hurt those 1000 to [-] million people, he really didn't feel anything.

anyway in japan
He has no deep feelings for this Japanese island.

Even if the island sank now, as long as it didn't affect the people around him, he didn't care at all.

Guangyou knew he was wrong, but if he was asked to choose again, he would still choose the same option.

Originally, he just wanted to solve the prisoner, and then throw that person to Mei Hezi, to solve the knot in Mei Hezi's heart.

But that man has gone too far.

At this time, a text message from the mobile phone interrupted Guangyou's contemplation, and he took out the mobile phone to check, it was Xiao Ai's.

"Come to pick up the clothes tomorrow."

Guangyou then smiled and replied: "Can I pack you up by the way?"

Xiao Ai's message was quickly replied: "It's a beautiful idea, just clothes, at most let you pack a little lunch for tomorrow."

Guangyou replied: "That's not impossible, but what is there tomorrow?"

"It's good to have it, still choose?"

This reply was followed by another one, "What do you want to eat?"

After reading this news, Guangyou smiled helplessly but happily, but his hands kept saying, "I want to eat you."

The lines in the reply letter were full of threats: "I'll give you another chance."

Guangyou nodded his chin with his finger, and after thinking for a few seconds, he replied, "Can you make me a sandwich? I want peanut butter and blueberry jam sandwich."

"Ah."

After seeing the reply, Guangyou put down the phone, got up and walked to the window.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes flickered, but his heart was full of thoughts.

Do you know who knows about worries, how many burdens in the world are the same?
What does this body look like in a daze, just like plantains in a shower.

"This poem is for myself."

Guangyou's eyes reflected the appearance of the starry sky, and he laughed at himself, "It feels very appropriate."

(End of this chapter)