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

Chapter 730 Stubborn Conan

After 10 minutes, Guangyou was almost done cleaning up.

Before leaving the kitchen, Guangyou said hello to Xiaolan: "Sister Xiaolan, I'm almost done tidying up, so I'll go back to my room to rest for a while."

"Well, thank you Guangyou for your help." A smile appeared on Xiaolan's face.

Since she had Guangyou in her family, she felt that the burden on her body was much lighter.

She cooks most of the time at home, but Guangyou occasionally helps cook a meal or two when she is busy or feels a little tired.

If he got up early in the morning, he would often help them prepare breakfast.

After eating, Guangyou will help her clean up together, and usually also help with some housework.

In her opinion, Guangyou is a very good child.

"You're welcome." Guangyou smiled back, and said indifferently, "I've already called you sister, so why thank you, that's all right, sister Xiaolan, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

After speaking, Guangyou dried his hands with a towel, turned and left the kitchen.

Looking at Guangyou's back, Xiaolan suddenly chuckled: "Sister? You're pretty good."

At this time, Guangyou had already left the kitchen and came to the living room, so naturally he didn't hear Xiaolan's voice.

In the living room, Uncle Mori was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, concentrating on watching Yoko Okino's variety show.

The newspaper had already been collected by him and put aside.

His eyes swept across the newspaper, Guangyou didn't step forward, just glanced at it, and then went straight to the room.

He was not interested in the few incidents of arson.

Pushing open the door, Guangyou saw Conan sitting at the table, looking like he was thinking.

"Are you thinking about those arson incidents?" Guangyou sat on the bed, looked at Conan, and asked.

"Well, it's boring now anyway." Conan nodded and said solemnly.

Hearing this answer, Guangyou was a little speechless.

Sure enough, there is still too little homework.

"Then keep thinking, I won't bother you anymore." Guangyou lay down on the bed, prepared salted fish for a while, and then went to take a bath.

"I always feel that this case is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember it for a while."

When I first read it, I thought it was nothing, but now that I calmed down and thought about it carefully, Conan always felt that he had encountered similar cases before.

"Your delusion." Guangyou responded casually, "Sometimes I also have the illusion of 'this thing seems to have happened before', just ignore it."

"No, I seem to have met it." Conan denied.

"Then keep thinking about it," Guangyou said helplessly, "Just leave this matter to the police, there's nothing wrong with you."

"That's what I said, but it's too boring now, and I can't sleep, so I just use this to kill some time." Conan sighed, "It's a pity that there are no clues now."

In fact, he really wanted to go to the scene of the crime to take a look, maybe he could find some key clues, so as to catch the serial killer.

But this idea is not very realistic.

Unless he became an eyewitness, or followed Uncle Maori to handle the case, it was absolutely impossible for him to intervene based on his current situation.

But if there are really only these two methods, then Conan thinks it's better not to let himself intervene.

He was thinking about the case over there, while Guangyou was lying on the bed and sending messages to Xiao Ai.

True, he was not interested in those few arson incidents, but it also reminded him.

There is a dangerous person in Tokyo who likes to play with fire.

Xiao Ai must be reminded.

"Xiao Ai, there was an arsonist in Tokyo recently, and he hasn't been caught yet. If you find any suspicious people nearby, you must notify me first."

After editing the text message, Guangyou pressed the send button.

Not long after, Xiao Ai replied: "Is it the recent consecutive arson incidents? I know that, and I will be careful. Don't worry."

"Well, remember, if you find a suspicious person, please notify me immediately." Guangyou asked again.

A few seconds later, Xiao Ai replied:
"I know, I will tell you, let's not talk about it, I have to do research, you go to bed early."

"Well, I got it." Guangyou smiled slightly, edited the text message and sent it.
"Good night."

"Good night."

Putting away the phone, Guangyou stood up, sat up from the bed, glanced at Conan who was still thinking about the case, and couldn't help complaining: "It's Conan who has been thinking for so long without any clues."

Without disturbing Conan, who was immersed in thinking about the case, Guangyou took the pajamas, left the room, and walked to the bathroom.

The feeling of hot water soaking his whole body made Guangyou let out a sigh of relief.

"shuang"

With the passage of time, the fatigue accumulated on weekdays slowly disappeared.

The muscles of the whole body relaxed, and a sense of sleepiness surged into his heart. Guangyou couldn't help but yawned, and a drop of crystals secreted from the corner of his eyes.

This crystal drop slid down the cheeks, and finally gathered in the water of the bathtub.

After feeling that it was almost time to soak, Guangyou got up, stepped out of the bathtub, dried himself with a bath towel, changed into pajamas, opened the door, and left the bathroom.

Back in the room, Conan was still thinking about the case.

Seeing this picture, Guangyou was speechless.

I haven't been to the scene of the crime, and I don't have any useful clues at hand.

Why can Conan think so long?
This is too boring.

"Are you still thinking about those arson incidents?" Guangyou sat cross-legged on the bed and said, "It's useless to think about it, and there are no useful clues."

"No." Conan shook his head and explained, "I was just thinking, did the arsonist really just want to provoke the police, or did he have another purpose."

"What are you thinking about so much?" Guangyou rolled his eyes at Conan, "Even if you figure it out, there is nothing you can do. There is no evidence to identify the murderer, and there is no detailed address of the next arson site. You might as well go to bed early."

As he spoke, Guangyou reached out and stroked his hair.

After feeling that he was almost done, Guangyou got back into his bed.

"Don't think about it so much, go take a shower and go to bed, you have to go to school tomorrow." Guangyou said disgustedly, "It's really free."

"Okay." Conan thought so too.

No matter how much he thinks here, it won't have any substantive effect.

If you want to catch the criminal, at least let him go to the crime scene first.

After thinking it over, Conan got up from the chair, took a set of pajamas, and left the room.

At this time, Guangyou had already closed his eyes, recalling the scene on the green field today, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

With fond memories on his pillow, Guangyou soon fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ai in her pajamas returned to the basement.

Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, Xiao Ai said softly: "It's already this time, um. It's time to sleep too."

But her hair is not dry yet, so it is not suitable to sleep like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Ai took a step forward, walked to the desk, picked up a notebook on the desk, and pulled out the paper sandwiched in the middle.

Spreading out the paper, looking at the painting on it, she smiled slightly.

After looking at it for a few minutes, Xiao Ai reached out and touched her hair. After feeling that it was almost dry, she said softly with a smile on her lips, "Go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)