Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

In the middle of the night, moonlight passed through the edge of the window and quietly spilled on the bed.

The girl was trapped in the soft pink duvet, with only a small head exposed.

Under the moonlight, the girl's thin eyelashes suddenly moved, and then she opened her big clear eyes.

"Hongshu." Huihara Ai called to the empty room, "Is my brother asleep?"

The mobile phone she placed on the bedside table turned on the screen, and Hongshu's voice came: "Judging from the fluctuation of the brain supplement signal, Jingguang's brother is already asleep, and he is still asleep."

"That's good." Hui Yuan sighed in relief and quickly lifted the quilt to get up.

Under the quilt, Hui Yuanai is wearing a black night suit, which is very cool.

She took Hiroki and left the bedroom lightly and walked downstairs.

Every time she walked, she had to stop and listen carefully to the movement of her brother's room, to make sure she didn't get caught before she dared to move on.

Because of being too cautious, Hui Yuanwei spent 20 minutes to escape home successfully.

At the door of Asano's house, Huihara sighed sadly: "It's okay, but my brother should be easy to wake up. He has always had a light sleep."

"Of course, as an agent, if you are not vigilant, you won't know how to die."

Huiyuan said earnestly: "That's why I said I would add sleeping pills to his dinner. I am a professional, and I can control the dosage so that it won't cause damage to his body."

Hong Shumo: "..."

Prescribe medicine to the public security police Zhu Fu Jingguang and the high-level organization Mezcal?

Sister, are you serious? Are you serious?

Ai Huihara took Hiroki to a taxi, and her destination was a biological research institute outside Tokyo—of course, it was abandoned.

As the former chief researcher of the organization research group, Hui Yuanai is familiar with the layout here.

Shortly after she fled the organization, the institute was abandoned, but she was certain that the organization could not transfer all the data.

"So how many research institutes have you abandoned?" Hongshu couldn't help but complain, "It's too wasteful, it's a prodigal!"

Hui Yuanai seriously corrected him: "Please don't use'you' to refer to the organization. I am no longer a member of the organization, and there is a qualitative difference from them."

Hongshu helplessly: "Hi, hi, what you say is what you say. But Xiao Ai, have you ever considered a question, in case, I mean in case, in case our actions tonight are discovered by your brother, he will How to do it?"

Hui Yuan's movements became stiff, and he paralyzed himself: "It won't be discovered."

"You are his sister, so probably there will be no problem. But what about me?" Hongshu wanted to cry without tears, "Will I be directly obliterated by him?"

"How come?" Hui Yuanai comforted him, "You are your brother's assistant, and he still needs your help to do a lot of things."

"I watched a lot of movies about artificial intelligence when I was okay recently, and those AIs basically didn't end well." Hongshu shivered and tried to persuade Huihara to give up, "Or we should go back? We can explain it now. Say you can't sleep and go shopping at night."

"No!" Hui Yuanai denied without hesitation.

Hongshu suddenly had a bitter face.

Huihara said solemnly: "I can't let my brother know that I'm going to experiment with myself. He will never agree to it, so I can only get the information by myself."

"But……"

"Hush." ​​Hui Yuanai interrupted him, "We have entered the scope of the institute's management. Be careful."

...

Xinfan couldn't think that Huiyuanai was so bold, just as he didn't think that Hongshu would let this behavior or even become an accomplice.

The next day, seeing Hui Yuanwei who had obviously not slept all night, Xinfan only assumed that she had been experimenting all night again.

Maori Detective Agency——

Xinfan was sitting on the sofa, with a laptop in front of him, and the two people's information was displayed on the screen. Mouri Kogoro reads the newspaper while watching TV. In short, the only two workers in the firm are out of work.

"What!" Mouri Kogoro was angrily. "This number nine is too bad. You can't even get in the top three. Before the game, he dared to talk and confuse us!"

Xinfan's gaze fell on a name, lost in thought.

Hagiwara Chisuke, does she know anything?

"Hey! Asano!" Mouri Kogoro suddenly appeared behind Nobuhiro, "What are you looking at?"

He looked at Xinfan's computer and found that there was only one file on it, which recorded the most recent entrusted information.

Seeing this, Kogoro Mouri was immediately discouraged: "What? You can be so fascinated by the commissioning information. I thought you were looking at beautiful photos."

After Kogoro Moori left, Shinshige switched the interface to the profile of Kenji Hagihara and Jinpei Matsuda.

"You lost your horse betting again?" Xin Fan asked.

Kogoro Mouri's expression froze, "How can I say'again'? I only lost this time this week!"

"But today is Monday." Xinfan said blankly.

"..."

The well-dressed anchor on TV is reporting: "Next week will usher in the annual Suzuki express train departure ceremony. This station has the honor to interview the Suzuki Foundation..."

Mouri Kogoro's attention was immediately drawn to the news-the beauty anchor in the story.

"Ah, the Suzuki express train is about to depart again." Kogoro Mouri daydreamed happily. "I heard that the train is completely modeled on the style of the last century and is similar to the western express."

"It's the Orient Express, "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie." Nobuhiro reluctantly corrected. "As a detective, you want to learn a little about the master of inference literature, right?"

Kogoro Mouri said indifferently: "Anyway, I don't rely on detective novels to reason, it's okay."

Xinfan nodded in agreement.

Also, Uncle Maori has always relied on plug-ins to reason, and his plug-in is still a loyal fan of Conan Doyle~www.readwn.com~Alas. "The uncle sighed, "If only I could take the Suzuki's express train once, the decoration on it must be gorgeous." "

When he said, his eyes kept drifting towards Xinfan.

Xinfan knew what he meant, but he pretended not to understand: "Ask Miss Yuanzi, she is the second lady of the Suzuki Foundation, and she should be able to buy internal tickets."

"It's not alright to always trouble her..."

"Anyway, the office has no money lately." Shinshihan put the account book in front of Kogoro Mouri, "This month because you did not receive an order, the office has already run into a deficit. If this continues, we will probably be able to declare bankruptcy soon. "

"Wait, wait, don't you have other industries?"

"You mean the music classroom?" Xin Fan asked with a smile.

Mouri Kogoro thought of the poor neighbors downstairs, and silently retracted the words he was about to export.

Forget it, his agent is not easy.