Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 135 My Old Qin Has Done Three Things for You Again
When Bei.Face Brushing Artifact.Feng went upstairs again with a cardboard stepping board borrowed from Lao Wang next door, Conan had already scouted in the yellow water, and a certain Muggle police officer, Shancun Cao, looked a little unnatural.

What is this kid doing?Why are you so interested in my ghost exorcising artifact—the bodily fluids of adult virgins?
Yamamura kept his face on the surface, but secretly put a strange label on Conan in his heart: the philosopher Xiaowazi.

Conan's sneakers had been dyed yellow, Conan frowned, and stuck a little on the ground with his hands, rubbed it, it didn't stick to his hands, slid his feet around, didn't slip, tasted it, and it didn't stick to his teeth.

Wait, it's time to say something, I, Conan, didn't lick urine, really!
Conan wiped the yellow wall clean with a dark face, but he didn't know that the wall was also yellowed by human body dye.

As soon as Beifeng placed a piece of cardboard, Mori Kogoro had already stepped forward. As for Police Officer Megure, who was wearing it on his feet, there was a crisp sound when he stepped on it, just like the shoes worn by a baby when he was learning to walk. It was very interesting.

Conan saw that the plank was set up, and hurriedly stepped on it. Seeing the water on the soles of his shoes, Xiaolan kindly refused him and pushed Conan away.

"Brother Beifeng, let me go up!" Conan waved his hands and began to stomp his feet to show cuteness, water splashed everywhere, Xiaolan clenched his fists beside him, his head was full of black lines, and he was about to shoot the arrow that was about to learn how to leave the string.

"Please get out of here mellowly, learn your name, and then be cute and beat you up." Beifeng directly came with a wave of quality three times, his tone seemed calm, and he would beat you with a stick in the next second.

I don’t know if it’s a hallucination, but Conan seemed to see that devilish man, in Conan’s eyes, suddenly turned into a little devil with horns and a wagging tail, and a little red book beside him was dancing happily , the cover page is a funny smiling face, Conan shrunk his neck, very conscientiously and obediently continued to bleed.

The baby feels bitter, but the baby doesn't say anything.

Conan was distressed, and suddenly saw that the yellow in front of him was replaced by a piece of warm log-colored cardboard. Morihara Hokaze said no, but his body honestly put a floor mat for Conan. Conan sniffed his nose and was moved. In a hurry, I feel that this brother is not in vain.

The next second, Beifeng patted him on the shoulder: "Son... I made a mistake again: Pippi Shrimp, let's go."

Conan's emotion froze on his face.

(Д`)彡┻━┻

……

After calming down, Conan took a deep breath, stepped on the mat as a skateboard to wipe his urine, and sighed.

To be honest, today's detective is a skilled job, not only the skill is good, but also the stomach is tested.For example, cleanliness is absolutely unacceptable. When it comes to the scene, you either wear a skirt to make blood on your butt, or step on the urine. Conan, born in response to his name, is really too difficult.

"Northern wind, I think this place is weird." Conan held his chin and thought. In the room where the homicide happened in front, the long tongue of the hanged woman was sticking out. Looking at the face, it looked familiar.

"Little pupil!"

The eye frames are protruding, the beautiful eyes have turned into protruding dead fish eyes, the eyeballs are bloodshot, the beautiful bumps on the neck show a blue-purple mark, the female corpse is as professional as Akai Shuichi who pretends to be dead and grows a pink tongue , she grew a ribbon.

Isn't this guy doing things for the organization? I remember that guy went undercover for a gangster. He went to hell for no apparent reason, and it was miserable. Is the legendary car rollover scene okay?
Conan took advantage of the fact that police officers Maoli and Mugure were looking for clues about the identity of the deceased, and began to observe carefully at the scene. He saw obvious red marks on the neck of the corpse, one by one, the old man blushed, and sighed fiercely.

He took a closer look at the rope that strangled the dead man. He turned his back and turned his head outwards. There were obvious signs of struggle. Of course, the most suspicious thing was that the slippers on the dead man's feet were neatly placed on the ground.

There was a faint touch of red floating on the wall, and the crisp sound of high heels sounded. Beifeng casually pointed at the ceiling, just a normal finger, and then, as if something invisible was caught, the sound of high heels instantly Disappeared, the indifferent man in the hood had a dull expression, and his tone was calm: "Sorry, I tore off the heel of your shoe."

Female ghost: "..."

A supernatural aura enveloped him in an instant. In the eyes of others, it was the mist rising around Beifeng for no reason, and there was a vague shadow in the mist.

The north wind slapped it like a mosquito.

"Crack~"

The mist was blown away by the "gentle" wind, and the ghost duck that had lost its front teeth sat on the ground, pitifully thrown into the reincarnation gate, Beifeng clapped his hands, turned around and left.

At the back, the poor handbook began to emit a little red light, gurgling blood kept gushing out from the handbook, the cold breath gradually melted in the warm sun, and a faint female ghost crawled out again.

"Didn't expect it, even the god of death can't do anything to ghosts, this world is over!" the female ghost murmured dimly, her gloomy eyes rolled, and she happened to meet a pair of dull and emotionally turbulent pupils.

Beifeng: "It's okay, I will make up the knife."

The female ghost was thrown into the reincarnation gate again.

After half a minute, she climbed out again.

lost again

Climb again,

leave,
climb

……

After several experiments, Beifeng finally confirmed the fact that the reincarnation gate of the underworld was malfunctioning, so it's no wonder.

He took one last look at the slapping lump on the ground, and struck out with a heavy fist, breaking up the soul group in front of him, digging out a black mosaic from inside, and the remaining soul group condensed back into the ignorant female ghost Soul, Xiaotong was thrown into the reincarnation gate with a dazed expression, and did not climb out again.

Beifeng didn't cast Xiaotong as a chicken or a bird this time, he cast her as an ostrich.

The long legs that Chunjingmen always dreamed of, one roasted, and one vodka meal can eat ten.

Just as he was thinking, the long-lost exclusive call rang, and he found an open place, Beifeng answered the phone, the familiar male voice on the opposite side was very calm, there was wildness in the calmness, rationality hidden in the wildness, he said solemnly: " Moet, I did three tasks for you today."

Beifeng: "Yes."

I thank you.

Gin: "..."

"I never help people for free, you have to help back."

"It's up to you to assign tasks, so use me as you please." Bei Feng replied solemnly.

Gin choked, looked at the chatting skills in his hand, slammed the book down, and asked freely, "Where are you? I'll come to you."

"Is something wrong?"

"fine."

"Then why?"

"do not know."

Gin took out a cigarette. At this moment, what was inhaled was the cigarette, what was blown was the wind, and the smoke was lingering. His indifferent eyes glanced at the vodka coldly, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Drive, Vodka."

"Must be there in five minutes."

The moved Hanhan and his girlfriend nodded frantically.

(End of this chapter)