Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 140 Detonating the Ferris Wheel 【Part [-]】

Since that day, Gin has regained his dignity. He has gone through so much, but he is still the same Gin as before, without any change, time...he just has recognized himself.

Robbery... Uh-huh, the "Handbook for Men Chasing Men" that I borrowed for friendship is on the table, fingers touching the cover, and eyes flipping through the reward tasks on the international website.

When Belmode came over, he saw Gin working in a serious manner, and thought he was such a boring man. When she smiled charmingly, took a sip of the blue moon in the glass, and looked at the clean table, her eyes suddenly froze.

next second.

Belmode: "Pfft..."

A sip of transparent and fragrant wine glistened in the dark, beautifully poured at the feet of the gin.

Gin moved his feet back a little in disgust.

As expected of a relative, it's disgusting that she can't control her mouth like a baby, and drools indiscriminately.

Belmode held his neck and coughed violently, his charming face flushed like a big ripe cherry, his nose was pink and moist, his lips were pink and attractive, and his fingers were half covered with deep arcs and full .

However, Gin didn't even pay her a glance.

"Absinthe, if you want to die, please hang yourself, don't force me to waste bullets." The man looked at the phone calmly, said seriously, then frowned slightly, glanced at the water in the ground, and began to hesitate for a second whether to shoot.

Forget it, bullets are very expensive now. The book says that you can't waste your own resources when dealing with teammates. Either make her stupid or let her consume the enemy's resources.

In this day and age, there is no wife in wife cakes, and marshmallows are not cotton, so there is no money in your wallet.

"Absinthe, I have a friend who is male and likes male, what should I do?"

Belmode saw my friend with his own eyes, that is, my series.

How could Qin Jiu have friends? Even if he really agreed to be friends with someone, she guessed that he would put his gun on that person's head in the next second.

"I think, is there a way..." Belmode stepped on a cloth to wipe the floor carefully, and leaned over, planning to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jiu frowned suddenly.

"I haven't showered in a few days... stay away from me, understand?"

Belmod: "..."

The fist was clenched, and then slowly loosened.

Come on, that's fresh perfume every day!I, Belmode, obviously take a shower every day, okay?
"I wash it every day!" Belmode felt aggrieved.

Seemingly seeing what she was thinking, Gin glanced back at her: "Take a bath every day, are you proud?"

Belmode obediently closed his small mouth.

Gin slowly put the gun back in his pocket.

……

Moet's first day home, thinking.

Why don't you just move in and live with him?
Think about things while drinking gin.

"Peng"

Sister Bei, who wanted to escape, was in a hurry, and achieved the achievement of knocking the door with her head, and there was a loud bang. Qin Jiu got up and stepped on the wet rag, slid out like a dance, and split a big fork.

Gin relaxes.

Fortunately, I didn't sit down.

He stood up on the chair, pushed Belmord away, opened the door and walked out. Before Belmod followed, he pushed the door back with a million points of force, causing the hard door panel to hit his fragile forehead. As a result, Belmore De rolled his eyes, his eyes were snow-white, and he fainted.

Head hit on the rag.

Are there a few little stars on the head? It smells like rags.

……

(Don't even talk, the black organization is just a sand sculpture every day.)
……

"According to reliable news: "The day before yesterday, a large number of explosives containing ammonium nitrate were stolen by unknown persons in Dongyang Powder Depot. At present, the police have dispatched hundreds of people to carry out related search work. Citizens who know the relevant information are requested to assist the police in the investigation... "

The TV news in every household was swiped by the uncle's face, Dr. Ali's mansion, Conan lay dead on the sofa bed.

The doctor complained on the side: "It's really expensive to raise a Conan!"

Look at this, I lost my watch yesterday, and I don’t have a skateboard today. Dr. A Li doesn’t have much money.With resentful eyes, the doctor looked at the little boy who seemed to be struggling and was reluctant to change into new clothes, and finally heaved a sigh.

Conan felt like he was about to die.

Tomorrow is his birthday, and Xiaolan made an appointment with Kudo Shinichi to go to Mihua Movie City to watch a midnight movie at ten o'clock in the evening, and to celebrate his birthday with him.

But now that I am a son, I can't keep up with the appointment.

"Sorrow, worry, it's like a gust of spring breeze!"

The strange poem reminded the Doctor of something.

"I remember that Xiao Ai came to play with the children that day. She seemed to have mentioned... developed a special medicine that can grow bigger in a short time?"

Conan jumped up in an instant, his feet tapped the floor rhythmically, his eyes bright.

"Really?"

The doctor refused with an ugly face but still nodded.

Then as soon as Conan left, he immediately disliked the double chin.

I thought to myself that this kid is still in the growth period of unknown gender, and he is more skilled than Ayumi in selling cuteness.

……

Conan trotted all the way to Beifeng House.

So the windows of Beifeng's house were greeted affectionately again, and Tu Feimi and Conan, who were wiping a head on the sofa in the living room, stared wide-eyed.

Conan stepped on his feet, and finally barely exposed his eyes and looked at Tu Feimi, and Ju Shi turned into two pairs of big eyes facing each other.

Of course, Conan couldn't see the female ghost who didn't show up during the day. He patted the window and signaled Tu Feimi to open the window, but Tu Feimi of course refused to open it. The ghost and Conan are head to head, nose to nose, with only a thin glass separating their faces.

However, Conan didn't feel the cold and flinched, he still wanted to climb the window.

Tu Feimi took her head away, posted it herself and said seriously: "Go through the gate."

In order to get the medicine, Conan had to wrong himself and go through the gate.

Tu Feimi looked at the child with strange hobbies with black lines all over her head.

Hui Yuanai went downstairs wearing fluffy bunny slippers, just in time to see two little boys, one tall and one short, one with white hair and one with black hair. Floor, with a Pokémon exclusive smile.

Your Pokémon Xiaohuihui is online!

"You two, what kind of demons are you doing?"

"Xiao Ai, it's this front-loading washing machine whose feet got stuck on the door frame." Tu Feimi said in a low voice, "It's not that I want to see him, it's that he's suggesting that I pull him out."

Hui Yuanai's aura dissipated in an instant, she silently turned her head to look at the live screen, and turned her attention to the TV news report.

"Those gunpowder can be made into a lot of plastic bombs. If the prisoner messes around, it will be very bad. If the big detective doesn't go to the ends of the world to chase your prisoner, why are you here?"

Conan blushed.

"Hui Yuan, can you help me out first?"

Sure enough, he should open the window. Conan is destined to be at odds with the gate.

"Just take off your shoes."

Conan hesitated.

Fortunately, Hui Yuanai remembered and added: "No, I almost forgot your old sauerkraut-like beriberi."

"It's obviously the smell of stinky socks soaked in the pit for three days and three nights and sprinkled with salt and pepper." Tu Feimi took a sip of tea and corrected it expressionlessly.

"Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless! If you want to die, everyone will die together!"

Conan became angry all of a sudden, a detective's athlete's foot is inviolable, just a second before he was about to pull out his foot, his bony hands rubbed his head, and Conan was lifted out with his shoes.

"Foot smell is not terrible, if you take it out to smoke people without washing your feet, it's your fault." Beifeng touched the phone in his arms and handed it to Conan: "I'm looking for you.

"What... I obviously wash my feet every day! Boys who love to play football and have profuse sweat glands will certainly smell like shoes!"

"Washing your feet every day, you seem very proud?"

"Not anymore!" Conan stamped his feet eagerly with pouty eyes, but Beifeng didn't seem to care about his excuse, so he could only continue to ask: "Why did the call you gave me reach your mobile phone?"

"Well, Ah Li loves you so much, she didn't give the drum number, but gave me my number."

After finishing speaking, Beifeng held the clucking chicken in his hand, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, his pair of dull and emotionally fluctuating eyes looked in other directions, and a buddy with pink hair followed behind Beifeng, squinting his eyes and feeling tense. After changing his shoes, he came in, picked up the pot with his gloved hand, dangled in front of everyone, and said kindly: "Everyone is here, what a coincidence, I cooked too much again."

Your Cooking Maniac is online.

　Recommend the book "Crossover to Douluo and Become King" by the book friend Xiaocute, this brain hole is very good (/≧▽≦/)
　　


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