Conan's winery play house

Chapter 534 Tetsuya Aoyagi: Unlucky

With the approval of his old father, Aituo put on the shirt he had taken off and left the base.

Papa and brother Suzi will take care of the next thing, so he doesn't need to think about it.

He just needs to obediently leave to find Xiushu and the others to play.

Everyone from the Silver Bullet is still waiting for him at the office.

He looked at the rain falling from the sky, ignored it, and continued walking.

In the office, a few elementary school students chatted occasionally while doing their own things.

Everyone was sweating on the fitness equipment.

Even Qingliu Zhe also failed to escape the fate of fitness.

He was sitting by the side holding the dumbbell with a ferocious expression, and beads of sweat dripped from his face.

"Regarding the incident of the spontaneous combustion of the employees of Mantiantang Company, the police have already given an explanation, saying that it is a situation that humans cannot explain at present..."

"The president of Mantiantang Company invited a witch to get rid of the filth, and performed a ritual of exorcising in the company building..."

"Mr. Mori Kogoro didn't question it either, and everything seems to be over like this." Qingliu Zhe also panted as if he just found a topic to talk about because the exercise was too boring.

Several primary school students in the movement listened with pricked ears.

Zhuxing Xiushu turned off the treadmill and walked down, casually wiped off his sweat with a towel, drank some water to slow his breathing, and then looked at Qingliu Tetsuya.

"At least everyone who was present at the time saw this. The human body spontaneously ignited and only burned itself to death. Even water could not extinguish the fire until the fire extinguished itself after the person was burned into charcoal."

"It has nothing to do with anyone else." Speaking of this, he twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously, and sneered condescendingly.

"If there is a murderer, if you want to find the murderer, you need to explain the situation first, but obviously, no one can explain this situation at present, otherwise the spontaneous combustion of the human body will not be regarded as a mystery by Europe and has troubled for a hundred years. "

"I can't explain it clearly, so there is no murderer." With a towel on his shoulders, he just sat on the sofa and picked up the newspaper casually.

"The human body puzzle that Mori Kogoro can't solve, I don't like this title." He held up the newspaper, shaking the newspaper as if disgusted by the title.

The few people who were friends looked at each other, and quickly figured out why Hideki Morohoshi didn't like this title.

Mori Kogoro can't help it, it seems that Mori Kogoro is very powerful.

It's totally normal for Zhuxing Hideki not to like it.

"Reporters do this in order to increase the sales of newspapers. They take some headlines that don't make any sense. Don't compete with them, Xiu Shu." Jiang Shouhuang comforted his friend with a smile.

"Most people have been deceived by reporters who write blindly. Only a few people have the ability to think independently. There is no need to care about blind guys." Takizawa Susumu also followed suit.

They look down on most people in the world.

"Newspapers are the mouthpiece of the society, and they must have the right to speak at all times..." Zhu Xingxiu didn't look down on reporters that much.

Journalists are still useful.

"If you want, you can ask Jiang Shou's newspaper to write more news about the silver bullet, because none of the major newspapers have a photo of our face, and we are considered by the outside world to be the most mysterious detective team." Kikukawa Seiichiro picked up He looked at his notes and said with a smile.

He often memorizes something.

"News..." The boy with a healthy wheat complexion raised his eyebrows.

"We'd better keep it a secret for now."

"As for the news..." His dark eyes looked at Tetsuya Qingliu.

"Has Holmes' tour group application been approved?" He asked the reporter in charge of the matter.

It was a natural gesture of treating Qingliu Tetsuya as a subordinate, or in other words...a servant.

If there is no case, there is no need to be in the news, and some trivial matters do not need to be in the news, and even if they are in the news, they will not show their faces.

Silver Bullet engraves the style of being a low-key person and doing things high-key into the bone.

"Of course, as I said, the head of the brigade will not reject us." Qingliu Zhe also answered affirmatively.

"Then when will we gather? Where will we gather?" Takizawa Shinya asked eagerly.

They have been very bored recently, and they haven't encountered many cases, so they can only find other things to play.

"I don't know about that. The head of the brigade said to keep the surprise, let us wait for the notification." Qing Liuzhe also changed the dumbbell to the other hand, and seemed to have some strength to answer.

"Whoa-"

The wind chime hanging at the gate rang.

The chat was interrupted, and everyone turned to look at the door.

The white-haired boy pushed the door open and entered. It was raining heavily outside, but he was dry all over.

The gray sweater did not show a trace of damp, the ruby ​​on the brooch was shining, the hair was clean, and the eyes were bright.

When you see it, you will think of a picture of a clear sky, even if it is pouring rain behind you.

The drizzle-wrapped wind blows into the office, cooling off the people who were already on fire from exercising.

"Aito, you're here."

"Sit down."

"What did you do before?"

Several elementary school students waved at the little friend who was late, and asked eagerly before the other party sat down.

Aito sat down in the seat specially vacated for him, and then began to answer other people's questions.

"I'm going to see a sister..." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy said it naturally, without any haze, as if he had no reservations and never thought of hiding it.

"Shouldn't be my real sister, sure enough, everyone has a lot of relatives." Takizawa Shin also winked for a long time, as if he wanted to hint something.

However, his white-haired little friend seemed to be unable to understand his hint, his eyes were ignorant and dazed.

"Does Elder Sister Ni look like you? How old are you?" Jiang Shouhuang asked curiously with a smile.

"Not like, six years older." Aito shook his head.

Whether it's hair color, eye color, or anything else, they don't look alike.

There is only one person in the organization who resembles him, brother Waldrom.

"It's not like..." A few primary school students muttered in disappointment.

"You have such a good relationship with those relatives." Kikukawa Seiichiro said with emotion.

There will be no such situation in their family. The person who needs his help must come to the door in person, otherwise it will be rude.

Even if it is a cousin, you need to maintain courtesy to him.

Because his name is Seiichiro, the eldest grandson of the Kikukawa family.

"The application for the Sherlock Holmes tour group has been approved, and we haven't given us the specific meeting time yet, but you'd better prepare in advance, because the head of the group might send a notification late at night..." Qingliu Zhe also showed a look as if recalling being caught by the society. The expression of memory when the unspoken rules were beaten.

"Just like some bosses who send messages at two or three o'clock in the morning." He said in a rather strange tone.

However, he was the only one present who had been severely beaten by the unspoken rules of society, and the other elementary school students only showed expressions of disapproval or indifference.

The young and old who were born at the top of the pyramid will probably never experience the feeling of being severely beaten by society in this life.

Of course they don't care about this. They estimate that in the future they will only become the boss who sends messages to his subordinates at two or three o'clock in the morning.

Qingliu Zhe also closed his mouth with a look of unhappiness.

(End of this chapter)