The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Funds, the second batch of investment is still on the way, don't worry, there will be bread."

The money from selling the car is still being laundered, and when it is laundered, there will naturally be money.It's really not good, my good brother Gin still has two helicopters, and those things are much more valuable than Porsches.

"I've never been in a hurry, it's just that someone has been talking about it." Ma Shengshi, who has never been worried about the lack of money, smiled at his friend, and the vague meaning in the words made Hui Yuanai secretly gritted his teeth .She can now be sure that this black-hearted doctor is just teasing herself.

"Speaking of which, there is that brat Kudo Shinichi. I remember that his family is quite rich, so why don't you invest some money in it? At least it's to help him research the antidote Lairuo."

Atsuto Yamashita, who opened the pull tab, thought of that stinky detective.

"It's not a good habit to count people behind their backs, Yamashita.

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Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Conan, who had arrived before the sound of anyone, stepped on the stair treads and tapped.

"What are you doing here?" Atsuto Yamashita, who had just inserted a straw into the can, sat on the sofa and asked without looking back.

"Yonko took Lan and your fiancée to see Kyogoku's real martial arts competition. Is it possible that I really have to do my homework at home?"

Conan's resentment is very heavy, very heavy.

But Atsuto Yamashita felt that this had nothing to do with him.

He also suggested that Mori Kogoro should pay attention to his children's learning problems.Even if it's a huh? Tree.

"Aren't you beside Detective Maori?" Atsuto Yamashita turned his head in horror.

He had heard Sato in the Metropolitan Police Department say don't make Mori and Megure wait, but this time

"Uncle went to a small-scale class reunion today. It seems to be a few classmates I contacted during the Chengshan Gaobo case. What should I do?" He was the spokesperson for the God of Death who went where to find the dead, and his face turned black.He almost raised the anesthesia watch in his hand and gave him an injection.

"What to drink? Coke or Fanta?"

"What kind of Coke does the child drink, and the hair doesn't even grow back." The unrestrained Yamashita Toruto continued to be ambiguous.

He is very vengeful.

He still remembers the one-to-one reenactment of Conan in the hospital before.

It is not a gentleman not to avenge this revenge.

"Coke, thank you.") Conan didn't bother to deal with the man's ambiguity: "Yamashita, haven't you found a way to open the disk with the drug information before?"

"I'm looking for it." Conan was suspicious.Out of politeness, he felt that this was perfunctory.However, Atsuto Yamashita was very honest this time.He was really looking for it.

The murder incident in the video game city last time reminded him. He went to the developer of the virtual Imaging Interactive Fighting Game that both the deceased and the murderer were playing, and planned to check it out in a few days.After all, he didn't remember the name of the company that produced the virtual games in the theatrical version of The Dead on Baker Street, so he could only check one by one.

That artificial intelligence Noah's Ark.

"By the way, Chengshi, I'll ring! Atsuto Yamashita, who was about to ask Aso about the truth, suddenly rang.Caller ID - dear wife.

Seeing this greasy note, Conan, Aso Shi and Haibara Ai all frowned.

"How about Shi Yu, is my new ID photo very handsome?" Atsuto Yamashita, holding a Coke in his hand, showed his affection unscrupulously.

"That...Tutor, my parents are coming back for a short rest and want to see you."

?! Click!

The can burst instantly, and the splashed Coke sprayed Conan, Cheng Shi, and Haibara Ai on the faces of the three of them!

"Tuk-man? Tok-man are you listening, Tok-man?"

"Listening! Listening! Listening!"

"You said I remember, is there any precautions? What kind of cigarettes does your dad like? What kind of wine? What does your mother like? When will we meet? Are you at your house?"

"Does the elder have obsessive-compulsive disorder? When entering [ ], should I step with my left foot first or my right foot first?"

With an arch of his buttocks, he pushed Conan away who was in the way, and Yamashita Atsuto, who took out a pen and paper from the side cabinet in the living room with ease, had an unprecedented seriousness and seriousness.The three of them, whose faces were covered with cola, looked at each other.

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