[Net King + Conan] Time Lost City

In fact, the root cause of this matter was only a discussion after the issuance of a good person card.

Muliu's friend Zaotomezhixia is an out-and-out venomous tongue. After Muliu rejected a suitor, the boy who looked like a passer-by was very unwilling to ask the reason for the rejection.

In fact, she doesn’t feel it, doesn’t look right, etc., can be a reason for rejection, but Mu Liu is not Zaotome Natsu, and she is not so decisive, so she hesitates and wants to minimize the damage: "You Nice, just not exactly my type."

"Then what type does Asakura-san like?" The boy still didn't give up, and he had the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Mu Liu is still organizing her words, although she seems to be in a daze, Saotome Natsu beside her has already urged impatiently: "Hurry up, the man Mu Liu likes has a face like a groundhog that has lost its hair. Long enough to stab you to death."

The male god was attacked by his friend, and Mu Liu reflexively counterattacked: "Then the face of Keigo Atobe you admire is the buttocks of a marmot with hair plucked."

In fact, Mu Liu doesn't remember what that Atobe Jingwu looks like at all, but He Zhixia's way of getting along with each other is always the same, and the way we express our friendship is so close to each other.

After she finished speaking, the entire corridor fell silent, Mu Liu belatedly glanced at Zhixia, she seemed to be too stiff to speak, and the expression on her face was as vivid as if she was possessed by a zombie.

Mu Liu saw her tablemate again, eh, why did he appear here...

Hochotaro's face, which is always shy, is full of horror and despair: "Aki... Asakura-san... Department... Minister... Asakura-san must not have done it on purpose..."

Mu Liu looked bewildered.

"Huh? You are not a gorgeous woman, you say that my uncle's face is like a plucked groundhog's butt?" This extremely magnetic voice is now like a sharp scalpel, capable of cutting your cunt inch by inch. Bloodline, let your soul fly for a moment.

Asakura Muliu felt that there would never be another man in her life who could impress her so deeply, what a handsome and gorgeous face, the whole face was like a perfect work carved by a sculptor, even Anger is always so imposing, but at this moment, this face is half green, like a groundhog covered with seaweed... Wait... Wait!Now is not the time to think about these things!Mu Liu hugged his head and howled, motherfucker!Got caught for speaking ill!what to do!Sister Miwako, come and save me!Tears flow and flow...

"Sorry, I really didn't mean that... I didn't mean to talk about you..." Mu Liu shook his head, honestly making up for the mess he poked.

"Didn't you mean who is this uncle talking about? Why doesn't this uncle know that there are people with the same name as this uncle in the school?" It's a pity that the other party is not easy to fool, and Atobu Jingwu looked at Mu Liu condescendingly.

"I..." Mu Liu paused, she frowned and hesitated to speak, "It's just a metaphor..."

As a result, Atobu's face turned greener, and he gritted his teeth: "You mean that you compare me to a groundhog that has plucked its hair?"

Mu Liu trembled, and she said cautiously: "No...it's just the shape of the face..."

Atobe Keigo:……

Onlookers: ...

Asakura-san, are you sure you're not adding fuel to the fire?Feng Changtaro held his forehead, and couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

Zhixia next to Muliu is still pretending to be a corpse, hey, he knows that this guy has never been reliable, please come and explain...

Feng Changtaro, who was in a dilemma, finally decided to stand up, and Mu Liu was moved by his righteous words. Thank God, I really didn't mean it... tt

"Asakura-san, please forgive me..." In the end, what he said was shocking.

"Feng Jun... I think there is an irreparable crack in the friendship between us..." Mu Liu covered his face and was messed up in the wind.

"I'm sorry, Asakura-san..." If I help you, I will fail the training in the afternoon... Hocho Taro's face turned red again, as shy as a gardenia.

Feng Jun...it's shameful to be cute...

"It's okay, I forgive you." What's more shameful than being cute is that there is no limit to integrity...

Finally, Keigo Atobe was taken away by Mu Liuqi. As soon as he left, Saotome Natsu finally stopped holding his corpse and quickly came back to life. She held Mu Liu's hand with a peach blossom face: "Oh my God! You are so angry Imposing, so handsome! What should I do Mu Liu! I think I'm going to marry Atobe-kun!"

"..." Ever since he got to know Saotome Natsu, Mu Liu would go to school every day to reflect on what it means to be careless in making friends and make friends in groups.

Going home at night, Matsuda did not come back, Muliu cooked himself a plate of quick-frozen wontons, and ate until he was full. After washing the dishes and doing homework, Muliu told Hattori about this sad misunderstanding on the Internet.

Soon the other party's reply came: Hu(xi)mo(wen)shun(le)mao(jian)

Angrily, Mu Liu changed hands and clicked on the twitter page, and posted a weibo about making friends carelessly, and added Hattori Kazunoka, and after thinking about it, she added Hochotaro.

There were replies and retweets on Twitter very quickly. The replies included Hattori's schadenfreude laugh, Zhixia's nymphomaniac declaration that he didn't answer the question completely, and Feng Jun's serious retweet and apology. Mu Liu lazily browsed the homepage while holding a teacup , In less than 1 minute, her tweet was forwarded again.

Clicking on it, Muliu sprayed a sip of black tea directly onto the screen. Looking at the gorgeous and coquettish profile picture, it's not Keigo Atobe who is, Master Atobe wrote gorgeously on the repost: Uh huh, Chotaro , I think you really made friends carelessly.

Meaningful meaning.

Master Atobe, how can you be so idle!Sister Miwako!I think I need quick-acting heart-relief pills!

After that, Feng Changtaro's embarrassing expression and Zhixia's crazy forwarding: male gods begging for mutual fans! ! ! !

Mu Liu closed the webpage with lingering fears, and another message came from Hattori, this time it was a serious analysis post: If the person you offended is really as powerful as you said, I don't think you need to worry. He will probably feel that you are using this method to get his attention or something. If you don't provoke him again, he will definitely not take any revenge. Don't worry, he won't remember who you are after a while.

Hattori Heiji said "I often have this kind of trouble of being pursued", and his tone was all kinds of pretending and beating, but because he finally said a few human words, Mu Liu Rarely did not refute.

Master Atobe, please forget about this, your support club is terrible tt

After drinking a cup of hot tea, it was past ten o'clock, and Matsuda hadn't come back yet. Mu Liu washed his face, patted some milk on his face for beauty treatment, and then walked to the balcony barefoot.

The soft high beam slowly permeates, and a few cool breezes blow in, which is just the right coolness. Looking around, the goal is the dimly lit city that never sleeps, and the nightlife of Tokyo Bay has just begun.

Mu Liu went to the kitchen and took out another bag of wontons, two preserved eggs, and a frozen sausage from the refrigerator. Cut the preserved egg into pieces and mixed with vinegar, and then sprinkled a few drops of sesame oil on it. The sausage was turned in the microwave for 5 minutes , It is fragrant and hot.

Matsuda Jinpei pushed open the door with a tired body, and saw his little girl sitting in a rocking chair in a daze, with a book on her lap, and a cup of cold black tea on the coffee table.

Hearing the movement, she turned her head and yawned without warning.

Matsuda pretended to be angry: "The child is growing up, so go to bed soon."

Mu Liu ignored him, and went straight to the kitchen. The moment he passed by, Mu Liu paused after smelling the faint smell of alcohol on his body.

The water in the pot was boiling, but Mu Liu didn't move, and asked sideways: "Vodka, probably peanuts and potatoes, have you had dinner yet?"

Matsuda changed his shoes, sat directly at the dining table, picked up a piece of preserved egg with chopsticks, and said inarticulately: "A colleague was broken in love, and he took me to drink and have some snacks, but actually didn't eat anything."

Mu Liu felt relieved and poured all the wontons into the boiling water.

Turning day and night upside down, eating irregularly, and working day and night, these are all bad habits of Matsuda Jinpei, and there is another one, extremely picky eaters, such as never eating celery and cauliflower, no ginger in dumplings, no soup Putting coriander, such a person is used to being unfettered and lonely, and I don't know how he has lived so well-dressed all these years, but after having Mu Liu and Sato Miwako, these things have improved a lot.

Once you get used to this kind of humanistic care, you can't give it up. A room is no longer empty and cold, and they are no longer alone with each other. They are a family that depends on each other.

"By the way, Heiji and Heye are coming over this weekend." After finishing the report, Mu Liu was going to sleep, and the work of washing dishes was not in her charge.

Matsuda swallowed a dumpling and didn't care about the news. Matsuda's house is big enough to accommodate several people, and Hattori would eat and live there without guilt every time he came to Tokyo.

"I guess it's because of Kaitou Kidd." Satisfied, Matsuda's mind was still quite flexible, "The boy who came here recently is probably chasing you."

Half a mocking tone.

Mu Liu just felt it was funny, rubbed his temples and wrinkled into a bun face: "How can you bring your childhood sweetheart to chase someone every time, he is not you."

Without showing any mercy, Matsuda couldn't deny it: "I have come here quite a few times. By the way, his father and your father are old acquaintances. We also met a few times."

Mu Liu nodded: "But they are just acquaintances. I came to Dad's funeral, but I really know Heiji. It should be in the summer camp of the National Three Kendo Department. Unfortunately, a murder happened during the event, so the impression Deeper."

"How impressive?" Matsuda had almost eaten, picked up a stack of entertainment newspapers and flipped through them.

Mu Liu scratched his hair, and seemed reluctant to mention that matter: "The deceased was Heiji's classmate at the time, and it was a murder of love. Based on my observation and reasoning, I regarded Heiji as the murderer... Misleading the police's thinking. "

"Don't say you are a fan of Sherlock Holmes next time, you have lowered the average IQ." Matsuda turned a page of the newspaper expressionlessly.

Mu Liu drooped the corner of his mouth, very frustrated: "Actually, what I discovered was correct, but some detailed reasoning was wrong. I thought it was according to the book, but in the end Heiji-kun used his excellent reasoning to find out. The real murderer came out. I felt very sorry for Heiji-kun at the time, so I didn't hand over the love letter written by the deceased to Heiji when I found it. I gave it to Kazuha directly. The content of the letter is quite explicit. We are all too precocious... Where did I just say? Oh, yes, Kazuya was very angry when he saw it, and pushed Heiji-kun from the second floor to the first floor at once, so that time Heiji-kun said that he had an impression of me It's very profound."

"He didn't kill you later, which shows that your friendship is really deep." The content was completely boring, and Matsuda closed the newspaper and concluded, "Although you have some talents in detail observation, you don't have another necessary condition for a detective. IQ is really flawed... so don't try to become a detective like Sherlock Holmes."

"I will work hard to surpass the male god!" Mu Liu's expression was as firm as a rock.

"I think you're thinking too much..."