[Net King + Conan] Time Lost City

The case was solved very smoothly, the murderer knelt on the ground to repent, Mu Liu saw Edo Chuan Xiaodouding coming out from behind Atobe, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the murderer with a little compassionate calm, at this time Atobe raised his right hand and rubbed his temple. He stood up straight, with a slender and beautiful figure.

It was only then that Mu Liu recalled asking the teacher to ask her the crime. She stared at Jibu, as if something was up and down in her heart.

Seeing Mu Liu, Conan's face was filled with an innocent and joyful smile, and his tone of voice rose as if he was about to burst out with joy: "Sister Qiancang, this big brother is amazing."

Mu Liu's thoughts were confused, his right eyelid was about to pop out, and his tone was rather perfunctory: "Really? Is that Kudo Shinichi as good as him?"

Sherlock Holmes in Heisei, she still knows this high school student.

Conan's expression changed, he sneered twice, and stopped talking.

Atobe remained silent, staring at Conan thoughtfully. Conan raised his head and looked at each other. He blinked, his lips squirmed, and said something silently.

Atobe looked away, as if lost in thought.

The police and onlookers in the small park gradually dispersed as the case was solved. Mao Lilan, Edogawa Xiaodouding's guardian, rushed to pick up Xiaodouding, panting.

Mu Liu and Atobe walked out of the park one after the other. Although some words were insincere, Mu Liu still said sincerely: "Student Atobe, I didn't expect you to have a talent for reasoning."

In the face of outstanding people who can shine, ordinary people are always easy to be outshone.

"It's not me." Atobe's tone was very light, without any emotion.

She couldn't keep up with her thinking, so Mu Liu took two quick steps and followed Ajibu, walking side by side. She half-raised her face to see Ajibu's expression, but she didn't see anything: "What did you say?"

But Atobe didn't answer the question. He looked at her, his eyes gradually congealed: "Didn't your reasoning in the first half be pretty good, that one named Edogawa... the child told me about your reasoning."

Mu Liu was a little depressed, and hung his head sullenly, innocent like a stray kitten in the rain: "I can only deduce the murderer's gender and height from the marks on his neck, but there are too many people in the park, the murderer may have already run away , so the possibility of closing the case today is very low, so Atobe-san, how did you find the murderer?"

Atobe looked at her silently for a while, and then replaced the question with the next topic: "Edogawa is the one whose host is in the Maori Detective's house, I remember you know him."

The topic shifted skillfully and naturally. Although Mu Liu was still obsessed with the last question, he still followed the train of thought along the way: "It's not considered acquaintances. The little ghosts that friends know are big. Today's children are relatively precocious. , the lines that talk about love make people feel ashamed."

Atobe sneered, an arrogant smile, and a touch of mockery: "Are you a brat?"

Mu Liu felt that something was a little strange, Atobu's behavior was not normal, she asked in a low voice: "Is there any problem with him?"

Uncle Atobe raised his eyebrows, and his phoenix eyes raised a gorgeous arc, and his eyebrows finally stretched: "Huh? You want to know? My uncle told you..."

Mu Liu immediately pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

"My uncle told you, this is a secret."

Fuck!Mu Liu swears directly, how can there be such a hateful bastard in the world!Of course, Mu Liu didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

The resentment accumulated in his heart was piled up layer by layer. Mu Liu was in such a bad mood that when they parted ways at the intersection, even saying goodbye to Mu Liu, he said in an extremely vicious tone: "Goodbye, classmate Atobe, Never see you again tomorrow!"

However, Mr. Atobu had a calm face, and turned a blind eye to Muliu's childish behavior. It was the kind of arrogant attitude that adults don't remember the villain's mistakes, but Tangchaozi looked at it reluctantly. Apples in Muliu's bag.

In this not-so-good evening, Atobu's last words to Mu Liu were: "My uncle thinks that little brat you mentioned is much more mature than you in terms of mental age."

... Sister Miwako... I really want to shoot him down!

Mu Liu opened the door with the key, but the door was unlocked. Matsuda came back so early today?This was an unexpected surprise. She opened the door, but the living room did not turn on the light. On the contrary, there was a faint smell of smoke floating in the air. Mu Liu turned on the light, and the room was suddenly bright. Yi Tuan lay there motionless, his body was wrapped in his coat, his face was pale, dense sweat covered his forehead, and his wet bangs hung haggardly by his face, motionless.

Mu Liu was taken aback, the bag in her hand fell to the ground, and the red apples immediately rolled everywhere. She dropped the things and rushed to the sofa. Half a cup of cold water was boiled, and without thinking, Matsuda had a stomach problem again, and stuffed medicine into his stomach indiscriminately.

Matsuda's eyelashes moved, he opened his eyes, but quickly closed them due to the glare of the light, Mu Liu had a clue in his mind, made sure that he was safe, and started to get busy.

First boil a pot of boiling water, then go to the kitchen to wash rice and make porridge. Drinking porridge is the most nourishing for the stomach. Without any ingredients, the purest white rice porridge is boiled until it is sticky and the rice grains are soft. Egg flowers are added and mixed into white porridge. The vegetarian ones are basically not salty.

Mu Liu hadn't been learning how to cook for a long time, but she was full of interest and was quite talented in it. She served the porridge, and Matsuda had already adapted to the light, and sat up halfway. Stomach, I think the effect of the drug is not very great.

Mu Liu opened the refrigerator and took a look, she snorted coldly: "Did you eat all the leftover sushi from yesterday?"

Matsuda stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon to let it cool down as soon as possible. His face was still pale and his tone was still casual, but the haggard ending trembled: "There is also coffee bought in the supermarket."

Mu Liu rolled her eyes, this kind of hot and cold mixed together hastily rushed her stomach, of course your fragile stomach can't stand it, she pondered for a few seconds: "It's not enough to just take medicine, after eating porridge, go to the hospital for an IV Come on, should you tell sister Miwako?"

"Don't tell her." Matsuda said decisively, her voice was low and hoarse.

Mu Liu sighed, and didn't mention it anymore. Songtian's porridge drank very quickly, and the hot and soft feeling extended from the tip of the tongue to the stomach, which made people sigh involuntarily.

Although there was still an uncontrollable pain in his stomach, the tumbling heat relieved the pain, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go to the hospital by myself, you eat a bowl of noodles, and then do your homework."

But Mu Liu didn't move. He sat on the coffee table and looked at him without blinking. His light brown pupils seemed to have a thin layer of ice printed on them. Matsuda's heart trembled. He inexplicably remembered the funeral three years ago. She was holding Senior Asakura's urn, neither crying nor fussing, just standing there so coldly, with the same expression.

"Songtian Zhenping." Mu Liu could only call out his full name when he was angry, "I was thinking, how would you have come all these years without me? Do you think that you are alone and have nothing to worry about, so you are so wasteful?" body, won’t you worry about anyone if you die suddenly?”

Matsuda's heart was awe-inspiring, and his tone was rare to soften: "Girl, don't say stupid things, I have to take care of you." This is quite lacking in confidence, but it can barely be counted, "It's a small problem, I won't be like Senior Asakura That kind……"

Mu Liu's eyebrows twitched, and his expression finally became vivid for a moment. Songtian struck while the iron was hot: "You should go to the hospital with me, get an IV, and you'll be fine in a while."

Matsuda usually has a bad personality, loose and arrogant, but at this time he rarely lowered his face, and even looked a little cautious. Although Mu Liu had a sullen face, the anger in his heart had already dissipated. I am afraid that one day Matsuda will be like her father, and she will become a person again. Human beings are born to live in groups, and they will be lonely if they are alone for a long time.

The two got into the taxi, turned on the mobile phone, and there was a smiling face sent by Heiyu Kaito on WeChat. Mu Liu was in a better mood and had a chat with him. Heiyu was talkative and humorous, and he was a bit romantic Irregular.

The car quickly drove to the hospital. In fact, Muliu didn't like the hospital. Asakura Yansheng was here to swallow his breath. The big explosion flew all over the place, but he still breathed heavily and refused to close his eyes until Matsuda grabbed his hand and promised to take good care of Muliu. Flow, he left with peace of mind.

Japan has almost universal medical insurance, and there are always queues at various windows of the hospital. After a series of things in the registration clinic, Matsuda successfully received an IV. Muliu didn't like the smell of disinfectant, nor did she like the painful appearance of various patients on the hospital bed. She came to Hallway, sitting on a bench tweeting.

It was a rare feeling when Hua splashed tears and sent a hypocritical thought, which was matched with a picture of the wall of the hospital corridor, which was pale and eerie.

Hattori called quickly, and greeted her a few words. Seeing that she was fine, but she was in a bad mood, she asked if she would like to come to Osaka for a while during the summer vacation. Mu Liu thought about it and said that she wanted to go to Kanagawa to see the sea. Hattori was very straightforward. accepted.

Mu Liu thinks that if he can meet twice a day, it means that there is more fate. The first time Heiyu Express fell from the sky, and the second time he came from the bottom up.

Mu Liu was scrolling through Weibo, when he raised his eyelids, he saw Hei Yu squatting on the ground smiling at her, a clean and handsome face with straight and smooth lines, radiant and breezy.

Mu Liu blurted out: "It's a predestined relationship."

Can meet in the hospital.

Hei Yu smiled and nodded, seeing her scene, he already guessed roughly: "Are you also accompanying someone to see a doctor?" Before he finished speaking, he opened his palm, and a beautiful palm that was so empty just now, conjured up a smile. Bottle of orange juice.

Mu Liu was pleasantly surprised and admired sincerely: "How did you do it?"

Heiyu winked and raised his voice, "I am a magician under the moon..."

Mu Liuheixian, at this time, Heiyu's friend called his name from afar, very sweet, like an oriole on a green willow, mellow and clear, she is a beautiful girl with black hair, with smooth eyes and a cheerful expression.

Mu Liu joked: "Very beautiful girlfriend."

Hei Yu showed a helpless expression: "It's my childhood sweetheart, that Asakura-san, I'll go first, I'll wait for your ice cream on the weekend."

Mu Liu nodded, and said goodbye to him with a smile all over his face, his childhood sweetheart... Unconsciously, he thought of Ye Hepingci, what a pure and beautiful relationship.

Mu Liu withdrew his gaze and walked towards the drip room. The orange juice in his hand was ice-cold. When he opened the lid, the strong orange smell dilutes the smell of disinfectant water in the air.

Inexplicably, I remembered my childhood playmates far away in Kanagawa. They... are not childhood sweethearts, they just played together for two years. Later, Asakura Nobuo received a transfer, and the family moved to Tokyo to settle down. Ten years passed in a blink of an eye. The letter has turned yellow, my friend who is far away, how are you?