One Thought, One Life, One Bodhi GL

In the morning, Ali's house.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. This pot of porridge is already cooked, and the taste may not be as good as Zun Yating... Hey, fell asleep again?" Mao Lilan walked over happily carrying the freshly made porridge. No, the tea-haired girl on the bed was already fast asleep.

"That's weird, she was clearly still awake just now." Dr. A Li came over very puzzled.

"Then I'll put it here. I still have an appointment with Yuanzi, so I'll go first." Mao Lilan could only put the plate on the bedside table, then glanced at Conan with a smile on her face, "Wait for her to eat Please help me to ask her how she feels."

"Yes." Conan nodded, "Thank you, sister Xiaolan."

Wait for the gate to close.

"Really." Conan turned around helplessly and looked at the person who was still lying down, "Your ability to pretend to be asleep is really poor, what are you doing, Xiaolan is kind enough to cook porridge for you, why are you doing this ?”

"Did I say that I would ask her to cook the porridge?"

"Actually, you are most afraid of nosy people like Xiaolan. I don't understand this. But since she has cooked the porridge, you should eat it while it's hot..." Unexpectedly, Conan's voice not yet.

"Student Huiyuan, I'm coming to see you!" With a voice full of vigor, a child in a dark blue sports suit rushed over in a hurry.

"Oops..." Conan's complexion changed drastically, and he turned sideways without thinking, trying to block the bedside table with his short body.

"Hey, big detective, why are you here?" Seeing that the person on the bed was still lying down, Suzuki Jiu noticed the short man beside him.

"I came with Xiaolan." Conan looked at her with a smile on his face, but his body became more and more stiff.

"So that's how it is." Suzuki Jiu suddenly realized.

next second.

But she suddenly took a step forward, stretched out her hand and grabbed Conan's arm, just like pulling and pushing gently, poor Conan went to a place three meters away.

"Suzuki! Amicho!" When Conan came back to his senses, he looked back, but he could only wail.

"Smells so good! So it's porridge." Suzuki Jiu opened the lid directly, ignoring the short man behind him with a look of despair, "I understand, this is what sister Xiaolan made, right?"

"Hay..." Conan lowered his head deeply.

"Yoshi." Suzuki Nine grinned, turned around and climbed onto the bed, "Haihara-san, don't pretend to be asleep, this pot of porridge looks delicious."

"Eh?" Before Haibara Ai on the bed could react, Conan was already stunned.

"Ha Yi Ha Yi, stop shaking." Hui Yuanai sighed helplessly, and could only compromise.

"Detective, no matter how much I like to eat, I won't snatch Haihara-san's to eat." Jumping off the bed, Suzuki Kuchi patted Conan's head and rubbed it hard.

"Hay, I see." Conan wanted to cry but had no tears.

Hui Yuanai ignored the two of them directly, got up and filled a bowl of porridge, and ate silently.

"This time it just happened to be a weekend holiday. It's really great." Dr. A Li sighed while pouring coffee at the open kitchen.

"That's right." Conan took the opportunity to escape Suzuki Nine's clutches.

"I think Xiao Ai's cold is mostly cured. I want to take Xiao Ai to see her father, Dr. Miyano's friends after this holiday is over. Maybe it will be more appropriate." Dr. A Li He took a sip of his coffee and said lightly.

"Hey, doctor, what's going on." Conan said.

"Why, haven't I told you? Among the friends I know, when I asked about Dr. Miyano, someone told me. He has a school from elementary school to high school. He grew up together, and now he is doing A friend of the designer." Dr. Ali walked slowly to the three children with a plate, and Conan subconsciously took the plate, and then handed a cup of coffee to Hui Yuanai and a cup of boiled water to Suzuki Jiu.

"I heard that when Dr. Miyano published a book at his own expense when he was young, he asked his friend to help him bind it. Although the book didn't sell well, the design was very novel, and several doctors had good comments on it. I I thought, as long as I saw this person, I might be able to inquire about the men in black and Xiao Ai's parents that you mentioned, not necessarily."

As soon as the words fell, Ke Ai fell into silence, just sipping their respective coffees lightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"In this case, can you take me with you then, doctor?" Only our Suzuki Nine suddenly seemed interested, as if he wanted to take her to a big meal.

"No problem." Seeing that Ke Ai and Ai didn't respond, Dr. A Li agreed without hesitation.

So, soon the appointed day came.

A yellow Beetle was driving steadily on No. [-] Street of Mihua Town.

"Cough cough..."

"Please, you are not well at all, do you have to go today?" Conan in the passenger seat turned his head and looked at the girl with brown hair in the back seat, "I don't know where they are hiding now, I'm staring at you."

"Ah, actually, the person I want to go the most should be you." Even though she was wearing a mask, the hoarseness in her voice was clearly audible.

"If it's really possible, knowing their secrets, of course I want to see him." Conan looked away awkwardly.

"In this case, stop rambling, ahem..." After finishing speaking, she couldn't help coughing again.

"Huihara-san, do you want some water?" Suzuki Jiu looked at her, but suddenly said this.

"Student Suzuki, you don't know..." Hui Yuanai glanced at the little bag she had carried for a long time in her arms, her eyes were full of surprise.

"Guess right." Suzuki Nine grinned, opened the small blue backpack, quickly found a thermos, and handed it to her, "You're welcome."

Seeing the smug smile on his face, Hui Yuan Ai could only silently take it and open it.

Suddenly, along with the steaming heat, a strong smell of coffee wafted out, refreshing one's spirits.

Seeing this, the corner of Conan's mouth twitched, then he turned his head away and stopped looking at them.

"Well, Shinichi, don't worry too much. Aren't we all fine now, not to mention they haven't got any evidence yet." Seeing his preoccupied look, Dr. A Li comforted him.

"Well, it's true." Conan replied lightly, then looked out the window.

Dejima Design Office.

In the huge office transformed from a living room, apart from a middle-aged man with gray hair and a round figure like Dr. Ali, there are three young people who are still busy.

"Yes, you are right. Koji Miyano and I are indeed friends who grew up together. Unfortunately, we have not seen each other for almost 30 years. The last time we met was when he left his father to When he rented out his house to me to start a company." The speaker was a friend of Koji Miyano, Sohei Dejima, who was over half a century old.

"According to what you said, this house belongs to Dr. Miyano." Dr. Ali said.

"Yes, at that time, I wanted to open a design firm, and he said that his house was vacant, and he could rent it to me temporarily. But I borrowed it for nearly 30 years."

"In that case, this is Huihara's home." Suzuki Nine leaned into Huiyuan's ear and whispered.

However, the brown-haired girl just glanced at her lightly, and then silently continued to look at the room.

"Then where did Dr. Miyano live after that?" Conan looked at President Dejima innocently and innocently.

"He only told me that he wanted to find a large organization that agreed with his theory to fund research, but after that, I didn't know." President Dejima recalled a little, and then slowly said.

"It must be them." Conan turned his head in an instant and looked at Haibara Ai.

"Well, it should be." Hui Yuanai didn't look at him, but nodded lightly.

"Then, hasn't Dr. Miyano contacted you since then?" Dr. Ali continued to ask.

"Well, he just sent a postcard saying that he is married." President Dejima affirmed.

"Actually, he came here once when the president was away." At this time, a man wearing a hood came over, "Also, the president has been used to it every time he can't find inspiration. Go outside for a while, and won’t even enter the company for a while. This person came when you were out, and he also brought a very beautiful foreign wife, and a four or five-year-old, who looks very cute Little girl. It seemed to me that he wanted to discuss something important with the head of the class, but he stayed here for one night before going back. He also told me that maybe the president would join the company after waiting, but I didn’t tell you ever?"

"I don't remember at all." President Dejima said with a serious face.

"I remember his wife's name is Elena, and his daughter's name is Mingmei." At this point, the turbaned man suddenly looked at a somewhat bald man beside him, "That family is very special, are you right? Bar."

"Yeah." The bald man raised his head from his work, and pondered for a while, "Especially that girl's prank, it made me very troubled. That child hid all the tools we used, and saw us She is very happy when she looks troubled. His wife is also very special. She has not spoken since she came here. I thought it was a language barrier. But she and her daughter talked in Mandarin, and the man kept talking. Pay attention to the situation outside. Thinking about it now, there seemed to be a car parked in front of the company at that time."

"Ah, yes." The turbaned man seemed to remember, "That car also had black blackout paper on it."

"I said, when did this happen?" President Dejima said.

"I remember it was just after we redecorated this place as an office, so it should have been 20 years." The turbaned man said after a little memory.

"So at that time, did Dr. Miyano explain anything to you?"

"No……"

At this time.

"Hey, Haibara-san." Suzuki Jiu quietly tugged at the girl with brown hair beside him.

"What?" In a calm tone.

"It's almost lunch time in 10 minutes, I'm so hungry." In a pitiful tone.

"I remember when I came here, I saw a fast food restaurant near here. You can go and buy some food to fill your belly." Youyou sighed.

"Hay!" Suzuki Nine was instantly full of energy, "I'll bring you coffee."

After saying that, he saw a light blue figure blowing out of the room like a gust of wind.

The author has something to say:

You can't live by self-torture, why didn't you write when you had time yesterday, and you have to die tonight...

No, I have a headache, Rubik's Cube must go to sleep.

See you next time, everyone...