I play color 6 in rice flower town

What's more, Yuanzi was still in a state of nakedness before this. Generally speaking, it takes more than ten seconds for a normal person to just put on a condom, right?

"Okay~quick~"

Souji Kudo was subconsciously amazed.

In his impression, if he said where he was going to play in the past, the Miss Yuanzi must have dressed up before departure. Generally, the so-called "give me 10 minutes" on the phone can basically be translated. For "Estimated in half an hour".

As for "two to 10 minutes is enough" or even "you can come here now for half an hour", it can be analogized according to the previous ratio.

It can only be said that this kind of thing understands everything.

The only one who can keep time in this kind of matter is probably Xiao Lan, a pure natural and careless cutie who just needs to wash her face before going out.

It turns out... you can do GKD!

Ignoring Kudo Souji's exclamation, Sonoko continued to repeat the previous question: "What is tonight?"

"Tonight~"

Belmode's eyes fluttered, and the corners of his charming lips twitched slightly: "You should have a good rest tonight, after all, you probably didn't sleep much last night, right?"

"How do you know I didn't sleep last night?" Yuanzi retorted.

"Oh? Could it be that you slept well last night?" Belmode was surprised, his gaze swept over Kudo Souji vaguely.

Ah~ split.

Has it finally appeared, the legendary Shura Field...

Mr. Kudo resisted the urge to support his forehead, and listened to Sonoko and Sister Bei talking to each other. This is no longer a level of hiding a knife in a smile. This is two great onmyojis fighting on the top of the Forbidden City!

You must know that Yuanzi's mouth is actually very powerful, but the ones who usually play with her are either Xiaolan or the gangsters from the Boy Detective Team. The child said that.

Now I've found an outlet.

And because Zhibao is not good at words, and because she doesn't like to communicate with people she doesn't know well, she simply uses practical actions to clarify her intentions.

She passed directly through the two people who were still fighting each other, grabbed Kudo Souji's arm, grabbed it as if swearing sovereignty, and planned to walk in the direction of the vertical elevator. tone of voice.

"Let's go, it's getting late, and it's almost time to go to lunch. Just last night, I found a good seafood restaurant nearby on my mobile phone. I can take this opportunity to try it, so you don't have to complain at home every day. I can only eat the boiled vegetables I made..."

"Wait a moment!"

"stop!"

The two women who were still arguing instantly realized that someone was trying to sneak away, and immediately stopped the person who was holding hands and was about to sneak out.

In desperation, Miyano Shiho had no choice but to stop, turned around slowly, still tightly holding on to Souji Kudo, and said with a blank expression, "Why, is there something wrong with what I said?"

is no problem.

As far as the timing is concerned, it is indeed almost lunch time.

But... have you asked our opinion yet!

Don't think that we can monopolize it when we are not paying attention!

"Oh~ I thought you were planning to run away with the chief executive alone, Shirley~"

Belmode raised his chin, folded his arms around his chest, tightened his clothes to easily outline a beautiful and round arc, and even lifted it up intentionally or unintentionally.

Compared with ordinary Japanese high schools for girls, Sonoko, who still looked unattractive in front of Sister Bei, put on a lemon mask silently in her heart.

No way, they are too big.

But compared to these objective facts that cannot be changed, Yuanzi cares more about another thing.

"That's right, besides, who wants to eat seafood early in the morning!" She said dissatisfied.

"Wake up, Ms. Suzuki, it's already noon." Miyano Shiho said calmly, "As a researcher in human biology, I can understand that you want to eat some liquid and digestible food when you just woke up on an empty stomach. This is also healthier in terms of human diet structure, but the problem is that all of us have already eaten breakfast here except yourself, and it is already lunch time in terms of time and number of meals, or do you want to Let us drink porridge with you for you alone?"

"I..." Yuanzi was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

She just subconsciously followed Belmode's words in a moment of brain fever. She planned to put forward her own suggestion along the way to see if she could regain the initiative, but she didn't expect to be hit back by the other party instead.

It was a little uncomfortable.

"Then it's better to be like this." Belmode suggested with a smile, "Why don't you leave the decision to the chief and let him decide what we have for lunch, what do you think?"

"I think it's okay." Sonoko said fiercely.

"Hmph~" Miyano Shiho shrugged and snorted softly, obviously he didn't have any objection.

As a result, three eyes, like searchlights, directly focused on one person.

If you follow the line of normal harem light novels, the hero should pretend to be dead at this time, and no matter how the heroines press her, they will always say "whatever, it doesn't matter, I can eat whatever you like, you can eat whatever you like." Alright, Lao Tzu Yasaxi Dafa is number one in the world~", and then let the heroines compete to turn the world upside down, sitting on the bench alone, eating melon seeds and watching with cold eyes, waiting for the final winner to be determined.

It's the kind of way that the audience can continue to indulge in stock speculation if they can't blame themselves no matter what.

In the worst case, it is enough to use the almighty Assassi to comfort a few other losers, and maybe a breakthrough can be achieved as a result.

However, Souji Kudo, who heard this, rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Oh, let me make up my mind?"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions on the faces of the three girls froze.

This guy is really ready to make up his mind!

Mr. Kudo took out his mobile phone and clicked on a red app with an old man on it, flipped it a few times, turned to a discount page, and handed the mobile phone to Sonoko and the others.

"Come on, let's eat KFC... let's go!"

"..."

Leaving aside the basics, let's civilize you, me, and other trivial details that only idiots would pay attention to. This sentence is just ten words, and the three of them are united in seconds.

"No Junk Food!"*3

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PS: Shit... the news about the old mother being buried alive can only be said that the reality is far more bizarre than the novel. Poor people must have something to hate, even the messy YY novels can't think of such an outrageous plot.

Chapter 500 Chapter 484 You have a sandy head?

Here Kudo Souji is still having a foursome, and both are my wife, while Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji, who were still in the conference room of the Osaka Police Office half an hour ago, have already returned to Kyoto in a roaring police car.

Accompanying him is Police Officer Ayanokoji from the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department. His full name is Fumimaro Ayanokoji. He is a police officer in the Criminal Division of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department. It is also called "Aristocratic Police Department".

Because of his unsmiling face and weird personality, the interpersonal relationship in the Metropolitan Police Department is not very good. In terms of popularity, he is not even as good as Takagi, who is just an ordinary criminal policeman.

It is said that his best friend is a striped squirrel. It is quite petite and only the size of a normal adult's palm. It usually stays in the pocket of Ayanokouji Fumimaro's jacket or simply stands on his shoulder. It is almost indifferent to strangers. Fear.

Police cars drive on the streets of Kyoto.

"Speaking of which, Officer Ayanokōji, what is the matter with us this time? Uncle Toyama only said that he needed help with something, but he didn't say clearly what he wanted us to do." Hattori was sitting on the back seat of the police car. Heiji leaned on the seat leisurely with Erlang's legs crossed and his head in his hands, and couldn't help asking.

He doesn't care much, anyway, his old man is the head of the Osaka Police Prefecture. He probably took more police cars than he went to school since he was a child. Later, when he needed a car for something, he just called him. Its name is to call the police if you have difficulties, but in the final analysis it is private use of public vehicles.

In contrast, Kudo Shinichi next to him was not so comfortable. He sat upright all the time with a tense expression and his eyes were always on the driver's headrest.

But even so, he still felt as if someone outside the car window was always casting strange glances at him.

"Oh? So you don't know?" Police officer Ayanokōji, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around and said strangely, "I thought you had already received the news."

"...What news?" Hattori Heiji was taken aback.

"Look at this first."

As soon as the words fell, a piece of already crumpled printing paper was stuffed through the gap between the front seats by Ayanokoji Fumomaro.

Hattori Heiji took the printing paper and glanced at it twice, and suddenly let out a small cry of surprise.

Not because of anything else, the content on this printout is exactly the explosion notice that he, Souji Kudo and Shinichi Kudo saw in President Achiha's hotel room earlier.

Exactly the same text content, exactly the same song card pattern.

But there is nothing strange about it. This blasting notice letter was originally sent to the Osaka Police Office first, and then to the hands of President Achiha. It is normal for the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department to receive this notice letter as well.

"We have seen this notice letter before." Hattori Heiji said, "Is there any problem with this notice letter?"

"No, there is no doubt about that notice letter."

Fumimaro Ayanokoji said: "What I want you to see is actually the kotaka on it. Before that, we had an interview with Chairman Achiha. Sentence, so we think that song cards are one of the important clues when the criminal committed the crime, and just last night, our Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department received a report saying that a body was found in a mansion, and there were a lot of people around it. Scattering the song cards, we must confirm whether this killing is related to the previous bombing case."

"Does that mean that the Kyoto police also believe that the bombing incident yesterday was done by Nagoro Shikao?" Hattori Heiji asked.

"I can't rule out the possibility." Ayanokōji Fumimaro couldn't deny it, "However, in my opinion, the probability of Nagoru Shikao being the murderer is quite low. After all, a person who has been missing for five years suddenly appeared and issued a notice. The letter is bombing the TV station... It always makes people feel unreasonable."

"That."

Kudo Shinichi suddenly realized: "Officer Ayanokōji, you said earlier that there were a lot of song cards scattered around the corpse? Are you sure there are a lot of them?"

"Yes." Fumimaro Ayanokōji nodded again, "When our Kyoto police arrived, the deceased had been dead for a long time, and there was a lot of blood flowing on the floor of the room, which stained the surrounding singing cards, so we came from the scene It seems that it is not so much a premeditated murder, but a robbery and murder, if there is also a song card, I would not have troubled you to help."

"In short, all the details will be known when we arrive at the scene."

……

……

A quarter of an hour later, the police car stopped outside an independent Japanese-style classic mansion.

"It's here."

Officer Ayanokōji got out of the car as a guide, leading the two high school detectives inside.

It can be seen that many police officers are coming and going in and out of the mansion, which is quite busy.

He casually introduced: "The victim's name is Yajima Shunya, the young master of a brewing company. It is said that he lived alone in this mansion. It is estimated that the time of death was around [-] o'clock in the morning yesterday... By the way, please be careful when you come in." Some, after all, the house has been turned into a mess."

As police officer Ayanokōji said, when the three of them entered the entrance, all kinds of messy debris filled the entire corridor, as if they were obstacles, and many drawers were also opened. , at first glance it does look like after a burglary.

Passing through the narrow and difficult corridor, the three of them soon arrived at the room where the body was found.

It is still the appearance after the burglary.

The table and chairs are tilted here and there, and the TV cabinet next to the wall has obvious signs of being rummaged. On the floor in the center of the room, a male corpse in a kimono is quietly lying on his back, with a large pool of dark red spreading under his head. blood, obviously the fatal wound was in the head.

"This is the deceased Yajima Shunya. Judging from the scene of the crime, the deceased should have been practicing singing cards before his death." Officer Ayanokōji said.

He stopped outside the door of the room, but did not stop Hattori Heiji and Kudo Shinichi from entering.

"Can we investigate a little bit?" Hattori Heiji, who had already stepped into the room, turned around and asked.

Fummaro Ayanokouji laughed as if waiting for this sentence.

"Of course, anyway, our police forensic department has already collected evidence."

"Ah...thank you."

Hattori Heiji didn't expect to agree so readily, and couldn't help being taken aback.

But that's good too, it saves him from having to use his brains to deal with a bunch of policemen, so he can devote more energy to the investigation.

In order to investigate the case, it is too troublesome to set up a name or something.

As a result, the two high school student detectives from different regions quickly got into the mood and began to investigate the crime scene together.

And as the starting point of the investigation, it is always the deceased himself.

But after a long time, the two made new discoveries.

"Hattori, look here." Kudo Shinichi pointed to the right hand of the corpse, "Did you see it?"

"Um……"

Hattori Heiji nodded.

There is no other reason. On the right hand of the deceased, there are obvious marks caused by something that was stained with blood and then taken away and rubbed.

"I think this may not be a simple burglary, maybe there are other people who have been here before the police came here." Kudo Shinichi said, "And the things in the hands of the deceased are not safe for that person." Words are very important clues to death."

"That's what I said." Hattori Heiji was a little embarrassed, "But there are so many song cards at the scene, it will take a lot of time to compare them one by one."

"I have a solution for this. Hattori can help you collect all these song cards. I want to take a photo and send it to someone." Kudo Shinichi smiled mysteriously.

"Oh……"

Although he didn't know who the other party was going to send the photo to, but with the tacit understanding and trust between the two of them, Heiji obediently complied.