Chapter 399 398, Huang Mao: Don’t even want it for the dog

"……ha!?"

This made the three people who were still suddenly enlightened and thoughtful stared at the same time.

"Are you kidding? How could we know this thing!?"

"You can't and can't be worse than me. I don't believe that three cobblers can produce a Zhuge Liang. There must be one who can do it."

Before the three of them could speak again, Sano turned his eyes and looked at each other one by one.

There are only two words in his eyes.

"threaten".

"...It's not my fault. Letting a man do this kind of thing is the wrong direction."

Conan continued to argue for himself without giving up: "Xiaolan, for example, is very good at this. Wouldn't it be better for you to ask her directly than to ask us?"

"Because this kind of thing is very troublesome and not a trivial matter."

"It's finally done!"

Do you understand what's going on?

But it was just a suspicion, and after that case, Conan secretly reminded the police that Black Mask's identity was exposed.

By the way, Sano received a new mission.

Then the formal study work began.

"ha?"

Isn't that a bit too much?

After all, it is the result of my hard work, besides.

"If that doesn't work, just knit a scarf."

"When you came in before, were you sure the door was locked?"

As long as it can be recognized as gloves.

"Who are you……"

Actually, Officer Megure didn't say anything yet.

Conan instantly lost his desire to "escape". On the contrary, he had to stay. Even if Sano drove him away, he would not abandon his friends!

Sano was stunned: "What else?"

Won't?

"who?"

If you want to die, die together!

Just when the three of them were going downstairs to have dinner, an uncle fell from more than 20 floors and fell like a piece of meat.

Seeing that the sun was approaching the west, Hattori Heiji finally became anxious.

"Because I'm not troubling you."

Sano calmly lit up his cigarette: "It's a transaction. As for Mao Lilan, I have no handle on her."

It may have bad effects.

Sano wanted to finish knitting gloves as soon as possible. In addition to the lack of patience, the more important factor was... well, the former was the main factor.

"Sorry, this is customer privacy."

This originally made the three of them breathe a sigh of relief.

Probably the Plague God duo killed someone or some people again.

It's closed.

... Logically speaking, at this time, Sano should contact Conan or Officer Megure as his true identity, so that he can find the mission and intervene in a reasonable way. At the same time, he can also take the opportunity to understand the situation and help solve the case.

Huang Mao felt a little depressed, but what made him even more depressed was that he had worked so hard to make such a good dress for the boss's dog, so it would be fine if he didn't praise himself.

Hattori Heiji was a little surprised and said: "How much do you know about the status of this case, and you dare to be so confident? Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed by overturning?"

...That seems a little too deep.

"It won't work even if we continue like this until dawn tomorrow!"

Sano waved his hand and sent the three of them away.

"Besides, I'm in a hurry. I only have ten minutes, so don't waste my time."

...Are you really sure this thing can be considered a glove?

You don’t necessarily want it if you give it to a dog, right?

"It seems that little girl didn't tell you that you must knit gloves, right?"

Before Sano could ask any questions, Huang Mao nodded and said, "Well, knitting scarves is much simpler than knitting gloves. It is the most basic and elementary thing. With your current level, you may be able to barely weave it into something you can see."

"Then it's very likely that he committed suicide, right?"

After opening the door and entering the house, Officer Memu's first words were:

Knew it.

This left the three of them speechless and at the same time very helpless.

Sano pretended to roll up his sleeves and glanced at the non-existent watch.

After seeing Conan, Judy, and Hattori Heiji standing in front of the deceased's house with thoughtful expressions on their faces, Officer Megure first glanced at the door.

Before Conan could speak, a voice came from behind Officer Megure.

"I just thought of it. Hurry up and I should be able to get it done before going to bed tonight."

It's a pity that Sano ignored Conan.

"Uncle Kurosawa!"

No one can even think about running away!

After a wave of troubles, the two sides got closer because of their mutual sympathy, but the relationship was instantly broken.

"What's up?"

What good does it do you to harm others without benefiting yourself?

"What are you doing here?"

A high-end apartment.

Then, the three people started working... No, it should be said four people.

Let’s start with the reason why Hattori Heiji came to Tokyo.

This is another unlucky guy whom Sano has the handle on.

Isn’t this the second in command of Black Death? Why is he here?

Did he come here to find Sano?

That was truly a God-given opportunity!

The last issue between Sano and Black Death... was not pleasantly confused anyway.

As for whether it can be sold later, we will wait and see later.

In the days to come, at least until Sano dies, I don’t want to touch needlework again.

Three people: "..."

You actually said it out loud?

What could have been considered a tacit "threat" hidden under the surface was now brought to the surface by Sano as a "handle."

But that's not the most devastating thing.

This Kurosawa is "new here", why did he blurt out a "case" just now?

Hattori Heiji remembered what Conan had mentioned to him about the bus hijacking incident.

...To be honest, Huang Mao had expected Sano's "skills".

Huang Mao's words woke up the dreamer. Sano, who had finally climbed over the high wall, was suddenly told that the door next to him was not closed. To be honest.

But that was the situation yesterday.

But this conclusion was reached after two rounds of investigations on my part.

The distance between the three people was instantly shortened.

Huang Mao's eyes turned to the balls of wool on the ground. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly typed out a row of dots: "...I can't do this either."

only……
To be continued...