137 Come and have a medical examination when you grow up
On the way, I first sent Suzuki Sonoko home, and then Hanyu Kiyosu and others returned to the funeral home downstairs.
"Okay, it's getting late. You all should go back and rest. You may be busy again later." He thought of the two commissions that Director Baima mentioned and felt a little troublesome.
"And you little guy." Hanyu Qing'an patted Conan's big head, "If you have a cold, just rest and don't run around recently."
Conan shrank his neck when he slapped him, and wondered what he meant by his words. Was he saying that since he had become smaller, he should try to be more peaceful and not make trouble everywhere? So as not to cause trouble?
Toru Amuro and Akemi Miyano couldn't help but wonder, was the president insinuations to warn them?
Mao Lilan pulled Conan upstairs. After Hanyu Qingan told Amuro Toru to see off Umezawa, he also went home with Yuzu in his arms.
"Get in the car, Umezawa." Toru Amuro looked at Hanyu Kiyosu's back for a while, then recovered, opened the car door, and said to Miyano Akemi.
Miyano Akemi didn't hesitate and bent down to sit in the passenger seat. Facing Bourbon, she had no choice.
Toru Amuro sat in the driver's seat and started the car. The street lights on the roadside kept retreating, forming a connected line of light in a daze.
Neither of them said a word, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was a bit depressing. They reached the downstairs of the apartment where Miyano Akemi rented. After Miyano Akemi got out of the car and closed the door, Toru Amuro lowered the window and spoke.
"As long as you do your job well, don't worry about the extra stuff."
Miyano Akemi was stunned for a moment. These words... He said it once. When he first joined the funeral company, he thought it was a warning, but now he said this again...
Before she had time to look at Bourbon's expression, the other party had already started the car and left. Miyano Akemi stood there and stared at the shadow of the car that was gradually receding, feeling confused.
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As soon as Mao Lilan entered the house with Conan who had a cold, the smell of alcohol hit her face, which made her wrinkle her nose.
However, Conan had a cold and his nose was no longer well ventilated, so he didn't feel much.
"Turtle, charge!" Mouri Kogoro made a forward swing, then raised the beer can with his other hand and shouted excitedly.
Mao Lilan and Conan looked at the strange thing sliding across the floor quickly, and then realized that it was their pet turtle!
Conan quickly ran over and took a look. It turned out that the turtle's shell was tied with a rope to a small toy skateboard. The turtle could jump far away with just a kick of its legs.
Conan's face twitched. Uncle Maori had really fantastic ideas. What's even more outrageous was that the turtle seemed to like it and was running around happily.
Watching the turtle skateboarding on the ground, Mao Lilan stepped forward aggressively and grabbed Maori Kogoro's collar, "Have you had enough trouble? You're pouring beer into the turtle and teasing it again. If you continue like this, it will
Sooner or later I will die in your hands."
"Ah? What?" Mouri Kogoro was dazed and shaken by his daughter, "The turtle is dead? Hiccup... Xiaolan, can you make turtle soup? I heard it is very nourishing... hiccup..."
Mao Lilan was so angry that she had nothing to say. She let go of her hand and let Mao Li Kogoro fall to the floor. Then she went to check the turtle's condition, but at this time, the turtle had already hit the wall and retracted into its shell because it could not turn on its own.
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Sighing, Mao Lilan untied the turtle and felt that what Conan said before was right. It is really not suitable to keep pets at home. Sooner or later, his father will kill him.
"Is this the toy that Yuzu dropped?" Mao Lilan looked at the small skateboard, then put it away in the drawer, and then began to clean up the mess left by Mao Li Kogoro.
It was already late at night when she finished her work. After washing, she sat down at her desk again, staring at her notebook in a daze, thinking about the "Maori Detective Casebook".
In the next room, Conan was lying on the bed, listening to Mouri Kogoro's snoring, and thinking about Bai Ganjiu.
I'll ask Dr. A Li to help me buy a bottle tomorrow...
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The next day, Dr. Ali’s house.
Conan had a runny nose, looked at the wine bottle on the coffee table and a glass beside it, and said hesitantly: "Tell me, is it true?"
Haihara Ai was wearing a white coat and standing aside with a pen and paper. Hearing his words, he crossed his arms and asked, "So, how long do you need to do some mental construction?"
Conan pursed his lips and said nothing. He was not expecting it to work before, but when it came time to test it, he hesitated. He was worried that it would be useless and worried that it would be useful. All in all, he felt very complicated.
No matter how much it is, you will know after drinking it. Conan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth. However, because he drank too much, he was choked and coughed.
Hui Yuan Ai shook his head. He looked like a famous detective, but he was a complete fool.
Conan coughed for a while before he regained his composure and began to take sips, but his ability to drink was not good enough. After drinking about a hundred milliliters, he started talking nonsense.
"Doctor, have you gained weight recently?" Conan looked at Dr. Ali with a double image in front of him and felt that he was as fat as two people.
"Oh? Then it looks like the nutritious meal needs to be readjusted again." Haihara Ai glanced at Dr. A Li, who had a dark face next to him.
Dr. Ari quickly argued, "Shinichi is talking nonsense. You can't believe it, Xiao Ai! Besides, can you have a little sympathy for an old man like me?"
Conan giggled, "Doctor, you... are... useless. Hui... Haiyuan... is so poisonous and cold and ruthless, but you still... can't... ah——"
Before Conan could finish his words, the silly smile on his face disappeared. He clutched the clothes on his chest tightly with his hands, curled up on the sofa with a painful expression, then turned over and fell to the floor, still struggling. His whole body seemed to be cooked.
lobster.
Although it was inappropriate for the time, Dr. Ali looked at Conan, and he was indeed hungry for lobster. He was eating nutritious meals every day, but there was no taste in his mouth.
Before he could think about it carefully, Conan in front of him changed dramatically - he became truly huge.
Since it was his first time and inexperienced, Conan's shorts and suit jacket were filled to the brim with his body, and he let out a tight wail from everywhere.
Dr. Ali quickly took off her white coat and covered Conan. Although Haibara Ai acted very calmly and she would not be shy about the experimental subjects, she still had to pay attention.
"It seems that the onmyoji really knows it very well..." Haihara Ai murmured, taking out a huge syringe and approaching Conan.
Conan opened his eyes tiredly. In his vision blurred by sweat, he saw a terrifying figure approaching him. He suddenly came back to his senses in shock, "What are you going to do? Haiyuan?"
"Don't worry, it's just a normal physical examination." On the coffee table behind Haihara Ai, a bunch of large and small syringes fell out of the medical kit.
Conan, no, it's Kudo Shinichi now. He hugged the white coat tightly, leaving his collarbone and shoulders exposed, and his whole body was shivering...