Chapter 596 What Is Hiroki’s Wake-Up Word?

After Nobuhiro asked the question, he didn't get a reply for a long time.

So he tapped the phone screen again, but failed to wake up Hiroki and instead took a screenshot.

Nobushige thought about how to treat a normal voice assistant, and called into the phone: "Hi, Hiroki?"

no respond.

"Hello, Hiroki?"

…

"Hiroki, Hiroki!"

…

"Hello, Hiroki-san."

Nobushige has begun to experience what it's like to have an artificial intelligence that isn't so obedient. Hiroki's reaction also told him the answer.

So it turns out that my brother has already seen the email. He would probably be very angry at his brother's choice, but he had no choice but to passively accept it.

There is no doubt that Zhu Fu Gaoming understands Zhu Fu Jingguang, and Jingguang understands him equally well. He knew that his brother would not believe the contents of the diary, but he also knew that his brother would definitely believe it.

Xinfan sighed helplessly in his heart. He zipped up his backpack, then sat in front of the computer again, thinking about writing an email to the leader of the police.

…

"Good morning Sir, I will give you a brief introduction to today's itinerary..."

Early in the morning, Nobushige was disturbed by Sawada Hiroki's noisy voice. He turned over and covered his head firmly with a pillow, not wanting to listen to Hiroki's nagging.

However, this was just the beginning. Soon, Nobuhiro, who was trying to fall asleep again with his eyes closed, heard that his toaster started to work on its own, and the kettle in the kitchen was also gurgling and steaming.

"Hiroki Sawada!" Nobushige shouted unbearably.

"I'm here." Hiroki's response was ordinary, and he was not frightened at all.

Nobuhiro climbed up from the bed, picked up the pillow and threw it towards the phone.

However, the pillow was still flying in the air, and Hiroki Sawada's voice came from the speaker on the table: "The cell phone loss rate has increased to 12.3%. Warm reminder, I have no sense of touch, so even if you Breaking my phone won't do anything for me."

"Bang--" The force of the pillow was a bit strong, and the phone flew out and fell to the ground.

"The mobile phone loss rate has been revised to 23%, and the estimated use time is two years."

Nobuhiro stood up with an indifferent expression, walked to the kitchen, took out the baked bread and put it on the plate, and then made a cup of coffee with hot water.

Although he was a little angry when he got up now, he still had to admit that artificial intelligence like Hiroki Arisawada was actually quite convenient.

He just needs to fill up the toaster and kettle before going to bed, and he can get up and enjoy a delicious breakfast straight away.

Even during the rare quiet breakfast time, Hiroki Sawada would be there endlessly introducing flight information and weather conditions, and putting forward his own suggestions.

When he was alive, Sawada Hiroki was supposed to be a taciturn genius child. Unexpectedly, after becoming an artificial intelligence, he became a lot more lively - too lively.

In the end, Nobushige couldn't bear it anymore and turned off the smart home system.

Suddenly, his ears were quiet.

Nobuhiro breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. It was great that he could finally have breakfast in peace.

"I think this is my problem. I didn't remind you that I can actually turn on your electronic devices on my own."

Nobushige: "!!!"

Hiroki Sawada, who saw Asano Nobushige about to go crazy through the surveillance equipment in the room, quickly said: "There is a new email in the mailbox, sent by Yuya Kazami. Are you sure you don't want to check the email first?"

Nobuhiro took a deep breath and warned himself not to fuss with a ten-year-old child. Then he turned on his phone, and Hiroki Sawada had already put the content of the email on the screen.

After Kazami Yuya received the task assigned by Asano Nobushige, although he was full of doubts, he acted quickly and packaged and sent the original version of the information he had been asked to investigate by Mr. Fukiya to Nobushige. To be cautious, he also found some mezcal-related but seemingly unimportant documents from the public security database and sent them together.

After seeing the content, Nobuhiro felt deeply disappointed.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have had his hopes up in the first place. If the police could find out about the mezcal, they would definitely tell him in advance, and he wouldn't have been kept in the dark until now.

So who exactly is mezcal?

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Flight SKJ931 entered the stratosphere not long after takeoff, the seat belt indicator light went out, and the flight attendants began cabin service.

Mouri Kogoro leaned against the window and glanced at the two people next to him, quite speechless.

Asano Nobushige was next to him, holding a magazine and reading fascinatedly. He was out of tune with the noisy environment around him, and it seemed more like he was sitting in a library.

Sitting over there was a little kid looking around. Fortunately, Kogoro Mouri knew him.

"So why did you come with me?" Mouri Kogoro asked speechlessly.

Conan smiled stupidly at him: "Because I haven't been to Okinawa yet. Isn't Okinawa interesting?"

What a liar!

Mouri Kogoro saw through Conan's lies at a glance. He was just too lazy to argue with this brat.

He lazily said to Nobufan: "Then I'll leave this brat to you. You can take him wherever he wants to play, as long as he doesn't come back too late."

"What about you?" Nobuhiro asked.

"Of course I want to participate in some adult activities." Mouri Kogoro chuckled, "I know you are also interested, but there is nothing you can do. Who said you didn't stop Conan from coming with us!"

Nobuhiro: "..."

No, Uncle Maori, you really misunderstood, how could he be interested in the game of Jiuchi Roulin! The previous time was obviously for work!

"What activity?" Conan blinked his big, immature eyes and asked curiously.

Mouri Kogoro glared at him: "Go, go, why are you asking so many questions? Anyway, it's still early for you to go to that kind of place!"

Conan understood immediately. He couldn't help but reveal his half-moon eyes and complained in a low voice: "Uncle is too unruly. He thinks about messy things when he is on a business trip. But it turns out that Mr. Asano is also this kind of person..."

A pair of smiling eyes suddenly appeared in front of Conan, making Conan couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother Q-Asano?"

Asano Nobushige smiled softly, but for some reason, the surroundings felt chilly: "I suddenly remembered that if Conan follows us to Okinawa, he won't be able to do his homework. But it doesn't matter, I specially brought you various subjects Please stay in the hotel tonight and study hard."

Conan: "..."

"By the way." Nobuman added, "If you think the questions for elementary school students are too easy, I can also buy you high school practice questions. Don't thank me too much, this is what I should do."

Conan: "..."

abnormal! How could there be such a perverted person in the world!

He wants to go home! !