Chapter 739 My Sister...

Takagi Sheba's face turned red all of a sudden. He quickly squatted down with the phone in his hands to cover up his embarrassment: "Why are you so clear that you saw what I wrote?"

“I saw it, it was written very clearly.”

"Ah ah, can you please not tell others? If others find out, I will be finished!"

Conan chuckled: "There's nothing wrong with not telling others, but the key is that I still have Uncle Maori, Sister Xiaolan, and Brother Asano with me."

Takagi Wataru is directly autistic!

After hanging up the phone, Conan clarified the confusion for the confused Mizuno Reina: "Anyway, the ringtone you heard that night was Officer Takagi receiving an evacuation call from Officer Megure. He was hiding in the apartment next door to monitor the family members of the criminals opposite. ."

"That's it." Mizuno Reina sighed, "But the person who rang the doorbell has still not been found. We don't even know if he is the same person who left the death threat. Tomorrow is Saturday again, and I am really worried. Something will happen."

"Tomorrow is Saturday?" Mouri Kogoro suddenly became excited, "Then why don't we stay at Miss Minami's place tonight? I will definitely catch the peeping thief tomorrow!"

Mao Lilan looked at Shui Wu Lina: "Is it convenient?"

"I can free up the living room for you to live in. If Miss Maori wants to live with me, it's fine." Reina Mizuno said with a smile, "It happens to be a little late, so I'll treat you to the restaurant downstairs for dinner."

In this way, the beauty and Japanese restaurant that Mouri Kogoro envisioned before came true. It's just that there are too many light bulbs between him and the beauty, and the so-called Japanese restaurant is just a small ramen shop.

After dinner, Mizuna Reina took out several quilts from the closet and spread them on the sofa.

Because she usually lives alone, the sofa in the living room is not big and can only accommodate three adult men. Seeing this, Shui Wulian lowered his body slightly and said to Conan: "Conan-kun, do you want to sleep with us?"

Conan's face turned red, and he didn't know where to put his eyes: "Is it really okay? Won't it be too crowded?"

"How could that be?" Mizuno smiled and said, "My bed is one hundred and fifty centimeters wide, which is more than enough for two people. You can sleep between me and Miss Maori."

"How can this be so embarrassing..." Conan lowered his head and silently pointed his fingers.

"Conan has reached the age where he is shy?" Fabian said, "When I was his age, I didn't understand anything. My sister..."

The next words were stuck in my throat, unable to go up or come down.

Conan looked at him: "Is Brother West's sister also in Japan now?"

Fabian West's face was covered with a haze. He didn't speak, but the atmosphere in the air became colder and felt weird.

Conan realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly turned to Nobuhiro for help, only to find that the man's expression was also strange. He was clearly looking out the window calmly, but he seemed to be looking at someone through the window.

No, rather than being a human being, it would be more accurate to describe it as a soul.

"If you have nothing to do before washing up, could you please help me sort out the newspapers and periodicals?" Shui Wulian broke the strange atmosphere with a voice.

Mao Lilan immediately agreed: "Okay, but why do you need to sort it out today?"

"Because tomorrow is the day to collect recyclable garbage." Mizuno Reina pointed at the magazines on the ground and said, "I have to read a lot of newspapers and magazines because of my work, and I can sort out so many expired journals almost every week."

"Well, the host's job is very hard."

"Every job is the same. Being a detective is also very hard. You have to stay up all night to help me deal with the problem."

Mouri Kogoro laughed and said, "It is my honor to serve Miss Reina."

Why did you become Miss Reina so quickly? ?

Conan's eyelids were half drooped, looking extremely helpless. He felt that Kogoro Mouri was hopeless, but perhaps the uncle was the happiest person among them.

"Miss Minami." Fabian suddenly asked, "Is Tuesday any special garbage day?"

"On Tuesday, the apartment will dispose of combustible garbage. I will collect the garbage in advance and pile it at the door as I do now. This way, I will not forget to throw it away tomorrow morning."

Fabian nodded thoughtfully.

Mouri Kogoro glanced at the eldest disciple, touched his chin and said, "Could it be that these magazines are what that peeping tom really likes?"

"Maybe." Fabian began his analysis, "Magazines can be considered combustible garbage, so Miss Minami will only throw away magazines regularly on Tuesdays and Saturdays, and Saturday is the main recycling day for magazines. That person may be In order to find a certain magazine, it is also possible to take away all the magazines that Miss Mizuno took notes on. It is not obvious to take one or two magazines from such a tall stack, and Miss Mizuno may not notice it at all. "

Mouri Kogoro nodded frequently. He felt that what Fabian West said was true, and he believed that this was all due to him as a teacher.

Conan, on the other hand, looked at the pile of magazines placed in the corridor during self-study and showed an expression of "Sure enough," and "I understand."

"Sister Mizuna." Conan raised his head and looked at Reina Mizuna, and asked innocently, "When I see that person tomorrow, can you please not be angry?"

"Why?"

"Because he must be a big fan of Mizuno-nee."

"Haha." Mouri Kogoro sneered, "It goes without saying that he is obsessed with Miss Minashi to the point of wanting to eat her!"

Conan: "..."

Forget it, there's no need to struggle, everyone will know what's going on by tomorrow.

This will be a night of tossing and turning for many people.

Conan was lying between Mao Lilan and Shui Wulian, smelling the fragrance of the two beauties, his whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move.

Lan seemed to have changed to a different kind of shower gel, and the smell was very different from before. Shui Wulian had a habit of spraying perfume for a long time, perhaps due to work needs. The smell on her body was more complex, sweet and rich, full of Conan's nasal cavity.

Mouri Kogoro originally insisted that he would keep vigil for the ladies, sitting at the entrance and staring at the door. However, it didn't take long for his upper eyelid to fall in love with his lower eyelid, and he would risk his life to see each other.

As soon as midnight passed, Uncle Maori started nodding his head. Seeing this, Nobushige took a thin quilt from the sofa and covered Mouri Kogoro's body.

Fabian West was leaning on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. Nobuhiro glanced at it as he passed by. The news channel was on the screen. He pretended not to see the screen-cutting sign and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Sleeping soundly in front of an FBI? He's not that nervous yet.

There is no update this afternoon~