Chapter 961 I Am Not the One with the Problem (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

At 12:15 noon, the dark clouds dispersed, the sun was just right, and there were slowly more pedestrians on the street.

The windows of the Mori Detective Agency were closed and the room was dark. It is estimated that the program team has not returned to Tokyo yet. Even if a huge case occurs, they cannot delay recording the program.

There was a black car parked across the street. Sakaki recognized it at a glance as the car he borrowed from the Metropolitan Police Department. Seeing that there was no one in the car, Sakaki felt a thump in his heart, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

He quickly ran up to the third floor, opened the door and took a look.

Conan swung his little feet and sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking tea and watching TV programs comfortably. Kidd sat opposite him, shouting anxiously on the phone, apparently contacting the purchase channel.

No matter how good the cook is, you have to provide him with raw materials. Without skin-like silicone, wouldn't Kaito Kidd's disguise technique be useless? Naturally, he won't sit still and wait for death.

"You're back."

Miss Miyano, holding a wooden shovel and wearing a pink apron, emerged from the kitchen and winked at her boyfriend:

"Just in time, there's no soy sauce at home, go out and buy some."

"Ah, oh"

Sakaki turned around subconsciously, suddenly recovered, grabbed his girlfriend's shoulders, shook her and asked:

"No, no, how could you let Conan into the house! This kid is too evil!"

"It doesn't matter. It's not like he's never been to our house before. What's there to be afraid of? Go buy soy sauce. I'll make braised pork for you at noon today."

Miss Miyano retracted her head, and soon the sound of kitchen knives and cutting boards was heard in the kitchen.

The convenience store is not far away. It's just a few hundred meters walk downstairs. Sakaki Makoto walked back and forth for 10 minutes. He looked at the living room and then the kitchen, and was confused for a long time.

Stomping his feet, he turned around and rushed out of the door to buy soy sauce.

Mouri Kogoro and his daughter haven't returned home yet. If he doesn't care about Conan, Conan will have no choice but to go find Dr. Agasa or eat instant noodles.

After buying soy sauce at the convenience store, on the way home, a taxi passed Sakaki and stopped directly downstairs of the office.

The car door opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, jumped out.

"Nana, Heiji, I didn't expect Mr. Sakakisei and Xiaoran to live so close to each other!"

"Idiot, it's broad daylight, don't make such a fuss, it's so embarrassing for others to see!"

"What's the matter? If you touch it, you won't lose any piece of meat."

Numb.

Holding the plastic bag, Sakaki stood on the sidewalk and sighed.

The God of Death in Kanto and God of Death in Kansai are all gathered together. It seems that he is destined to have such a disaster, and there is no way to escape it.

Hattori Heiji had been to his house and knew the specific house number. Sakaki Makoto watched him and Toyama Kazuha walk into the corridor, and the voice-activated sensor lights in the corridor turned on.

1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor.

"well."

Completely resigned to his fate, Sakaki gave up struggling and followed dejectedly.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard an extremely heated discussion coming from the living room. He said that the discussion was not appropriate. The main source of the voice was Hattori Heiji. He was asking Conan why he did not notify him of the case, saying that doing so would destroy Kansai and Kanto. The affection between compatriots!

Conan didn't bother to be stubborn with him. His little eyes glanced at the entrance from time to time, looking for Sakaki Cheng. He was still waiting to ask about the black organization's plan!

"Hey, why are you so slow!"

A bright light flashed in his little eyes. Conan pushed the black chicken away, jumped off the sofa, rushed to Sakaki Cheng in Kagura's running posture, and grabbed the plastic bag, thinking that there was some treasure inside, but he didn't expect it.

"You are very leisurely. Didn't you forget to go to the convenience store to buy soy sauce and ice cream when you came back?"

It’s better to do less than to do more. Sakaki didn’t explain that he had actually come back a long time ago. He chose

Give Conan a refreshing brain break.

Snap!

"Go and put the ice cream in the refrigerator. I want some chocolate flavor."

"Hey, are you making a mistake?"

Conan covered his forehead with one hand and bared two rows of teeth:

"This is your home, and we are guests. There is no point in instructing guests to do their work!"

"Even if you are a guest, you are still an uninvited guest. If you want to hear the plan, go quickly!"

"Just go"

'Plan' is a very mysterious word. Fishing experts use it to catch a rare species - the dwarf winter melon frog. This frog-like creature only appears in schools and crime scenes. It is very rare, but as long as you say 'black' Just say the words "plan" and he will pop up from the corner, staring at you with big eyes and curious look on his face.

In the same way, when you play the "Plan" card, you can summon and order Conan to do anything that does not violate morals and ethics.

Putting on his house slippers, Sakaki comfortably occupied the most spacious single sofa, crossed his legs, grabbed the remote control, and commanded while changing channels:

"Then who is Kidd calling? Brother Black Chicken, please pour me a cup of hot tea."

Osaka Black Chicken is also a young master at home. When he goes to the police station, others pour him tea. How can he have the right to pour tea for others?

Before he could get angry, he heard Sakaki Makoto add:

"I brought the news back. Isn't it too much to drink your cup of tea?"

". Oolong, Pu'er or Tieguanyin?"

"My family only has oolongs."

Osaka Black Chicken stood up, took out the tea bag from the cabinet, filled it with hot water, and put the cup on the table:

"Can we talk now?"

Conan also came back holding the ice cream. He diligently tore open the wrapping paper and handed the cold black-brown ice cream to Sakaki's mouth:

"That's it, tell me quickly, what urgent mission does the black organization have?"

"Since you are all so curious"

Sakaki Makoto took a bite of the ice cream and stopped talking. He felt that if he didn't say anything, he might face the double revenge of Black Chicken and Conan:

"This time, the Black Organization issued two tasks. The first one is to encircle and suppress the seriously injured Akai Shuichi and kill him while he is sick."

Black Chicken and Conan nodded. They had expected that Akai Shuichi had to go to the hospital because he was so seriously injured. This was also a great opportunity for the Black Organization to take action. Although Tokyo is big, there are only a few hospitals. If they investigate one by one, they will always find clues.

"The second task is to stop Yasuteru Domon from running for a seat in parliament. If necessary, you can assassinate him."

"Why not just assassinate him?"

After contacting the supplier, Kid sat down, picked up the teacup in front of Makoto Sakaki and took a sip. When he found that Makoto Sakaki was staring at him, he asked in confusion:

"Why are you looking at me? You ate ice cream and drank hot tea, one hot and one cold. What's wrong with you, you little prince of anorectal surgery?"

"Can't I let it cool down before drinking it?"

"Just let Hattori make you a cup later, don't be so petty!"

"Yeah, let me continue."

Osaka Black Chicken looked left and right, and found that Makoto Sakaki, Kid, and Conan all had calm faces, and there didn't seem to be anything strange, which made him doubt his life for a while.

Could it be that

he is the one with the problem?