Phi-Fic Chapter 283 Forgot Conan
Chapter 283 Forgot Conan
half an hour.
No response.
Conan turned around and found...
Scanned the crowd.
Where is Xiaolan?
A customer nearby called the police and told them that a child was touching the deceased and suspected that he had a mental illness.
Conan was shocked when he heard what the other party called the police.
Suspect he's sick?
wrong.
Where is Xiaolan?
Why didn’t Xiaolan come with us?
At this moment, Xiaolan was brought to the snack area by Binga, and the two of them were shopping happily.
"Ms. Xiaolan, do you want to buy some of this dried meat? I think these are good. Let's buy some."
Binga asked Xiaolan to help him choose, and had completely forgotten about Conan.
When the two of them paid the bill and left, Xiaolan found that something seemed to be missing. What did she forget?
Forget it, it doesn’t smell good anymore, but I’ll always think of it.
"Ms. Xiaolan, get in the car, I'll take you home." Binga deliberately chatted with Xiaolan about all sorts of things, unknowingly suggesting to her to forget about Conan.
"Thank you so much, Miss Kurokawa." Xiaolan felt that she had not had such a pleasant shopping experience in a supermarket for a long time. She just thought that Miss Kurokawa was a very talkative person. As for Conan, she had already forgotten about him.
Binga drove Xiaolan to her doorstep, then parked the car in the parking space behind his own building and went home carrying several large bags.
Similarly, Xiaolan also returned to the Maori Detective Agency with four big bags. Seeing Maori Kogoro watching TV, she said, "I'm back."
"You bought so many things. Really, how much did it cost?!" Maori Kogoro saw that Xiaolan bought so many things. She should be able to have a big meal at noon. Of course, he felt sorry for his wallet. He complained a few words casually, but he didn't see Conan. He wondered, "Where is that kid Conan?"
"Eh? Conan?" Xiaolan went from being confused at first to being shocked and exclaimed: "Oh my God, I actually forgot Conan in the supermarket."
"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri was also shocked. Xiaolan actually forgot the little kid in the supermarket.
"I met Miss Kurokawa in the supermarket. We were shopping together when a murder occurred. Conan should have run over. Miss Kurokawa and I went to the snack area, and when we came back, we forgot about him."
Xiaolan explained the reason and immediately ran to the door to look for someone.
"Hey, what are we going to eat for lunch when you leave me? It's not like that brat can't come back on his own. Hurry up and cook. You don't have to go." Maori Kogoro stopped Xiaolan, pushed her into the kitchen, and asked, "Do you want hot pot for lunch today?"
"Oh, yes, but Conan is alone..." Xiaolan was still a little worried about Conan being alone.
"It's okay, that little kid is very smart, don't worry about him. He should be back by the time you finish cooking." Mouri Kogoro urged Xiaolan to cook quickly, put the food in the refrigerator, and not to worry about the little kid.
Just now when Xiaolan came back, I found that she was very happy, the kind of happiness that came from the heart.
But after he mentioned Conan, the little brat, that feeling disappeared instantly, and Mouri Kogoro wanted to slap himself in the face for that broken mouth.
"Let's make a tomato and corn hot pot. This is what Ms. Kurokawa taught me." Xiaolan held up some minced beef and said, "She said that minced beef and celery taste good in this soup! Dad, you and Conan can try it today."
"Yeah, yeah, okay, you bought too many things." Maori Kogoro found four large bags of things, and was afraid that the things would go bad if they were not put into the refrigerator in time, so he helped to sort them out and asked tentatively: "You seem to like Miss Kurokawa very much?"
"Yes, Miss Kurokawa is actually a very kind person. She went to buy hot pot ingredients to invite Miss Kurosaki and Mr. Jiang to eat hot pot together. But what I bought was okay. Miss Kurokawa bought twice as much as I did."
Xiaolan talked endlessly about Kurokawa Yuka.
During these short two hours, Binga kept giving Xiaolan psychological hints, so her memory of these two hours is particularly clear, and she ignored Conan.
Of course, Binga also hinted to Xiaolan that she should be happy. After all, as a technical expert in the organization and the leader of the intelligence group, he is very good at psychological research. It's just that he usually likes to let himself go in the organization, and except for using it to obtain intelligence, he usually doesn't use this ability.
"Do you want to buy some desserts? Since we're eating such a luxurious hotpot, why not have desserts as well?" Seeing that his daughter was really happy, Kogoro Mouri decided to make her happy. He knew that Xiaolan liked to eat the desserts from next door.
"Eh? But I've already spent a lot of money today..." Xiaolan was still hesitant, wondering if this would result in not having enough living expenses for this month.
"Go, go, buy more. I really want to eat it. At worst, I can just take on more cases." Kogoro Mouri urged Xiaolan to buy it quickly.
Conan was busy looking for the murderer and clues in the supermarket. He knew that Xiaolan did not follow him, but he didn't know that Xiaolan had already left.
A few hours later, he deduced the truth, found the murderer, found evidence, and assisted Inspector Megure in arresting the murderer. When he went back to look for Xiaolan, she was gone.
"Xiaolan...really abandoned me." Conan felt complicated and abandoned, and he felt very uncomfortable.
On the other side, Binga was watching the store here, asking Kurosaki Saki and Jiang Xiaobai to wash the vegetables and prepare their favorite food. He was a little surprised to see Xiaolan coming over, "Miss Xiaolan? Would you like to buy some desserts to go with the hot pot to relieve the spiciness?"
"Hey, I don't know why my dad was suddenly generous today and asked me to buy some desserts." Xiaolan even suspected that her father had stolen the money to bet on horses, but she checked before she went out and there was no sign that the money had been touched.
"Is that so? Then..." Before Binga could finish his words, he heard the system's voice in his mind.
[System 1: Host, please invite the male and female protagonists to have lunch together to increase the trust of the protagonist group, integrate into the Red Team, and assist the Red Team in eradicating the organization. ]
[System 1: Host, please invite the male and female protagonists to have lunch together to increase the trust of the protagonist group, integrate into the Red Team, and assist the Red Team in eradicating the organization. ]
[System 1: Host, please invite the male and female protagonists to have lunch together to increase the trust of the protagonist group, integrate into the Red Team, and assist the Red Team in eradicating the organization. ]
[System 1: Host, please invite the male and female protagonists to have lunch together to increase the trust of the protagonist group, integrate into the Red Team, and assist the Red Team in eradicating the organization. ]
[System 2: Invite the hero and heroine to dinner, poison them with rat poison and send them to see God. This system will keep you safe for life. This system is your companion system. That bastard wants to devour this system. It *&*$-*&^&%$_%$@......]
Although Binga was annoyed by this schizophrenic system, he also paid attention to what they said, especially when one of the systems said that the other one was going to devour it. He analyzed from this that perhaps the two were in a state of restraint.
If one side has a problem, the other side will take complete control...
Control what?
Is it about controlling yourself?
Does that mean I'm completely crazy?
If you want to solve the root cause, you still have to remove these two things.
Before he could figure out the problem, the system's urging voice appeared in his mind again.
"Do you want to eat hotpot together? It's more lively when there are more people around. Why don't Miss Xiaolan and Mr. Maori join us?" Binga invited, having already prepared rat poison.
Since you want him to do something, he should do it according to his own ideas.