Chapter 17 There is no way to save this time
“Karasawa-san!” Suzuki Sonoko threw herself at Karasawa’s desk with an exaggerated expression, “What’s wrong with your face!”
Karasawa He was stunned when he saw her directly trying to touch his band-aid, and quickly leaned back to avoid it: "It's just a small scratch."
Suzuki Sonoko was heartbroken, and her thoughts were completely written on her face. Read it carefully. "Someone is willing to hurt such a face."
What a real Yangou.
Mao Lilan grabbed her best friend who was having another fit and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, Sonoko didn't mean any offense...Thank you very much for last night, Karasawa-san."
Moori Kogoro was in high spirits I just drank a lot of beer in the cafe, and by the time the cafe closed, I could no longer walk in a straight line.
Although Mao Lilan's actual strength belongs to a weak woman with double A strength and speed, it is really ungraceful for a high school boy and an adult to ask a girl to deal with a drunkard who has drunk into mud.
So Amuro Toru and Karasawa worked together to carry Mouri Kogoro up to the third floor. Amuro Toru left after get off work, and Karasawa stayed behind to help Maori Ran boil hot water and hangover tea.
The reason is not entirely because he wants to increase his favorability. The main reason is that Karasawa, who has a long history of alcoholism, is too skilled in doing this set of moves. It was cleaned up and laid flat on the sofa.
Now Tangze's reputation in Mao Lilan has risen from "good-tempered new classmate" to "gentle and good neighbor".
"It's a small matter, how are you doing, Mr. Mori this morning?"
"Thank you for the hangover tea, Dad, he feels refreshed."
"That's it. Okay, I hope I can help.”
The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere was friendly and harmonious.
Suzuki Sonoko stretched out her hand and came between the two of them with a sense of crisis, turning her head left and right: "What are you talking about? We have already become familiar with each other after not seeing each other for two days! It's not fair, Xiaolan, your great detective just ran away." You have to be dedicated for a few days!"
Mao Lilan's smile suddenly fell: "Forget it... That reasoning madman made a phone call and said that he had to leave for a while because of a troublesome case. Do you know how long it will take to come back..."
"Detective?" Karasawa tilted his head curiously, "Who are you talking about?"
"It's Kudo Shinichi, he is often in the news. , you should have seen it too." Suzuki Sonoko patted Xiaolan's shoulder carelessly, "Xiaoran's little boy is also a student in our class, but you disappeared before you transferred here, so I didn't have a chance to see him."
"He is a famous detective... Mr. Mori is also a detective, right?" Karasawa was thinking about character design logic in his mind. At present, it is more suitable for a sad boy who longs for justice but cannot, so he put it on display for Toru Amuro. I had a melancholy expression, "It's so good..."
"Stop talking about that crazy reasoning guy, Xiaolan, let's go to the art museum together after school?" Suzuki Sonoko didn't want to discuss Kudo Shinichi, and felt that Karasawa was feeling depressed, so she quickly changed the topic, "There have been rumors these days. There is something strange happening at the Mihua Art Museum!"
"Mihua Art Museum? They are holding a medieval art exhibition recently. I want to go and see it. I heard that there are many works by famous artists. New collection, but I asked my father to accompany me, but he refused at all..." Mao Lilan got angry when she thought of Maori Kogoro's careless look.
Suzuki Sonoko snapped her fingers: "Yes, it's that art exhibition. There are guards patrolling late at night. They say that when they see medieval armor, they will wake up at midnight and walk on their own!"
"Eh! , is the strange incident this kind of supernatural incident?" Mao Lilan, who was afraid of ghosts, hesitated.
"Don't you think it's very interesting? It fits the mystery of the Middle Ages. You also want to go to the art museum. Let's go together!" Suzuki Sonoko saw the picture and turned to look at Karasawa, " Karasawa-san, why don’t you come with me? You haven’t been out to Mihua Town much, right? "Your map of Yan Country is a bit short...
Seeing through Suzuki Sonoko's intention at a glance, Karasawa naturally would not refuse: "Okay, but Mori-san still has to pick up Conan from school, why not ask him to go with us?"
Right now Today, the fake primary school student officially started his long first-grade career. As a half-parent, Mao Lilan would not let the child go home alone on the first day of school.
"That brat... okay." If she didn't pick up Conan, her best friend would probably give up on the trip. If she asked Tang Ze and two people to go shopping, the nature would be different. It may be rejected.
One more naughty light bulb is needed. Suzuki Sonoko sighed.
After school, he went to Didan Elementary School to pick up Conan. Tang Ze met the legendary naughty boy detective team and received an unpleasant sideways glance from Conan.
A handsome boy has just transferred to the school and lives downstairs from them. The opportunities to spend time with Mao Lilan are no less than Kudo Shinichi before him, which makes Conan's love rival radar go crazy.
Tang Ze was too lazy to argue with this jealous king of East Asia, and responded with a good-tempered smile.
A man who can't change is like this. He gets really anxious when he sees a handsome guy around Qingmei.
After Sonoko mentioned the art museum, Karasawa rummaged through his memory to find out the impressions of the case within a few hours.
He quietly took out his mobile phone and tried to enter the names of the murderer and the deceased one by one. Unfortunately, he found that none of them could trigger the navigation APP.
Similarly, apart from bombings, Ke Xue’s cases almost never included random killings. They were basically murders born out of interpersonal networks.
Although the probability of the deceased committing evil is much greater than that of the murderer - such as the death of Marudenjiro who was just stopped by Karasawa, many of them are private grudges that will not cause distorted characters, and heart-stealing transformation is not a panacea. We can only beat up the perverts, but we can't control the family's shortcomings and sudden serious illnesses.
By the way, Tang Ze has already tried out a few names of people who have a lot of roles in it. Don't mention it, it's hard to say anything else about Ke Xue's world. The palace really has enough control.
Unfortunately, the main characters are mainly involved in wits battles with rivals, and are unlikely to be involved in murder cases. This makes Karasawa unmotivated, but having palaces all over the place gives him a lot of room for maneuver.
Multi-game player Karasawa knows very well that the key to the birth of the palace is "a desire powerful enough to distort cognition," regardless of good or evil. Twisted scum will create temples, and so will those with severe psychological trauma, including paranoid people who pursue ideals, may also create temples.
This would be over if the obsession of the key person is accidentally defeated. The Phantom Thief of Heart just wants to promote the plot and investigate the truth, not to destroy the heart of humanity.
“This is it, the Rice Flower Museum!” Suzuki Sonoko’s shout brought Karasawa back from his distant thoughts, “The moving armor is in the medieval art exhibition hall that was recently exhibited.”
< br>"Sister Yuanzi, we are here to see the exhibition, not to visit the haunted house..." It's not appropriate to stand in front of someone's house and shout about supernatural legends, Conan's mouth twitched.
Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand: "What does it matter? It's not like we don't want to buy tickets." After saying that, she naturally grabbed Karasawa's arm and dragged him to line up.
Karasawa looked up at the banner of the Medieval Art Museum, bathed in the halo of death, and walked into the future crime scene with a deep mourning mood.
Today’s second chapter will be a little later_(:з ∠)_I’m sleepy, let’s sleep first
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