Chapter Twenty-Seven: The so-called corridor is not easy to walk
It's a pity that some guy who spoiled the atmosphere came to make trouble again.
After Conan solved the trouble in his ass, he ran out of the toilet and started yelling, "Kurosawa, Kurosawa!"
"What are you doing?" Kurosawa Silver, who was enjoying peace, heard the sound of Conan's big scenery, and his eyebrows couldn't help but become tangled, he was a good guy, he came and went, and he didn't even call his brother anymore, where did he say that the good courtesy was?
"You're still asking me?" Conan panted and ran to Kurosawa's side, ignoring the latter's disgruntled eyes, and instead turned pale and asked angrily, "Why did I find a glass case embedded in the wall of the hallway on my way to the bathroom, and it was full of pistols and sniper rifles?"
"It's all been modified by me. Kurosawa took another sip of latte slowly, "As you can see, the caliber of the pistols is slightly smaller than the normal type, and there are no magazines on the side, so it's purely for my recreation." ”
"What do you say about the sniper rifle?" Conan's face darkened slightly.
Looking at Kurosawa Silver's attitude of winning steadily, in fact, he also knew that this sentence was asked in vain, and it was estimated that the former's powerful improvisation ability could pinch out millions of reasons to prevaricate him in a moment, but he was just a little sad.
God knows what he thought in his heart when he saw so many military weapons in the corridor, it was good not to be scared half to death, although he knew that Kurosawa Silver would not use these weapons to do bad things, but he couldn't help but have a pimple in his heart.
Kurosawa Silver also saw a little sign of it, so this time he didn't make any excuses, but shrugged his shoulders: "Don't think I'm the kind of guy who only denies, I can tell you for sure that those sniper rifles are genuine." ”
"What? What about you?" Seeing that Kurosawa Silver didn't find a reason, Conan suddenly became anxious, "You're not afraid that I will call the police to arrest you?"
Look at your attitude, how dare you arrest him, obviously expecting him to find an excuse to escape this catastrophe.
Kurosawa put the coffee cup down slowly, and his gaze calmly swept over Conan's face, but he looked more and more calm.
"Don't be afraid, because the sniper rifles in there are all old, they have long been scrapped, and a lot of parts in them are broken, but they are just good-looking, even if the police really come, it won't help me. ”
"All specimens?" Conan was stunned for a moment, "Dozens of sniper rifles, all specimens?"
As soon as he asked this, Gray Yuan coughed first, staring at Kurosawa Silver sitting next to her with strange eyes, she thought that the sniper rifles that Conan was talking about were only two or three, but she didn't expect the number to be so huge, and a small arsenal was nothing more than that.
Kurosawa Silver only returned a kind smile to the gaze cast by Gray Hara, then turned around and shrugged his shoulders at Conan casually: "You can think so, in fact, even if it is not a specimen, I can prevaricate with other reasons, because those sniper rifles can't shoot bullets." ”
Nonsense, do you think he is a fool to put that kind of important firearm in the corridor as an ornament? In this villa, all the guns on the surface are the failed products that he has transformed since he was a child, and they are placed in the visible corridor, just to make it easier for himself to find the shortcomings, so as to further improve.
Therefore, the firearms placed in the corridor are genuine, but they are less powerful than the gas-dogs that can be legally owned in Japan, that is, pneumatic guns, and they will not be lethal at all, and even if the police come, they will at most be verbally reprimanded and will not be confiscated, anyway, these are 800 years old waste, and they can only be seen and not used!
"Even if it's a sniper rifle that can't shoot bullets, you're pretty good at getting it. Conan sighed, "Kurosawa, I'm a little skeptical that you're the son of an arms tycoon, with a mysterious identity and unknown assets, and even living in a house has the courage to put so many pistols and sniper rifles in the glass cabinet in the corridor." ”
"The arms boss is not counted. Kurosawa Silver spread his hands, "But the influence is not under the arms boss." ”
"People really can't be compared to people!" Conan began to guess in his mind where Kurosawa Gin's parents were sacred, but even if he was daydreaming, he didn't dare to associate that possibility with Gin, and after he couldn't figure it out, he could only sigh.
Kurosawa Silver smiled and didn't answer, he wouldn't bother himself, so he just let this matter be lazy in his stomach.
As for the future, let Conan discover his secrets by himself, that guy can find out that it's that guy's ability, and if he can't find out, he will take a break.
Looking at Conan, who was still shaking his head and sighing, Kurosawa Silver's eyes unconsciously flashed a streamer, but it quickly fell silent, as if it had never appeared, unscathed, but Conan was unconscious, still sighing: "If Ayumi and they saw it, it must be my surprised attitude!"
Conan's words came from the heart, and one of his famous high school detectives was shocked into that kind of panic, and it must be even more so for the juvenile detective group of normal elementary school students, who probably shouted to swear an oath in the bottom of their hearts...... Be surprised...... Finish...... Belch?
Both of their expressions changed slightly, and they involuntarily straightened up, instinctively searching around for the shadow of the trio of the Young Detective Group.
Because it's so abnormal, they are so quiet by nature, so quiet that they are countless times more well-behaved than naughty children of the same age! You know, this trio used to be too obedient to even dare to go in and peep at the scene of the murder.
Unexpectedly, sitting around the side of the bookcase, reading a book with relish? Something is wrong, something is so wrong!
Kurosawa Silver and Conan glanced at each other, a strange smile appeared on their faces, and they didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly ran over to check the situation, and the gray plain who was sitting on the sofa seemed the most calm, and drank the last sip of barley water, before getting up and following up.
Her behavior does not mean that she is not worried about the junior detective group, but when she came out of the kitchen, she instinctively looked around the living room, and suddenly realized that the junior detective group was holding a photo.
However, Gray Plains was also a little curious about what kind of photos they were looking at, and they could turn all their attention away.
This curiosity reached its peak when Kurosawa Silver rushed to the side of the Junior Detective Group, glanced at it in a hurry, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
What is it that makes Kurosawa Gin's love suddenly turn like this?
In fact, Conan also wanted to know this, he looked at the photo, and then looked at Kurosawa Gin's expression, and always felt a subtle feeling, but where it was subtle, he couldn't say, this kind of mood made him want to know the truth of the matter even more.
Compared to the mood of those two people watching the show, Kurosawa Silver wished that he hadn't been here, so he wouldn't have heard that kind of hurtful words.
In fact, the trio is complimenting, but for Kurosawa Silver, this compliment is tantamount to thunder from the sky.