Today is definitely not a lucky day for Mori Kogoro! How can it be a sign of good luck to drive his daughter and his daughter's friends out to go shopping, and wait for people in the parking lot to watch the children or something!

While thinking about it in a troubled way, Uncle Maori squinted at Conan, who was lying in the back seat reading comics leisurely, snorted coldly, picked up the radio and headphones and listened to the horse racing broadcast.

"Uncle, uncle. Before he could finish a game, Conan shook Kogoro Maori's arm.

"What are you doing, little ghost!" Uncle Maori took off his headphones, and promised that if the little ghost said anything like going to the toilet, he would teach him a lesson.

"Sister Xiaolan said that she wanted us to wait for her at Lurensi's restaurant. Conan said as he swayed through a text message.

Uncle Maori stupidly withdrew his Maori iron fist and muttered, "Why did you send you a message instead of sending it to me directly?" ”

"It must be because Sister Xiaolan knows that her uncle must be addicted to horse racing radio and can't pay attention to the text messages on her mobile phone. Conan subconsciously told the truth.

"Duang!" the Maori fist finally smashed into Conan's head.

"Uh......h It hurts, it hurts. Conan held his head with tears in his eyes.

"Alright, let's go to the restaurant, don't ink. Uncle Maori, who finished his work, was refreshed, and Conan reluctantly followed behind and rubbed forward a little bit.

"Eh, where is there a beauty!" Uncle Maori's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a fashionable and flamboyant beauty in the phone booth in front of him, and what was more attractive was that although he was dressed flamboyantly, the beauty exuded a kind of softness and weakness, and I saw a feeling of pity, which inspired Uncle Maori's desire to protect, and he decided to have a good chat with this beauty, as her most solid umbrella.

At this time, the beautiful woman had finished making a call and walked out of the phone booth, and Uncle Maori noticed that she had dropped a ballpoint pen, and hurriedly walked up to pick up the pen, intending to strike up a conversation.

......As soon as Uncle Maori's hand was on the other's shoulder, he heard the beautiful woman let out an almost piercing scream, or scream.

Then, before he could see where he could see it, a gray shadow flew from and knocked him to the ground, and then he was picked up and fell to the ground.

"Over-the-shoulder falls, very skillful. Before he could turn his head, Uncle Maori fainted groggily.

"Hey, no, it's not this!" Before falling unconscious, the uncle faintly heard a familiar voice.

Mizumatsuki knew that his expression must be very complicated, because he couldn't figure out what emotions he was now, anxious, surprised, admired, gloating, rabbit dead and fox sad, all kinds of feelings came and went like waves on the sea.

Uncle Maori is an old-timer in the police world, and although he retired a long time ago, Mizuma Moon has heard of his legendary myths.

The genius of judo, the first in the whole police fight, the sharpshooter who can't miss the shot, the god of war who can hit the prisoner with his eyes closed, the brain is terrible to death, and the god-level infectious power that can be planted in the ditch with the whole department.

Such a person, who later suddenly retired and went to be a little-known private detective, spent his days investigating some extramarital affairs and messy things, and when Mizuma Moon heard his legend, it was all the old-timers of the same era as the uncle lamenting that good talents were suddenly wasted.

However, the first martial artist of the year, now lying on the ground unconscious, the reason is that it is Yumi Miyamoto and Miwako Sato, who are too nervous and sensitive.

Is Miwako Sato too strong? No, it can't be. Although Miwako Sato is famous in the Metropolitan Police Department, it is more related to her identity and beauty as a policewoman, as well as her hard work, and in terms of fighting ability alone, Miwako Sato has the top ten.

Although there is an element of Miwako Sato's surprise and sneak attack, but why not be Uncle Maori's hero twilight? People will always get old, and the first police officer of the year was cleaned up by a nobody today, will he have an old day?

Shui Jianyue shook her head, secretly scolding herself for being stupid, she is more than fifty years old in two lives, and she has not experienced the taste of being old, what is there to sigh, in this life, she has been with the black-clothed organization, and I don't know if I can live to be old, instead of sighing here, it is better to think more about how to deal with the organization and survive.

Uncle Maori hasn't been in a coma for a long time, after all, he hasn't really been abolished, and being attacked by Miwako Sato is just that he hasn't exercised for a long time since he retired, and he is not as fragile as Mizuma Moon sighed.

When he woke up in a daze, he found himself sitting on the side of the road next to Miwako Sato, who was full of apologies, Conan who looked concerned, and Mizuma Tsuki, who was very complicated and couldn't cry or laugh.

"What's going on...... Mori Kogoro himself doesn't know who he's asking, why is he sitting here, could it be that he fell asleep here with a hangover last night?

"That ......" Miwako Sato set her eyes on Mizuma Tsuki.

This may have to be explained slowly. Mizuma Yue was also quite embarrassed, touching her head and saying.

"Well, as we go, my daughter may still be waiting for me to go to the restaurant. Uncle Maori took out his phone and glanced at the time and said.

"Okay, let's go and call Officer Twilight as well. Mizuma replied.

Lourens Restaurant

"I mean, am I that like a prisoner?" said Uncle Maori, who already knew the cause and effect, and now had a band-aid on his head and face, which looked a little funny.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault (Yumi) for being too nervous!" Yumi Miyamoto and Miwako Sato apologized at the same time.

"Alas......" Uncle didn't plan to blame more, and blamed himself for leaning over with a smile.

"So you haven't caught the prisoner yet?" asked Conan.

Mizuma smiled dangerously.

Conan glanced at the door of the restaurant, it was not very far, and the other party picked himself up and threw it out easily, so he made a playful smile and said nothing.

The uncle who witnessed all this said helplessly: "You, why do you always compete with this child." ”

"Who called this kid a little ghost to be naughty and bold and love to die?" Of course, Mizuma Yue had already thought of a reason, "If you let this kid ask about the case, do you think this kid will go to the murderer by himself in the afternoon, and become the murderer's new result at night?"

The uncle seriously thought about this kid's performance in other scenes, nodded approvingly, and made up a Maori iron fist by the way.

Conan covered his head and bared his teeth at Mizuma.

"Mr. Maori, it's not good to beat a child, you see, Conan still holds a grudge against me, I'm a little worried now that I find out that some dead cat has been put in front ......of my house one day, tell me about it," Mizuma Moon said unceremoniously.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this guy. The uncle's big hand rested on the top of Conan's head and rubbed it vigorously.

Conan grinned in pain, the pain in his head that was punched twice today finally dissipated, and this rub hurt again.

"Promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis. Mizuma winked mischievously at Conan.