In a slightly depressed courtyard, a man was dancing a sword, unable to see clearly but as if he was a young man.

After a while, an old man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist came, but he still couldn't see clearly, he bent his back, saw the young man dancing the sword, and scolded with dissatisfaction: "It's not easy to learn to forge a sword, what's the use of learning to dance the sword of Laoshizi?"

The young man threw the sword on the ground and walked away in a huff, muttering: "Dancing the sword is useless, casting the sword is useless!"

In a trance, the picture turned, and an uncoordinated sword in the old man's hand was thrown on the table. "The Han sword is seventeen inches and nine points, your sword is more than twenty inches, what the hell?"

The young man pouted, "I'm tall and have long arms, and it's uncomfortable if the sword isn't long." “

"Hulai!" the old man blew his beard and glared, picked up a forging hammer, and smashed the "long sword" in half with a hammer.

The picture changed again, and the young man seemed to have become an uncle, and he didn't see the old man.

The uncle stood in front of the stove, throwing a mess of mineral powder into the stove, looking very angry.

Filling the stuff indiscriminately, blowing the fire indiscriminately, the uncle was doing nonsense without noticing that there was a barometer on the stove, and the pointer on the barometer had pointed into the red area.

Stepping on the bellows again, the uncle grabbed a handful of silver metal pellets and threw them into it without looking.

The stove exploded suddenly, and the uncle finally panicked while standing in a sea of fire.

Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

Whose phone is ringing! The uncle is so worried that the best person to call is the fire brigade.

Jingle bells!

"it!!" Mizuma Moon woke up from her dream, and then fell under the bed all at once.

"This number...... Is it Taichuan from the Civil Department?" Picking up the phone, Mizuma Yue frowned.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mizuma, it's me, fifty miles from Taichuan. “

"Fifty miles, I'm on vacation today. “

"Are you sure? I might have a message here that you owe me a favor. “

"If there's a fart, say it......" Mizuma Yue's stomach got up.

"Detective, and the one you know best. “

"Mori Kogoro!" Mizuma's eyebrows twisted together, "His house has been burglarized?" "Will you call the hospital for a while, reminding them to prepare to receive someone who has been badly injured by a soccer ball, or who has been crippled by karate, or who has been knocked unconscious by judo.

"Not really. Taichuan interrupted Mizumatsuki's cranky thoughts and replied: "I just received a civil report, a family may have been robbed, although the things were not lost, but the eldest son was knocked out with a guqin. “

"When I arrived at the scene, I found Mori Kogoro as a guest at his house, but they didn't seem to know Mori Kogoro's identity and just treated him as an ordinary guest. “

"Is Mori Kogoro alone, or is his family there?" Mizuma then asked.

"The family was there, his daughter and the little boy. “

"Interesting......" Mizuma Moon felt that there must be something hidden in the investigation of Maori Kogoro's "micro-service", and there was also an incident, which must not be simple.

Mizuma forgot one thing: Mori Kogoro concealed his identity to investigate, and it was more of his old job: investigating affairs and extramarital affairs.

couldn't help but yawn, Mizuma Yue analyzed and said: "There is no reason for me to go out now, please help me keep an eye on it, you must be careful, the probability of the Maori family at the scene of the murder is too high." “

"I know......" After saying Taichuan Fifty Miles, he hung up the phone.

Shui Jianyue pinched her eyebrows, looked at the time, it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were still moths to disturb people's dreams.

Anyway, what did you dream about just now? I can't remember, it doesn't seem to be a good dream, forget it.

On the other side of the story, Conan is poking his brain around.

I always feel that it is awkward to see that the police did not see Mizumatsuki, especially if it is still within the boundaries of Tokyo, but there is no way to investigate the case with peace of mind, and I always feel that it will not be long before Mizuma Moon jumps out and kicks him out of the door.

"Conan, you're running around again!" criticized Xiaolan, who found Conan, and then sat in the living room with Conan, not letting Conan walk around.

Conan was also aggrieved, in the past, he was bent on checking evidence, but this time he was looking for that guy from Mizumatsuki, but he didn't look at the scene of the crime in detail, it's not cost-effective, it's not cost-effective.

Therefore, based on the above reasons, it is concluded that this guy from Mizuma Moon is not shallow!

"Hmph, this kid is afraid that he will be bullied by the water boy, so be careful everywhere. Uncle Maori saw Conan's knot at a glance, and while gloating, he took the opportunity to pretend to be forced to say to Conan in front of his daughter: "Don't worry, little ghost, this incident has not yet attracted people from the Criminal Department, and that guy from Mizuma will not come." ”

But whether the police who came here will tell the Mizuma boy about it, I can't say.

Uncle Maori said this sentence in his heart, and basically analyzed what had happened.

Conan was annoyed that he hadn't remembered it, and asked Uncle Maori while pretending to be tender: "Won't Uncle go and take a look? If the detective comes out, this kind of theft must be solved easily!" Conan couldn't solve the case himself, so he began to encourage Maori Kogoro to solve the case.

"Boy, what's the theft, it's just the family's own thing. ”

"Huh, why is that?" asked Ran curiously, and Conan only pouted in disdain.

"After we brought that music box during the day, they mentioned that 'Spring is Coming' was the old lady's favorite song. ”

"The guqin that smashed the eldest prince was the old lady's, and the eldest prince stayed alone in the room where the qin was put without turning on the light, obviously looking for the guqin, and the person who smashed the eldest prince with the guqin no matter what the fundamental purpose was, obviously did not want the eldest prince or even everyone else to touch the guqin. ”

"But it also shows that there is nothing in the guqin that the eldest prince is looking for," Mori Kogoro concluded, pointing to the music box on the table, "So as long as the mystery of the music box is solved, this farce can be over." ”

"Wow! that's amazing, Dad!" Xiaolan rarely admired Uncle Maori.

And Conan didn't think much at first, thinking that he already knew these simple things, and with the in-depth analysis, Conan began to admire Jiang or the old spicy.

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