The uncle thought carefully about how to live a petty bourgeois life and how to become a capitalist of all evils. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He is a time-traveler, and it stands to reason that the greatest wealth of a time-traveler is the memory in his mind.

Before the crossing, in addition to studying and working, I also used my spare time to read some novels or something.

Those protagonists who are reborn through the same as each other.,What lottery.,Gambling.,Stocks, etc.,There's everything.,Countless.。

But think about it carefully, although the uncle thinks he also likes football or something, but I'm sorry, that is, I have a good time watching it occasionally, not a fan, and I don't remember the results of those games, scores, etc.

As for lottery stocks or something, that's not to mention.

"Sure enough, the novels are all lies!"

The uncle lamented again.

As soon as he fell back, he lay directly on the tatami mat, using his hands under his head as a pillow, and looked at the roof above with a cigarette in his mouth.

If you don't have this roof, you can see that the sky is so vast.

It's so vast that you want to cry.

Just thinking about it, the uncle felt like he was about to cry.

Forget about crossing, after all, they all say that crossing changes fate, crossing changes life or something.

But if you don't die, you have to cross over to an uncle.

Well, uncle is also uncle, so I will admit it.

But why can't you give some gold fingers or something? Even if it's just 18 billion yuan in the passbook, that's fine.

And yet nothing.

There is a house that can collect rent or something, but that rent is just to maintain daily expenses, and it is useless at all.

Okay, okay, all of these are recognized, it's better to have than nothing.

And it seems to have inherited a good memory and reasoning ability to investigate crimes.

I thought I could be a detective with peace of mind, but who would have thought that it would be difficult to meet a girl who was excited, but because of the case, I finally committed suicide.

You can't blame anyone else for this, you have to blame ......

Just blame Conan for that bastard, if Conan hadn't anesthetized him, if Conan had given him that sheet music earlier, there would have been no follow-up.

Well, that's also in the past, and it's useless to dwell on that.

But now, with the idea of "I don't go to hell, who will go to hell", I want to eliminate harm for the people, put money and other things with "evil" abilities into my own pockets, and reduce everyone's suffering.

However, there is still no good gold finger.

Not to mention Goldfinger, even the plot of this world is not clear.

It's like taking a beautiful angel with a feminine appearance home, stripped naked with great interest, and ready to fight for three hundred rounds.

Then I found out that the statement that angels have no gender is true, there is nothing underneath, no holes and nothing like that.

What does this make him do?

It's too tricky.

"Alas......"

Shook his head helplessly and sighed.

After looking at it, he found that Marufujiro had not returned, so he had to continue to wait.

Keep thinking nonsense.

Everyone wants to make their lives better, and the premise of living well is based on material foundations.

If there is no material basis, everything is false.

It's like a person's body, if the body is good, the spirit is naturally good, and if the body is not good, there is also the spirit of a fart.

"Sure enough, let's go investigate the nearby banks and cash trucks, and get ready."

The uncle felt that it was no longer possible, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't come up with it.

"Anyway, why hasn't that guy come back yet?"

I looked at the door of the room, but still no one came back.

But at this time, there was a "......beep" phone call.

And it rang for a long time and no one answered.

The uncle, who was a little impatient, stood up directly, left the room and walked out.

"What is that old man doing?"

"I guess I can't hear it because I'm in the reception room."

Xiao Lan, who had been staying outside and counting how many times the fish had jumped out, said.

Conan nodded in agreement.

The uncle could only cut and walked over there.

Anyway, it's not far, go out and turn right, and then turn left is the outdoor corridor, and after walking through the outdoor corridor, you will get to the entrance.

The reception room seemed to have to go a little further down the hallway, but the phone was around the corner from the entrance.

In Neon, a relatively large house like this, the landline is generally placed at the corner of the hallway, near the entrance, as if it were conventional.

Just after the uncle walked over, the phone stopped, and it was obvious that the other party hung up.

"I'm X."

He cursed secretly, and turned around and walked back to the previous room with some unhappiness.

Seeing this, Xiaolan and Conan could only look at each other without saying a word.

They also don't know what to say.

Then I had to continue to wait, the uncle lay in the room, and Conan and Xiaolan sat in the outdoor hallway.

It was already afternoon, and after two hours of waiting, the sun had already turned into sunset.

The clouds in the sky are also dyed by the setting sun, orange.

Sometimes this color looks at it, which makes people like it, and sometimes when they look at it, it makes people feel sad.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Directly opposite the room was a small single house, with a few trees on the left, an orange sun hanging on the right, and clouds drifting slowly.

Sitting in the corridor, looking at this picture, Xiaolan had the urge to take a camera and take it.

Xiaolan is not a person who likes photography very much, and she can make her have the urge to take pictures, but it is conceivable that it must be a very beautiful scenery.

Conan doesn't have the emotional intelligence to appreciate these views, he's just complaining.

"That old man is too slow, what the hell is he doing?"

He really wanted to complain, including the uncle.

In his opinion, what extramarital affairs and the like don't need detectives to do at all, what detectives should investigate is the truth of those bad cases, what murders, robberies and the like.

Yes, that's what Conan had in mind.

However, it was just his idea, not the uncle's idea.

Uncle is different from Conan, Conan is a detective because of his hobbies, he doesn't live on this, he is a rich second generation, and he doesn't have to worry about trivial matters such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

But the uncle is not a rich second generation, if he doesn't work, he has no money, if he doesn't have money, he has no food, and if he doesn't eat, he will die.

Because one is a hobby and the other is a job, there are some things that Conan doesn't care about at all, unless he happens to be interested.

At this time, the "beep ......" phone rang again.

The uncle also came out as soon as possible, and was about to go over.

But soon the sound died down, and there was only one sound.

"What's going on?"

The uncle frowned slightly.

There are demons when things go wrong, and it always feels like something is wrong.

But scratching my head, I still can't figure it out.

He was about to go back to his room and wait, when the phone rang again.

"Hey, I'll go!"

Uncle is really a little upset this time.

Without saying anything more, he lifted his feet and walked over to see what was going on.

Go through the hallway, turn the corner, and ......

"Ahh

A few people suddenly walked in outside the entrance, and when they saw the uncle, they shouted in shock.

Conan and Ran hurriedly walked around the courtyard.

The uncle looked at it and found that it were two maids, one a little older and the other a little older.

"Who are you? Thief? ”

The older maid seemed to be frightened, and quickly asked.

But Uncle is not a thief.

"What thief? I'm a guest invited by the owner here, a detective, who are you? ”

"Detective?"

Another voice rang out, startling the uncle.

Turning his head to look over, he found that it was Marufujiro's wife, Maruinako, so a cold sweat broke out.

I knew that I wouldn't say much about my identity, and I must have guessed it now.