Who once said: Almost all people's lives have been wasted, because apart from the descendants, there is basically no such thing as a career, words and the like that have been passed down through the ages. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And who once said: Almost all people have been talking nonsense all their lives, because the predecessors who should say it have basically said it, and it has been passed down as famous sayings, proverbs, afterwords, idioms, etc., and future generations are just repeating these words, so they are all talking nonsense.

Yes, it's all nonsense.

Talking is nonsense, and those who don't speak and write novels are also writing nonsense.

Obviously a sentence "A certain teenager has gone through many hardships and finally reached the top of the world" can be said, but it is necessary to write hundreds of thousands, millions or even more words, what is this nonsense? Something that can be said in a single sentence.

So the uncle's life should perhaps be summed up: in the constant detectives, daily life, and nonsense, the uncle has lived his meaningless and short life.

And then the whole book ends.

Well, that's also.

Uncle isn't dead yet.

Although Itakura Takura is indeed dead.

In this regard, when I came here and saw the uncle's twilight police department, I expressed my helplessness.

"Brother Maori, can't you just stay at home?"

“…… What do you mean by that? ”

"That's what you think it means."

"I don't think it's interesting."

"That's boring."

“……”

Yes, it's not interesting.

It's boring.

There is no point in living, people live an almost cookie-cutter routine, talk nonsense, walk the path that others have taken, and eat all kinds of substances that are constantly circulating in the human body and in nature.

What's the point? It's still dead.

However, whether it is natural death, accidental death, suicide death, or homicide death, it is especially someone else's leftovers, or they are following the old path of others.

Well, even death is so boring.

It's not interesting to live, it's not interesting to die, what's so interesting?

Uncle doesn't know such a question.

He didn't want to know, he was a wayward uncle anyway.

The police are busy handling the case, and the uncle is also secretly observing.

Conan still tried to steal, and he wanted the computer disk labeled "Diary".

Uncle can understand that generally all kinds of adult, action, love, education, documentary, art film things, will be marked as a variety of unobtrusive titles or something, and then hidden in the hard drive.

And the "diary", someone should have done it, because the diary is a private thing, and marking this means that you don't want others to watch it, and if you set a password or something, it won't cause people to be suspicious.

Well, that's just a malicious speculation by the uncle.

In general or nonsense.

With so many police presences, it was difficult for Conan to find any chance to steal the disks.

Moreover, this cannot be stolen either.

So there's only one way: copy.

Uncle and Conan, both thought of this.

They may also have a tacit understanding between them.

But it is still the well water that does not interfere with the river water.

Conan was still trying to figure out a way, but the uncle just glanced at him.

To be honest, Uncle is actually very reluctant to get involved in the showdown between Conan, the FBI, and the distillery.

It's a huge whirlpool, and if you're not careful, you'll die without a place to bury.

In light of this, not participating is the most sensible option.

But in comparison, it is much easier for the uncle to want a copy than Conan, after all, the Twilight Police Department will not suspect the uncle, and the other police officers are also happy to assist the uncle, and they will not ask anything at all.

So do you want to silently send an assist?

Uncle is struggling.

Of course, it's okay to send it, but Conan doesn't seem to need it.

Even if he didn't have an uncle, Conan would have thought of a way to do these things.

So sure enough, let's leave it alone.

"Uh-huh, it's decided."

So the uncle ignored it.

Well, that's all the hell.

Uncle is a "waste" person: a collection of nonsense, a collection of nonsense.

Something that can be done with a single sentence: I don't send assists for various reasons.

Look, how simple.

It's just that the uncle just likes to do so many things, and he just likes to get tangled up when he has something to do.

So is it necessary?

Not at all necessary.

It's like the process of solving a crime.

In the end, the uncle solved another case, and the murderer was unsurprisingly among the three people, and finally pleaded guilty to the law.

Look, how simple.

Is it necessary to do something in one sentence?

"Thank you again this time, Brother Maori."

With a satisfied expression, the Twilight Police Department patted the uncle on the shoulder.

So this is also redundant, obviously a "thanks" word can be done, just leave after speaking, how good, and waste saliva and waste time and energy to pat the uncle on the shoulder and say such a long sentence.

Waste.

Uncle also thinks that what the Twilight Police Department is talking nonsense.

"Dusk Police Department, it's not me talking about you, it's just a verbal thank you every time, so I'll have some material rewards, don't talk about bonuses or anything, and occasionally invite me to the next restaurant."

“……”

After thinking about it, the Twilight Police Department thought it seemed to be.

Then he nodded.

"Okay, then you go back with us and make a note or something, and then ......"

"And then?"

"Then take a bento and take it home and eat it slowly, I still have a lot of things to do, and I'll talk about it later."

“……”

The words of the Twilight Police Department sound reasonable.

But the uncle always felt as if something was wrong.

Delusion?

"That's right."

The Twilight Police Department, who was just about to arrange work for his subordinates, seemed to suddenly think of something.

"I just have something to tell you, you...... Well, let's wait a minute. ”

There are a lot of people, and some things are really not good to talk about here.

The uncle just nodded and didn't say much.

However, there is already some speculation in my heart about what the Twilight Police Department is going to say.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the theft of files.

Although the uncle already knew about it, it was told to him by Ashbara, and Ashbara also overheard the conversation between Conan and Dr. Asasa and Hattori Heiji.

As for where Conan got the news, Uncle Don't know this.

The Twilight Police Department thought that the uncle didn't know yet, so it probably wanted to tell the uncle about it.

Otherwise, there is nothing else to do to find an uncle.

At least the uncle thinks it is not.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the Twilight Police Department arranged the aftermath of the work, and then left the scene of the crime with the uncle.

By the way, I also told Xiaolan about finding an uncle for something.

Xiaolan can understand this.

"Then Dad, let's go back first, and see you at the police department at dusk."

"Ahh

The Twilight Police Department smiled and nodded.

Under normal conditions, the Twilight Police Department is still a very kind person.

The uncle didn't say anything, still holding a cigarette.

This seems to indicate that he is still thinking.

Conan didn't say anything, one hand was pulled by Xiao Lan, and the other hand was hidden in the pocket of his clothes.

Inside, there was a disk that he had secretly copied.

He thought that there was probably some intelligence information related to the distillery, so this time he didn't even care about it secretly, so he concentrated on finding a way to copy it.

Fortunately, it worked.

However, his small actions could not be hidden from the uncle, and the uncle saw it all, so Conan thought that he had not been discovered.

Seeing Xiaolan and Conan gradually walk away, the uncle also threw away the cigarette butts.

"Let's go, Dusk Police."

"It's fine."

The Twilight Police Department nodded, and walked towards the nearest police car with the uncle.

At this time, it was already night, neon flashing, even snowing, white snowflakes slowly falling, and finally falling to the ground, and quietly melting.

Well, that's nonsense again.

Anyway, it can be summed up in one sentence: Conan obtained some information about the distillery under the watchful eye of his uncle.

It's that simple.