Listening to Maoliran's voice, Kudo Shinichi immediately stumbled to his feet, the black-rimmed glasses he was wearing were large, obviously not the size of a child's face.

"This kid ......"

Mao Lilan looked at Kudo Shinichi seriously, and his eyes made Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but be furious.

I grew up with Maori Lan's childhood sweetheart since childhood, and I also saw Xiaolan when I was a child.

If you talk about the familiarity with herself, Xiaolan is definitely one of the people who are familiar with herself in the world, so she shouldn't have discovered it, right?

"It's so cute!"

Mao Lilan took his heart into his arms.

Referee, she deliberately hit someone!

Feeling the sweet fragrance of the girl, Kudo Shinichi's face immediately appeared as if he was drunk.

Luckily, I didn't find it.

"Staring."

But Mito Moon was not far away as if she was dead, looking at Shinichi Kudo with an intriguing expression.

His expression of enjoyment immediately became bitter, no, Mito Tsukikiki's pestle was really too good there!

In this cold winter, it seems that even Xiaolan's body can't let herself feel warm.

"Who is this kid?" Maoliran turned to ask Dr. Asa behind him.

"Ahh Dr. Asasa put his hands behind his back and explained in a reading tone, "He, this child is the child of a distant relative. ”

"What's your name?"

"I, my name is new, no, it's not." Faced with Mao Lilan's doubtful voice, Kudo Shinichi glanced at "Edogawa Ranbu Complete Works" behind him, and he almost blurted out Kudo Shinichi's real name, "Conan, my name is Edogawa Conan!" ”

Mito Tsuki, who was watching from a distance, nodded with satisfaction, he could be regarded as witnessing history.

Death has come to Tokyo!

From a drum washing machine to a dwarf winter melon Conan.

Although the body has become smaller, the mind is just as good, and the omniscient detective will always have only one truth!

"Conan? What a strange name. ”

Well, Mito Moon also felt a little strange that Conan was placed in a Japanese name.

However, considering the Warring States period, there were Japanese women with 'Maria' and 'Galatha' in their names, which can also be said to be the traditional Yunneng of the island country.

For example, Maria Ozawa.

"Guys, if it's okay, I'll go back first." Mito nodded at Dr. Agasa.

There's no need to stay here any longer, and if the plot of "Detective Conan" isn't too vague in his memory, Edogawa Conan will have to deal with another case tonight.

He didn't want to be involved in a murder every day, it was the work of the Big Three in Rice Flower Town.

Wait, if I'm not mistaken, just one night Kudo Shinichi experienced a roller coaster murder / shrinking body / and the kidnapping of the rich daughter.

Will Conan's timeline be stretched like a noodle, or will Conan be a master of time management?

"Ah, please walk slowly, Conan, thank you Mito-san for sending you home."

Dr. Asa rubbed Conan's head, and little Conan reluctantly bent down to Mito Moon to thank him.

Looking at Edogawa Conan's current appearance, Mito Moon showed her signature dead body smile again.

Chills!

Edogawa Conan had a bad chill and just wanted to hide in Xiaolan's arms and feel warm.

Walking all the way home from the water stains on the street outside, Mito Moon pushed open the door of the apartment, rubbed his somewhat dry hair and sat at the desk.

Part of the desk is occupied by a typewriter, and this electronic product is not small.

Typewriter.

"Typewriter?"

Mito looked at the desk in astonishment: "Where's my typewriter?!" ”

I saw that there was still a typewriter on the desk that he had bought for hundreds of thousands of dollars before, and the place where the typewriter should have been placed was now a big-ass computer monitor.

And underneath the table, there is a boxy desktop host.

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT IN LINE WITH COMMON SENSE, MITO YUE REMEMBERS VERY CLEARLY, HE BOUGHT A TYPEWRITER IN AKIHABARA, IT WAS NOT THAT HE DIDN'T THINK ABOUT BUYING A COMPUTER AT THAT TIME, BUT HE WAS NOT USED TO THE DOS SYSTEM, LINUX SYSTEM, AND UINUX SYSTEM.

So it was the thieves who came in and stole the typewriter and put a more expensive computer host here?

Then Mito Moon really has to thank each other.

"Wait!"

Mito patted her face and blinked her eyes to probably understand what was going on.

It's no wonder that today's weather is unusually cool, and it's completely explainable.

The timeline is out of order.

After Kudo Shinichi's body shrank, the entire world line began to accelerate and become confused.

From ninety-four years, one step has crossed an unknown amount of time.

Technology has advanced, electronic products have been updated, but the only thing that has not changed is that everyone still lives in the same year.

In other words, Suzuki Sonoko's mobile phone went from straight to clamshell to smartphone, but Conan is still that first grader!

The timeline has jumped in front of it, and the typewriter has been upgraded, which is very Kexue.

"My typewriter ......"

With a wail that was neither yin nor yang, Mito turned on the boot button of the computer console.

The typewriter has become a personal PC, which is not evolution or super-evolution, it is completely a zombie tyrannosaurus that has evolved from a tyrannosaur to a virus by mistake.

"Windows 95 system? In other words, the time has come to at least after 1995, which is really ...... One sleep spans a whole year. ”

Typewriter mistakes evolved into computers, and Mito had nothing to complain about, anyway, computers were more expensive than typewriters these days.

"I don't know what the network is like."

Mito Moon was surprised to find that the evolved computer still has a network, and the network cable is connected to the phone to dial up the Internet, and in the era of dial-up Internet access, there is no need to pursue any Internet speed, and it takes a lot of effort to open a picture.

The forums of this era are all in the style of netherworld typography, with black and white fonts and backgrounds, which is very like a tombstone, but because the Internet in 95 years has just started, Mito Moon did not find anything interesting on the Internet.

It wasn't until 2,000 years ago that the number of people surfing the Internet in Japan reached 10 million, and paradoxically, the number of people using mobile phones to surf the Internet in Japan at that time was not as great as the number of people surfing the Internet on computers.

Of course, the abundance of mobile Internet access in that era was far from comparable to that of later generations.

"Maybe one day when you wake up, 5G has already been popularized."

A new document was created on the desktop, and Mito began typing.

After thinking about it, he sent another text message to Nabe Shion, asking if his editor had opened an online mailbox.

Sending and receiving works through the web mailbox is not much more efficient than handwriting.

Sure enough, technology can change lives.

Here, I pay homage to the typewriter of the kingdom of heaven.

After a while, Nabe Shion sent a text message with a personal email address written on it.

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