Māori Detective Agency.

Today there is no commission.

Early in the morning, Kogoro Maori turned on the TV, drank a bottle of beer, and sat on the sofa.

"Detective 'Sleeping Kogoro' is invited below, everyone is welcome!"

"Papapa", a group of extras at the scene applauded vigorously.

"Detective Maori, may I ask why you always had to fall asleep to tell your reasoning when you solved crimes in the past?"

"Ah, haha, you may not believe it········ I literally fell asleep········"

On TV, Kogoro Maori touched his head and giggled.

"Cases are always calling me, Detective, Kogoro Mori!"

"Sometimes, I will see the silent Grim Reaper at the scene of the murder~ Especially a few times, when I fell into the maze of reasoning, it was the Grim Reaper who guided me to several key clues in order to bring the prisoner to justice!"

"Oh? Can Mr. Maori see death? Don't know what death looks like? ”

"Sometimes it's a familiar person, sometimes it's someone you haven't seen, in short, it's both men and women, but the common denominator is that it's silent, and no one can see it except me············ It's similar to the description in the novel called "Death Note", the Grim Reaper will always inadvertently haunt the murder scene and give guidance to the detective, ahhahaha, I'm the kind of detective who is favored by the gods! ”

Conan, who was holding a cup of coffee and sitting on another sofa reading a newspaper, had dead fish eyes:

"Uncle Maori is really hard working······"

"It seems that the client last time was generous enough, and he had to give at least 500,000 yuan (about 30,000 yuan········"

Looking at the TV broadcast on the TV show, Maori Kogoro made witty remarks, stirring up the atmosphere of the scene, Conan fell into deep thought:

"Uncle Maori seems to have a good set of things, although he is an idiot of reasoning········ Unexpectedly adapted to a TV talk show········"

"Dad, is there really a Grim Reaper?"

Xiaolan walked over and asked curiously.

"Stupid, how is that possible!"

Maori Kogoro took a sip of beer and glanced at his stupid daughter with dissatisfaction:

"You've been with that reasoning kid for a long time, why haven't people become smarter? This is obviously the last time the writer commissioned it! ”

"Huh?"

Xiaolan blinked and said disappointedly:

"But the garden told me that someone really saw the Grim Reaper, and at 3:40 a.m. on the street, there was a Grim Reaper wearing a hood, like an illusion, crossing the road."

"That's impossible, how can there be a god of death in this world!"

"It's all hype, just like Uncle Maori's commission, it's just an urban rumor deliberately created by the author to promote his book, just to cheat you fools out of your money·········

Conan buried his head and looked at the newspaper, trying to find news of the Black Order from the newspaper.

Then, he didn't hear a sound, and he felt something wrong.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw that Mao Lilan's face was less than twenty centimeters away, and his eyes widened, staring at him as if he was looking at another familiar person through him.

"Ahaha, I heard from my uncle, didn't I ··········"

Conan smiled awkwardly, panicked like a dog, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

Maori Kogoro couldn't help but say, lifted Conan's collar, knocked twice, and scolded:

"Did you kid take advantage of my absence again to turn over my documents?"

"It hurts·····"

Conan had tears in his eyes.

Angry Kogoro, took Conan and handed it to Xiaolan:

"Lan, take care of this kid, don't let him mess around with my things!"

"Well, ah... Okay, Daddy······"

Xiaolan, who returned to God, was a little absent-minded, and looked down at Conan, who was covering his head and crying out in pain.

"Just ········· This kid ...... Exactly the same as when I was a new one·······"

"Now insert a short message, in Chiyoda District, Tokyo, there was a large-scale gun battle, and the two sides used heavy weapons in the firefight, and the scene was fierce, no less than Syria.

"Hello, Shiori Gokawa, this is the TV station. It's up to you to broadcast the live situation for you! ”

"Hello everyone, I'm Shiori Gokawa!"

The screen jumps to a vibrant beautiful girl sitting in a camera car.

She was facing the camera, fighting her spirits, and said in horror:

"The fighting here is fierce, it has turned into a battlefield, and we are on the edge of the battlefield, about two hundred meters from the nearest terrorist."

Then, the footage shakes, and through the open windows and multiple cameras mounted on the roof of the car, they clearly see the scene.

With a "boom", a red Santana in the distance was hit by an RPG and suddenly turned into a large fireball, and the sound of explosions came from the TV.

"Liar, liar, huh? Is this still Tokyo? This is Syria! ”

Conan's eyes widened, shocked beyond measure.

There have been many cases over the years, but other than that, the overall security in Tokyo is very good.

How did it become a battlefield in the blink of an eye?

Did I accidentally cross a parallel world when I was sleeping last night?

Conan broke free from the arms of Maorilan, who was also shocked, and ran to the TV on his short legs, watching intently.

Maori Kogoro also frowned, ignoring him, as if he was thinking about something important.

"The two sides of the war, on one side are the bikers, numbering about three hundred, with pistols, grenades, grenades, and more than sixty vehicles."

"There was only one person on the other side, a woman who couldn't see her face, and she was walking among the bullets in an uncanny way, and behold, she took out the Gatling!"

The picture is zoomed in, a small dot in the distance, and when zoomed in, it is a tea-haired woman who is constantly running, galloping on the road at an incredible speed, waving a captured Gatling in her left hand and spraying blue flames, shooting suddenly and continuously, and one person suppresses all the bikers.

"Peng—"

A modified Humvee was caught up by her, and with a punch, the black Humvee flipped upside down in the air a few times, flew out fifty or sixty meters, and then smashed into the front of the convoy, exploded, and turned into a fireball, engulfing the surrounding area for more than ten meters.

"Crunch—"

The entire convoy was forced to stop.

In the brand-new black Porsche, Gin and vodka in black clothes, black hats and black sunglasses, his face was as gloomy as ink.

"Big brother, it seems that we can't run away········"

Volt took a few deep breaths, and he asked in disbelief:

"Big brother, do you think Shirley will be·········· Developed a new project? ”

From the inverted mirror, he looked at the familiar figure, from behind, with bullets and grenades, chasing the biker who tried to change lanes and escape, catching up, punching a car, and the car was destroyed and killed.

Anyone, seeing that kind of speed, will no longer think that it is a normal human being··········

Gin has a calm face:

"Human body modification? Gene modulation? It's really a sherry with a good brain········· It was I who underestimated her talent! ”