"Tang Ze!" Sonoko Suzuki threw herself in front of Karasawa's desk with an exaggerated expression, "What's wrong with your face!" ”

Tang Ze was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that she wanted to touch her band-aid directly, he quickly leaned back and dodged: "It's just a little scratch." ”

Suzuki Sonoko was heartbroken, and her thoughts were completely written on her face, and when you read it carefully, it was "someone is willing to hurt such a face".

What a real face dog.

Mao Lilan grabbed her best friend who was having a seizure again, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, the garden doesn't mean to offend...... Thank you very much last night, Tang Ze. ”

Mori Kogoro, who was very interested, poured a lot of beer into the café, and by the time the café closed, he couldn't walk a straight line.

Although Mao Lilan's actual force belongs to a weak woman with a double A, a high school boy and an adult, it is really ungraceful for a girl to deal with a drunk who is drunk into mud.

So Amuro and Karasawa worked together to put Maori Kogoro on the third floor, Amuro left after work, and Karasawa stayed behind to help Maori Lan cook hot water and hangover tea.

It's not all because I want to brush up my favorability, it's mainly because Tang Ze, who has a long-term history of alcoholism, is too skilled in doing this set of moves, and he has a set of combos, and before Maori Lan and Conan can react, Maori Kogoro was picked up and placed on the sofa flatly.

Now Tang Ze's reputation here in Maolilan has risen from "good-natured new classmates" to "gentle and good neighbors".

"Little thing, is Mr. Maori okay this morning?"

"Thank you for the hangover tea, Daddy is refreshed."

"That's good, if you can help."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere was friendly and harmonious.

As soon as Suzuki Sonoko stretched out his hand, he approached the two of them with a sense of crisis, and turned his head left and right: "What are you talking about, have you become familiar with it after I haven't seen you for two days!" It's not fair, Xiaolan, your big detective has only been away for a few days, you have to be single-minded! ”

Mao Lilan's smile collapsed suddenly: "Don't mention it...... That reasoning maniac, made a phone call and said that the troublesome case was going to leave for a while, and I don't know how long it would take to come back......"

"Detective?" Tang Ze tilted his head curiously, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"It's Kudo Shinichi, he is often on the news, you should have seen it." Suzuki Sonoko patted Xiaolan's shoulder with a big grin, "Xiaolan's young tame!" I'm also a student in our class, but you disappeared before you transferred over, and you didn't have a chance to see it. ”

"He's a detective...... Mr. Maori is also a detective, right? Tang Ze has a character logic in his head, and he is currently more suitable for a sad teenager who yearns for justice but can't, so he put on a melancholy expression that he showed to Toru Amuro, "It's so good......"

"Don't talk about that reasoning maniac, Xiaolan, let's go to the art museum together after school, okay?" Sonoko Suzuki didn't want to discuss Shinichi Kudo, but also felt that Tang Ze was depressed, so he quickly changed the topic, "There have been rumors in the past few days that there are strange incidents happening at the Rice Flower Art Museum!" ”

"Rice Flower Art Museum? They were holding a medieval art exhibition recently, I wanted to go and see it, I heard that there are a lot of famous works, and there are many new collections, but I asked my father to accompany me, and he refused to ...... at all."

Sonoko Suzuki snapped her fingers: "Yes, it's that art exhibition, there are late-night patrol guards, who say that when they see medieval armor, they will wake up at midnight and walk by themselves!" ”

"Hey, is this strange event this kind of supernatural event?" Maolilan, who was a little afraid of ghosts, hesitated.

"Don't you think it's very interesting, it's very in line with the mystery of the Middle Ages, and it just so happens that you want to go to the art museum too, let's go together!" Suzuki Sonoko saw the dagger, and turned his head to look at Tang Ze, "Tang Ze, you can come with you, you haven't been out to Rice Flower Town yet, have you?" ”

Your map of Yan is a bit short......

Seeing through Suzuki Sonoko's intentions at a glance, Tang Ze naturally wouldn't refuse: "Okay, but Maori's classmates still have to pick up Conan from school, why don't you call him along?" ”

Just today, the fake primary school student officially started his long first grade career, and as a half-parent, Mao Lilan will not let the children who go to school on the first day go home alone.

"That little ghost...... All right. "If you don't pick up Conan, your best friend is likely to give up the trip, and if it turns out that she asks Tang Ze and the two of them to go to the exhibition, the nature will be different, and she may be rejected.

Need an extra bear kid light bulb. Sonoko Suzuki sighed.

After school, he went to Didan Elementary School to pick up Conan, and Tang Ze met the legendary Bear Child Detective Group, and by the way, he received Conan's unpleasant sneaky squint.

There is a handsome guy who has just transferred to the school, and he lives downstairs from them, and he has no less chance of getting along with Maoriran day and night than the previous Kudo Shinichi, which makes Conan's rival radar frantically alarm.

Tang Ze was too lazy to bother with this East Asian vinegar king, and smiled back with a good temper.

The man who can't go back is like this, and he is really anxious when he sees handsome guys around Qingmei.

After Yuanzi mentioned the art museum, Tang Ze dug through his memory in a few hours to find his impressions of the case.

He quietly took out his mobile phone and tried to enter the names of the murderer and the deceased one by one, but unfortunately found that none of them could trigger the navigation app.

Also, except for the bombing case, there are almost no random killings in the Ke Xue case, and they are basically murders born in the network of interpersonal relationships.

Although the probability of the deceased committing evil is much greater than that of the murderer - such as the death of Marudenjiro, who was just suspended by Tang Ze, many of them are personal grievances that do not cause distorted personalities, and stealing hearts to transform is not omnipotent, and can only beat perverts, and they can't control their parents' shortcomings and sudden evil diseases.

By the way, Tang Ze has already tried a few names with a lot of scenes, don't you say it, it's hard to say anything else in Ke Xue's world, the palace is really enough.

It's a pity that the main characters are mainly opponents, and it is unlikely that they will be involved in murders, which makes Tang Ze unable to raise his motivation, but the fact that there are palaces all over the ground gives him a lot of room to operate.

Tang Ze, a multi-weekly player, is well aware that the birth element of the temple is "a powerful desire that can distort cognition", whether good or evil. Distorted scum will produce temples, and people with severe psychological trauma will also produce temples, including paranoia in pursuit of ideals, and may also produce temples.

This is over if you accidentally beat the obsession of the key person, and the monster thief of the heart just wants to promote the plot and investigate the truth, not to destroy the human heart.

"This is it, Rice Flower Art Museum!" Suzuki Sonoko's shout pulled Karasawa back from his distant thoughts, "That moving armor is in the medieval art exhibition hall that was recently exhibited. ”

"Sister Yuanzi, we are here to see the exhibition, not to visit the haunted house......" It is not appropriate to stand at the door of people's houses and shout supernatural legends, the corners of Conan's mouth twitched.

Suzuki Sonoko waved his hand: "What's the matter, it's not like we don't buy tickets." After speaking, he naturally grabbed Tang Ze's arm and dragged him to line up.

Tang Ze looked up at the banner of the medieval art museum, bathed in the aura of death, and walked into this future crime scene with a deep sense of mourning.