Today is definitely not the lucky day for Kogoro Mouri! I drove my daughter and her friends out for shopping, and waited in the parking lot to watch the children. How could it be a symbol of good luck!

While thinking about it with annoyance, Uncle Maori glanced at Conan who was lying in the back seat leisurely reading comics, snorted coldly, picked up the radio and headphones and sounded like a horse racing radio.

"Uncle, uncle." Before he could finish a game, Conan shook Kogoro Mori's arm.

"What are you doing! Little Devil!" Uncle Maori took off his headphones, and he promised that if this little devil said something like going to the toilet, he would definitely use his magical skills, Maori Iron Fist to teach him a lesson.

"Sister Xiaolan said she wanted us to go to Lulunsi's restaurant to wait for her." Conan said while swaying his cell phone.

Uncle Maori retracted the ready-to-go Mori iron fist in disappointment and muttered: "Why do you want to send you a message instead of sending it to me directly?"

"It must be because Sister Xiaolan knew that her uncle must be addicted to horse racing radio and could not notice the text messages on his mobile phone." Conan subconsciously told the truth.

"duang!" Maori iron fist finally hit Conan's head.

"Woo... it hurts so much." Conan hugged his head, tears streaming down his eyes.

"Okay, go to the restaurant quickly, stop talking." Uncle Maori was refreshed after finishing work, and Conan reluctantly followed behind and rubbed forward little by little.

"Oh! Where are there beauties?" Uncle Maori's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw a beautiful woman in fashion and flamboyant clothes in the telephone booth in front. What's more attractive is that although she was dressed flamboyant, the beauty exuded a sense of weakness. I felt pity, which aroused Uncle Maori's desire to protect her. He decided to have a good chat with this beauty as her most solid protective umbrella.

At this time, the beauty had finished calling and walked out of the phone booth. Uncle Maori noticed that she had dropped an atomic pen, so he hurriedly walked up to pick up the pen, intending to use this to chat with her.

"Beautiful..." As soon as Uncle Maori's hand was placed on the other party's shoulder, he heard the beauty screaming or screaming almost harshly.

Then I didn't see where a gray shadow flew out and knocked himself to the ground, and then I was lifted up and then fell to the ground.

"It's very skillful to fall over the shoulder." Before his mind could turn, Uncle Maori fainted in a drowsy way.

"Hey! No, it's not this!" Before he fell into a coma, the uncle heard a familiar voice vaguely.

Mizumatsu knew that his expression must be very complicated, because he couldn't even figure out what his emotions were now. He was anxious, surprised, admired, gloating, and sad about the rabbit and the fox. All kinds of emotions were like the waves on the sea.

Uncle Maori is an old senior in the police industry. Although he retired very early, Mizumatsu still heard of his legendary myth.

A genius in judo, the best fighting among all policemen, a sharpshooter who can hit the prisoner with his eyes closed, is so bad that he can kill the god of war, and can lead all students into the ditch with god-level infectiousness.

Such a person later suddenly retired and became an unknown private detective, investigating some affair and messy things all day long. When Mizumatsu heard his legend, all the seniors who were in the same era as the uncle were lamenting that good talents were suddenly wasted.

However, the first place in the fighting back then, he is now lying on the ground and unconscious. The reason is that the too nervous and sensitive Miyamoto Yumi and Mikako Sato are too nervous and sensitive.

Is it that Mikako Sato is too strong? No, it is impossible. Although Mikako Sato is famous in the Metropolitan Police Department, she is more of her identity and beauty with her female policewoman, and her fighting spirit. In terms of fighting ability alone, Mikako Sato has the top ten.

Although there is the element of Mikako Sato unexpectedly and sneak attacks, why not the Maori hero is old? People will always get old. The number one police officer at that time was dealt with by an unknown man today. Will he be old all day long?

Mizumatsu shook his head and secretly called himself a fool. He was in his fifties in his two lives and had not experienced the taste of getting old yet. What else can I sigh? He had a fight with the black-clothed organization in this life, but I don’t know if he could live until he grows old. Instead of sighing here, it’s better to think more about how to deal with the organization and survive.

Uncle Maori has not been in a coma for a long time, after all, it has not been really ruined. Being attacked by Mikako Sato is just because he has not exercised for a long time after retirement, and is not as fragile as Mizumatsu sighs.

When he woke up in a daze, he found himself sitting next to the roadside with apologetic Mikako Sato, Conan with a caring look, and Mizumatsu who was very complicated and amused.

"What's going on..." Kogoro Mouri himself didn't know who he was asking, why he was sitting here? Did he fall asleep here after drinking and hangover last night?

"That..." Sato Mikako looked at Mizumama with her help.

"This matter may need to be explained slowly." Mizumatsu said with a very embarrassed look and touched his head.

"Then let's talk while walking. My daughter may be waiting for me to go to the restaurant." Uncle Maori took out his cell phone and glanced at the time and said.

"Okay, let's go and call Officer Meguri, too." Mizumatsu replied.

Lulunsi Restaurant

"I'm just that like a prisoner?" Uncle Maori could not help but complain. The uncle now had a band-aid sticker on his head and face, looking a little funny.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault (Yumi) for being too nervous!" Miyamoto Yumi and Mikako Sato apologized at the same time.

"Oh..." The uncle didn't intend to blame him too much, and he blamed himself for leaning over.

"So haven't caught the prisoner yet?" Conan asked.

Mizumatsu smiled dangerously.

Conan glanced at the restaurant gate and said it was not far away. The other party picked him up and threw him out easily, so he made a tactful smile and said nothing.

The uncle who witnessed all this said helplessly: "You, why are you always competing with this child?"

"Who said this guy is naughty and timid and timid, and he is so brave that he loves to commit suicide?" Mizumatsu had certainly thought of the reason long ago, "If this guy lets ask about the case, would you say that this guy go to find the murderer yourself in the afternoon and become the new result of the murderer in the evening?"

The uncle seriously thought about the kid's performance at other scenes, nodded in agreement, and then added another Maori iron fist.

Conan covered his head and grinned at Mizumatsu.

"Mr. Maori, it's not good to beat the child. Look, Conan still remembers my grudge. I'm a little worried now if one day I'll find some dead cats on my doorstep. Tell me about this..." Mizumatsu said sarcastically without hesitation.

"Don't worry, I will take care of this guy." The uncle put his big hand on Conan's head and rubbed hard.

Conan grinned in pain. The pain in his head, which was punched twice today, finally dissipated, and the rub started to hurt again.
Chapter completed!