At nine o'clock in the evening, Xiaolan sent her drunken father to rest, and then told Conan to go to bed early. After waiting for about half an hour, Xiaolan put on the business attire that her mother had worn before, and then quietly went to her father's room to take a look. She heard the familiar snoring and confirmed that both the elder and the younger were asleep.
Only then did she go out cautiously.
"What is she doing? Why is Maomao Chongchong? She seems to care whether uncle and I are asleep..." Before Xiaolan walked out of the door, Conan suddenly sat up from the floor, his eyes in the darkness. The room seemed extremely dark.
strangeness? What did Xiaolan want to do when she suddenly got up? Are you going to get something from the second floor?
Conan quickly got up and put on his clothes, glasses, and watch. After Xiaolan went out, he immediately went up and put on his shoes, quietly opened the door, and looked out through the gap.
However, what surprised him was that Xiaolan did not go to the second floor, but went straight downstairs!
Something is wrong, something is very wrong! Why is she going this late at night? Wait, she doesn't seem to be wearing her usual clothes, right?
Conan's mood suddenly felt like an overturned five-flavor bottle, with emotions such as surprise, panic, worry, fear, etc. all pouring out. He quickly followed them without thinking too much.
Then following the street lights outside and the tracking glasses, he finally saw Xiaolan's overall outfit, which was a light blue business suit with a pair of low heels.
Of course, most of Conan's eyes were focused on the part under the skirt. The things he usually saw seemed to have special magic power today, blooming with strange charm and temptation.
"This outfit is absolutely foul. It's no less good than a swimsuit. Even...wait, what am I thinking!" Conan suddenly woke up, and then his heart became angry. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. He was about to burst into smoke. .
She didn't dress it for me!
who? who is it? Which bastard is it? What happened during my time away from high school?
On this cold night, Conan was trembling with anger. He wanted to rush up and ask Xiaolan face to face whether she had moved on and had another relationship, but he was afraid of disturbing the situation and could not see the mastermind behind the scenes.
Therefore, he could only suppress his anger and follow secretly.
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On the other side, Xiaolan was on the phone, contacting Hoshino Sora.
Hoshino Sora stood on the roof of a building, looked at Xiaolan, and said with a smile: "I really miss it. The three of us used to sneak out of the house to investigate cases. Now...oh, it's also three now. Hey, what a coincidence. No."
"Eh? Is Shinichi with you?" Xiaolan exclaimed.
"Hehe, I'm actually a little follower of you." Hoshino Sora said with a smile.
"?" Xiaolan quickly turned around and saw a fleeting little figure disappearing into the corner, "Is this...Conan?"
"Don't worry about him for now. The more you try to stop him, the more curious he will be. If you have a chance, scare him. Don't worry, I will take good care of him. You can complete your mental state cultivation and see if you can We can’t catch the hammer man." Sora Hoshino said.
Xiaolan thought for a while and sighed helplessly: "Conan is really..."
She thought about it, but still didn't persuade Conan to go home. After all, as Kong said, Conan's curiosity was too strong, and the more he tried to persuade him, the more counterproductive it would be.
Forget it, I'm tired, that's it.
Ever since, Xiaolan kept holding the phone and pretending to be talking to people, but in fact she was trying to paralyze the Hammer Man and attract the Hammer Man to take the bait.
It's just unclear whether the hammer man was paralyzed. Anyway, Conan was paralyzed with smoke rising from his head and his teeth making a crunching sound.
"Damn it! Damn it! Who is Xiaolan talking on the phone? They chatted for so long? He must not be a serious person! Xiaolan, this idiot, must have been deceived by his sweet words! Damn it, I really want to go over and listen..."
Conan was restless. At this moment, even though he had one of the best reasoning skills, it was of no use. Instead, his sanity was declining because of his crazy jealousy.
He just stared at Xiaolan's back with fierce eyes, staring, staring, staring...
Finally, when he arrived near the park, he saw a tall man in a black down jacket, who did not even dare to show his face, appeared from the other side of the road and walked around behind Xiaolan, and Xiaolan also stopped. Turn around.
"Ha! Ha!" Conan laughed angrily. Without saying a word, he took a big step forward and stood up from behind the telephone pole. He pressed down on his belt to release the football, then squatted down and instantly adjusted the power of his shoes to the highest level, but only The remaining sanity drove him to adjust the power to the mid-range.
Under normal circumstances, as usual, when he kicks prisoners, he uses low-level gear, which is enough to knock people unconscious, while mid-level gear is not used much unless it is from a long distance or the target is well protected. As for high-level gear... I can't think of it. No matter what scene it can be used in, it can't be kicked onto a flying helicopter.
"Go!" Conan roared in his heart, focusing all his emotions on his feet, and struck out boldly from a distance of twenty or thirty meters.
This kick is not about the ball, but about feelings; this ball seems to have a soul, and even the wind is shouting for it!
Listen, the roar of the wind is so heartbreaking; listen, the bastard screams so beautifully; listen, the sound of metal falling to the ground is so clear...
"Wait a minute, why does that guy's scream sound like a woman's scream?" Conan's heart, which was originally filled with anger, felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured on it. It cooled down instantly. At the same time, something bad arose in his heart. feeling.
Could it be that Xiaolan is meeting... Aunt Yingli? I...I'm going to die! Xiaolan and Uncle will chop me up alive!
Without any hesitation, Conan rushed forward, countless thoughts running through his mind, and then he had already arrived in front of Xiaolan. He wanted to call out "Sister Xiaolan" with great anxiety, but suddenly he saw a handful on the ground... ...hammer?
Xiaolan still maintained her posture of answering the phone, with the "beautiful" compliments still echoing in her ears, while her eyes were looking directly at the hammer man who was knocked away not far away, and the football that was quickly shriveled up.
After a while, Xiaolan came back to her senses, looked at Conan who was pulling the hammer man, and said with twitching lips: "Conan, you came out to play football at night? Don't tell me, are you sleepwalking?"
"Ah...Sister Xiaolan, who is she?" Conan decisively changed the subject, pointing at the woman whose scarf he pulled away to reveal her original appearance, and asked innocently.
Not Aunt Yingli, thank God! But who is she?
"Don't move...ah? Why is it a woman? Not a hammer man?! It's over, it's over, Conan, look at what you did, you kicked an innocent lady unconscious!" After Xiaolan saw the woman's appearance clearly, His face changed drastically, "Akong, hang up, I'm going to call an ambulance!" > Remember the website address for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter the website
