"Ah?" Chuan Jiu was stunned for a moment, then touched his bald head, "Sorry, I...I don't have a cell phone."

"Precisely, use a piece of paper." Ye Gengyi said.

"oh oh."

Hattori Heiji took out the notepad and handed it over to him, he was puzzled, "Brother Geng, don't you suspect that the two policemen have problems, so you plan to ask him to contact Officer Takagi and others? Let's investigate this kind of thing first.

It's better to see, right?"

"Officer Takagi probably can't handle such a thing."

Ye Gengyi wrote down a number and address in a "swish" way, tear off the page and handed it to the little monk, explaining:

"This is Mr. Liangta Kurosato, an expert in the Department of Psychiatric and Neurology at Yokohama Hospital. Last time he helped Conan see it, it was very inspiring. We exchanged contact information privately. Don't worry, although he has rarely received treatment recently, he promised to

If I encounter strange diseases, I can contact him directly, oh... My surname is Ye and my name is Gengyi, just mention my name."

Everyone: "..."

Is there something wrong?

Chuanjiu took the paper in a daze and cried after a few seconds:

"I'm not sick! You believe me, Mr. Maori! You talk nonsense, Mr. Maori!"

His howling immediately attracted the attention of the flowers-watching tourists around him.

The corners of a certain tool man's mouth twitched several times.

He really can't blame Ye Gengyi for this kind of thing.

After all, they have helped you provide expert-level psychological counselors, but what are you still going to do now? Let’s find a way to stabilize this little monk first...

"Okay OK!"

Hattori Heiji quickly smoothed out the situation, "Since you are so persistent, let's go to that temple now and help you investigate how it is!"
Chapter completed!