The second floor of the detective office.

After washing up, Conan and Hattori Heiji were holding two pieces of manuscript paper and whispering:

"There are too many digits after this decimal point?"

A certain black skin counted roughly, and the shortest one had 27 digits.

"You can understand?" Conan looked squinting.

"I can't understand..." Some black skin was very honest.

"I always feel that if the first brother wrote a code, he would be very powerful." Conan thought about it.

"If you hand over Mr. Nankawa's secret code to Gengqian, he should be able to see it easily, right?" Hattori Heiji sighed.

"You mean the points of that dice?"

Conan thought about it and gave a negative inference: "I don't think so. If you are not a person who often gambles, it would be difficult to associate it with that in general."

"Yes, yes..." Hattori Heiji pulled his tone and took the opportunity to attack, "In my opinion... If he is the little brother Conan who likes camping the most, he should think of compass and other things."

"Haha..." Conan sneered twice, too lazy to argue with him.

Hattori Heiji had a boring question.

Resentment towards the sunny doll in my heart 1

The two stared at the manuscript for a moment.

Hattori Heiji spoke again: "Do we want to go and rest?"

Conan looked at him deeply for a few seconds and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Is this a topic worth discussing in depth?" Some black skin was puzzled.

"See if there is anything missing in the office." Conan gave a reminder.

What's missing...

Hattori Heiji looked around and was the first to see the female star poster on the wall. A few minutes later, he noticed the dust traces on the desk, "The TV is gone, is it the mustached uncle who..."

"Yes."

Conan nodded, "This time is Yoko Otsuno's midnight show. Every time my uncle gets drunk, he will move the TV to the bedroom to watch it. I'm used to it."

Service Department: "..."

Suddenly I felt that it was a wise choice for the more senior brother to ask for a sofa...

"Don't worry, I'll wait for a few minutes." Conan looked at the time on the wall, "Xiaolan is about to finish her shower..."

Hattori Heiji: "???"

Hello, this lustful little guy is trying to...

Bang...

The sound from the upstairs interrupted his thoughts, which seemed to be the movement of some heavy object falling on the floor.

Post...what happened?

A certain black skin was completely confused.

"Dad, don't you know what time it's now? I still have work tomorrow!"

"No! My Yoko...my Yoko..."

The sound of friction and footsteps were vaguely accompanied by an adult man's wailing.

The three people who were still on the second floor of the office all looked up at the door.

After more than ten seconds, the door handle turned.

Then Ran Mouri dragged Kogoro Mori who was embracing the TV with one hand and walked in.

"This is... OK?" Hattori Heiji Doudouyan.

"This is just one part of it..."

Conan yawned, and his calm look indicated that these were small scenes.

Although you can see it soon, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but wonder, "What else is next?"

"Uncle won't give up so easily..."

Conan spoke while talking.

The drunk Kogoro Mouri also completely staged the determination to live and die with Yoko Okino.

Of course, to be precise, it should be broadcasting Yoko Okino's TV program.

A tool man held the TV and refused to let go, and Ran Maori was also helpless about it.

Hattori Heiji looked at it silently for a moment, and suddenly felt that this family was so complicated...

It was raining outside the window.

Ye Gengyi stopped writing and drawing in his hand.

The excitement is someone else's, he just finds it very noisy...

Or go to bed?

Speaking of which, I did not have a good rest for a while.

Thinking of it, he began to organize the calculation drafts on the coffee table.

"Brother Gengyi, where are you going?"

Unlike the black skin who looked slightly focused when he saw this scene for the first time, Conan soon discovered Ye Gengyi's actions.

"I'm tired, go to bed." Ye Gengyi said.

"Together..." Hearing this, Hattori Heiji retracted his sight of watching the fun.

It's just past midnight.

Yoko Okino's program will be broadcast until at least three in the morning.

Seeing that his father could not be persuaded, Ran Maori had to ignore it.

Carry the bedding to the third floor.

The room without snoring seemed particularly quiet.

Maori Kogoro's bed was empty.

On the floor, from left to right, Conan, Hattori Heiji, and Ye Gengyi were lying respectively.

"In the end, it turned into an uncle on the second floor," Hattori Heiji sighed first, and then asked, "That's right... it's really that coincidental. The continuous arson man happened to be eyeing the one we were going to.

Home?"

"It would be a good thing if you can really find clues about that arson maniac."

"Genta Brother, what do you think?"

(?_?)...How about looking at it with your eyes closed?

Ye Gengyi was silent for a moment, "I'll know tomorrow."

"I just don't know if the rain will stop..." Some black skin obviously cared about the sunny doll hanging on the balcony.

"I looked at the weather forecast and said it was sunny." Conan added a buff to his girlfriend's prayer.

"Tsk..." Hattori Heiji said disdainfully, "If the weather forecast was so accurate, the people who sold rain gear would have been unemployed long ago."

"Maybe it was to promote the economy that I deliberately did not report that accurate?" Conan gave a very ridiculous guess.

After all, using rain gear to drive the outcome of GDP may only be a cup...

"Aren't you all sleepy?" Ye Gengyi couldn't bear it.

There is an old hooligan on the second floor, and there are two reasoning men on the third floor...

I can't sleep anymore.

"It's okay, Brother Geng, didn't you say that you usually slept very late?" Hattori Heiji began to provide evidence.

Ye Gengyi: "..."

That's when he doesn't want to sleep...

"Anyway, without my uncle's snoring, I feel like I can fall asleep at any time." Conan's seemingly neutral speech actually turned toward a certain black skin.

After all, there are really few opportunities to chat with Ye Gengyi.

"Since that's the case, I wonder if you have ever heard such a legend..." Ye Gengyi's voice suddenly became ethereal and cold.

It was clearly covered with a quilt, Conan and Hattori Heiji somehow suddenly shivered.

If the topic stops here, the atmosphere of chatting at most will disappear.

But they are all the detectives who are asking questions.
To be continued...