"That's wrong."

Naoko Takahashi also knew that what had just happened had made the boy behind her feel a little uneasy, so she didn't stay. She touched Qiangyi's head and said with a smile: "If Meishi wants to visit again, he is welcome to come again anytime."

"Detective Maori, your husband disappeared in almost seven days!" Akagawa Yumi looked anxious.

"Wait, why use such an ambiguous word as 'more or less'?" Conan stopped Akagawa Yumi and spoke.

Who knew that right after the operation, you felt like no one was cutting your legs with a knife, and there was no severe stinging pain.

Under the shaking table, a glass bottle staggered and fell over.

That kind of observation is like being able to see the real heart."

After saying goodbye to Naoko Takahashi, everyone left the laboratory and returned to the ward where Daishichiro Mori was.

We all voluntarily donate our bodies in the hope that our bodies can be used to treat diseases.

We are all insignificant, as few people would give up donating their bodies just by listening to your research process."

"It's related. When he first came to the lab, he knew those things were also very unusual."

Even though Tang Ze did not activate his super sense of smell, his sensitive sense of smell still allowed him to smell the odor filling the laboratory.

Before Kudo Shinichi became Ran, considering that Ran needed Mori Daishichiro to stand behind the scenes to solve cases, Dr. Agasa also changed the drug resistance issue, greatly reducing the side effects of drug resistance caused by cumulative use.

"You're keeping them."

"Then he found his husband's wheelchair and thought something happened to me, right?" Conan said.

"He was very enthusiastic at first, but he was vague about the cause and effect."

Naoko Takahashi shook her head and said seriously, "But he's right, those are the bodies of donors obtained through official channels.

After a busy examination, Motoko Yanagi came to the ward, looked at the examination report below and said with a smile.

As the anesthetic wore off, Maori Daishichiro became confused.

Bad luck is just sprinkled under the clothes, bad luck is built into the skin, it is not in catastrophic destruction.

Yes, after that, we may have to consider the issue of resistance.

“Big Heart!”

So I sneaked out of the hospital and went to the restaurant where I was writing the article to concentrate on writing it...