However, that directly led to the explosion of the deodorizing spray, which in turn ignited the smoke canister, and the outside of the car instantly turned into a sea of fire.
At this moment, Kaori Zaibe's face was full of acceptance. You could never have imagined that the truth behind her girlfriend's death was like that.
Is throwing away cigarette butts before smoking a cigarette a small thing?
In my eyes, Tang Ze's identity is also very important, and he should be given priority.
For dinner, we had a rich cream stew with baguette, and a grilled steak, which was a relatively simple dish.
So it is inevitable to feel sad when seeing the other person die because of this.
After eating and drinking, Conan and Ayako went for lunch break together.
But the bad thing was that it was discovered in time and was destroyed very quickly.
Conan fought two more rounds with [The Road to Martial Saint], and then he heard no one opening the door.
In reality, most fires are caused by unextinguished cigarette butts.
But who would have known that a murder would actually happen, right under his nose, and so quickly.
It wasn't until the Yili case happened that I got that skill penalty.
Koshimizu Ichitsuki guessed what the other party was talking about, and the other party nodded repeatedly: "Yes, although the arsonist has been found, this fireball looks like it was caused by this guy, right?"
Considering that it would take a while to achieve perfection in kendo, Conan chose to practice bomb disposal first.
Rather, the system was telling me that I wasn't as versatile as I had imagined, and that I still had some shortcomings that needed to be addressed, so it gave me that skill so that I could continue to improve myself.
"I told you not to throw away cigarette butts..."
But it was not that big event that caused the disaster that Hong Bang and his two generations encountered.
Because things are still developing in a direction that is not conducive to my plan.
Conan slowly digested the skills he had learned in the past year, and Hong Bang also understood what the skills taught him.
That evening, Conan took a rest as usual before dinner.
If the headpiece was just like that, it might only ignite for a moment, but the seat cover he bought for his girlfriend was also made of flammable acrylic.
It stopped before Conan reached level eight, and he spent the past few days like a salted fish, lying lazily, with no intention of moving at all.
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