“Mr. Mori, I understand what you mean. I will definitely not tell anyone. Thank you for your hard work today.”
"Officer, you've had a long day."
...
The conversation between the two people in the distance drifted to Guangyou's ears, causing his lips to twitch.
He originally thought he had a thick skin, but the reality proved the saying, "There are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding."
What is he compared to Uncle Mori?
Even if he doesn't understand what people mean, he'll still act like he's saying, "I don't know what happened, but please continue to praise me."
Also, could that police officer please stop making things up?
From the moment "Uncle Mori" started making his deductions, this guy began to fill in the blanks in his mind, like he was on a sugar rush, he just couldn't stop.
It can produce more facial expressions than Sun Wukong has seventy-two transformations, and its speed is faster than Usain Bolt's.
Guangyou even suspected that the police officer had built an unlimited speed highway inside his body, otherwise how could he have imagined so many scenes in just a few seconds?
Although he didn't know what the man was thinking, Kōyū was certain that he had gone astray, perhaps even to the point of thinking about Siberia.
The two chatted and complimented each other, seemingly in harmony, but they were actually not on the same wavelength at all.
"Mr. Mori, I won't bother you any longer. I need to go back and deal with the case."
After saying that, the officer gave Uncle Mori a deep look, sighed, and then turned and got back into the police car. With the sound of the engine starting, the car drove away.
"Is this person harboring any improper thoughts about me?"
Recalling the officer's gaze before he left, and that faint sigh, Uncle Mori felt a chill run down his spine, a tightness in his anus, and goosebumps all over his body.
"You're overthinking it. He just admires you."
Guangyou was standing just a few steps away from Uncle Maoli, and even though his voice was soft, he could still hear it clearly.
He also noticed something: the police officer was probably a fan of Uncle Mori, and after meeting him in person, he had a similar fan mentality to Uncle Mori when he met Yoko.
I bet if Uncle Mori farted, this police officer would imagine whether there was some hidden meaning in that fart.
"Although we don't know what happened, the case is finally closed."
Uncle Mori stretched and turned to the group, saying, "Let's wait for the bus back here. When we get home, I need to take a nice hot bath and get some sleep. I'm really tired today."
"Uncle, didn't you say you were going to take us to a hot spring?" Guangyou said. "You still have those hot spring brochures in your backpack."
"Hot springs?" Uncle Mori asked, somewhat surprised. "Did I mention that? I think I vaguely remember...hot springs..."
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there really was such a thing, and in addition to promising to take them to a hot spring, it seems that she also promised to buy Guangyou a cake.
Although the money has been returned to the client, it was all money he had promised, and he still had to try his best to keep his word. He couldn't leave the impression that he was unreliable.
Besides, we're going to a hot spring!
You should be able to see some wonderful things at the hot springs that you can't see on this mountain, right?
Soaking in a bathtub is soaking, and soaking in a hot spring is also soaking. The latter is better for your health, so why not choose the latter?
Thinking of this, Uncle Mori became excited: "Alright, let's wait for the bus here now, and then go soak in the hot spring!"
"Why is Dad suddenly so energetic..." Ran seemed to see a raging fire behind Uncle Mori. "I have a bad feeling about this."
As if remembering something, Xiaolan suddenly turned to look at Guangyou and asked, "Guangyou, you said before that you went to that tree growing on the edge of the cliff?"
"I have been there, but that was..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiaolan's scolding voice rang in his ears: "How could you go to such a dangerous place? It's on the edge of a cliff! What if you fell off?"
“This time it was my fault, I won’t do it again, and this time it was…” Kōyū looked around and pointed at a bespectacled kid who had just come out of the cabin, “This time it was Conan who dragged me there, saying he was taking me to see white-eyes.”
"???"
Conan stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at Kōyū. The next second, he realized that this was Kōyū's revenge.
"Conan..." Ran scolded, "Do you know that place is dangerous? Not only did you go alone, but you also took Mitsuyu and Ai with you. What if something happens?"
She knew that Kōyū was trying to shift the blame, but Conan definitely had a part in the operation to search for clues on the cliff edge, so she wasn't exactly blaming the wrong person.
"This...I..."
Conan stammered, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Looking at Ran's angry expression with her eyebrows raised, he recalled Kondo's fate earlier.
He had seen Xiaolan take action many times, and he should have gotten used to it, but he didn't. Every time he saw Xiaolan take action, he couldn't help but tremble.
To be honest, he was a little flustered...
then...
"I'm sorry." Conan lowered his head slightly and apologized. "This time it was my fault. I won't let you worry about me anymore."
Xiaolan nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, just remember that. These kinds of dangerous places are not for you kids."
"I'll just keep it from you guys from now on," Conan thought to himself.
Seeing Conan's embarrassed expression, Kōyū laughed, thinking to himself, "Serves you right for calling me all the time..."
"And you, Kwangyu."
After scolding Conan, Ran turned around and said, "You too, did you hear me?"
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