Chapter 580 Daily Task Completed Again
If he has set up an anti-tracking program, then Professor Agasa will be in danger.
If he had set up an explosive program, then Behringer would be in danger.
That madman would never leave any useful clues for them to discover.
He suddenly realized, "That's right, he shouldn't come after you because of this, right?"
Kawasaki Machi shook his head, a pure smile on his face, seemingly without any sense of crisis. "Don't worry, my brother is using an automatically self-destructing device, and it doesn't stay in the system for long. We've also set up an anti-tracking program on the phone. Even if he has the ability, he won't be able to find it for a while. We have plenty of time to destroy this phone."
He explained, and then proudly made a peace sign.
Conan was a little stunned after hearing this, "I didn't expect you guys to know so much."
Upon hearing this, Kawasei Machi blinked, glanced at Kawasei Maru, and smiled slightly, replying in a very ordinary tone, "Because if you don't learn more, it's hard to survive."
Conan fell silent for a moment, then put his hands behind his head and said with a relaxed expression, "It's getting late, so I'll go back to my room now."
"Okay~ Goodnight Conan, see you tomorrow."
He waved to him with a bright smile.
Kawasaki Maru got up and followed him until she watched him return to his room before closing her own door.
He turned and exchanged a glance with Kawasaki Machi, then strode into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Kawasaki Machi immediately lay down on the bed, stretched with his hands above his head, pulled the blanket over himself, and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Acting is really tiring.
It's a mental burden.
While Chuan Sheng and his companion were putting on a show for Conan with 1,600 clever tricks, the hotel next door...
Behringer stuffed the medicine bottle into his magic pocket, casually pulled out his wand, and then flicked it at the ice cubes.
The small ice sculptures that were originally meant to be carved in one night were all neatly arranged in the box that was used to store ice.
He even added some minor mistakes to most of the small ice sculptures, making them look like they were poorly carved.
Touching the still throbbing wound on his forehead, Behefinger shook his head and sighed, "Oh dear, I really worked too hard. Look at how many perfect ice sculptures I sculpted in one night. This magician is even more hardworking than Gin."
"It shouldn't be too much for this hardworking magician to enjoy himself, right?"
He sat on the small sofa, legs crossed, waving his wand, and a steaming cup of hot milk and hot cocoa appeared in his hand.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Behrfinger took a sip of hot cocoa and calmly turned to look towards the window.
Wai Rui Gu De, is a window or door.
A black figure entered the room through the window. He crossed his arms and his feet were half a meter off the floor. He scanned the room, glanced at Behfinger, and then casually pulled out a chair and floated down to sit.
Behringer looked at him, took another sip of hot cocoa, and said in a strangely leisurely tone, "You, who sleeps in a coffin, have such a serious case of mysophobia."
Another day of talking to myself, or simply talking to myself.
X looked at him with blood-red eyes and replied expressionlessly, "No one dares to rest in my coffin."
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