Chapter 1508 Why are the differences between this person so big?
Nine o'clock in the evening, Osaka.
In Hattori's house, in Hattori Heiji's bedroom, Hattori Heiji with a bruised nose and face was lying on the tatami, while Hattori Shizuka took the wound medicine and carefully applied it to Hattori Heiji.
"Ahhh...it hurts! Please mom, can't you be gentler?"
Hattori Heiji complained, Hattori Shizuka hummed and patted Hattori Heiji's wound: "Are you in pain? As long as you return my poor unborn grandson to me, all these pains will be transferred to
It works for me too..."
Hattori Heiji first screamed in pain, and then there was a black line on his forehead: "Didn't I say it? It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! If you don't believe it, you can go to the hospital to check it out!"
"I will check it out." Hattori Shizuka responded, then helped Hattori Heiji pull up the quilt and said, "...if I find out that all this is true...I will punish you tomorrow!"
"Uh..." Hattori Heiji's mouth twitched, "What if it's fake? How do I count the beating I received today?"
Shizuka Hattori smiled when he heard this: "I've already been beaten, so what else can I do? Just think of it as prevention!"
Prevention? God damn prevention!
If so, the beating I received was in vain, right?
Hattori Heiji was so angry that his stomach ached. After watching Shizuka Hattori leave the bedroom, he picked up the phone, hesitated, and dialed Kazuha's number.
After ringing a few times, the phone was connected, and then Kazuya's voice rang from the other side: "Ouch... Is it Heiji? Um... Ouch..."
Listening to Kazuha's moans on the phone, Hattori Heiji was slightly stunned and asked with some worry: "Kazuha, what's wrong with you?"
"Me? I have a stomachache... Ouch..." He Ye replied.
"Stomach hurts?" Hearing this, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but touch a bruise on his stomach and sighed, "Did you get beaten too?"
"Being beaten? No!" Heye answered directly, "My mother made me a lot of delicious food tonight, and my stomach hurts after eating... Ouch..."
My stomach hurts after eating too much... it hurts... it hurts...
The corner of Hattori Heiji's mouth twitched, and another flock of crows flew over his head. After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone aside with a melancholy look on his face——
It was also a misunderstanding. We got a table of delicious food for Mao and Ye, but we suffered a mixed doubles fight?
Why are there so many differences between this person and other people?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get... Uh-huh-huh...
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9:30 pm, Mori Detective Agency.
In the living room on the third floor, Xiaolan walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas. She glanced at Uncle Maori who was sitting at the table drinking and watching TV and the garbage bag at the entrance door, and frowned:
"Really...Dad, why haven't you thrown away the garbage yet?"
"Don't make any noise! Don't make any noise! The show right now is exciting. I'll throw it away after I finish it!"
Uncle Maoli waved his hand without looking back, while Conan stood up and said: "Sister Xiaolan, why don't I throw it away - I just want to breathe some air!~"
"Then it's up to you, kid."
Uncle Maori pushed the boat along, while Xiaolan glared at Uncle Maori, then smiled and said: "Then I'll leave it to you, Conan. Also, it's night now, you must pay attention to safety, and come back as soon as possible after throwing away the garbage..."
"I understand, Sister Xiaolan."
Conan responded, got up and walked to the door, changed his shoes, and Xiaolan reached out and patted her forehead again and said: "By the way, Conan! If you meet the neighbor's little sister again, you must not bully her -
—Especially don’t take her lollipop!”
Listening to Xiaolan's words, Conan stumbled and almost fell down——
Let me choke you! Xiaolan, why are you still thinking about this?
That's really a misunderstanding... It's a misunderstanding!
Conan went out gloomily carrying a garbage bag, threw away the garbage and returned the same way, but instead of going back to the living room on the third floor, he walked into the office on the second floor.
The lights were turned off in the office. In the darkness, Conan walked to the sofa and sat down. He held his chin and sorted out what happened today:
"...Now it is certain that Mr. James from the United States, like Teacher Judy and Shuichi Akai, is an FBI! Their target should be Belmod! The American FBI has sent people over again. What's the matter?
Action against an organization?”
Conan's head was full of question marks, and he scratched his head after thinking for a while: "... Damn it! That guy Shu Yunwen recognized James the first time he saw him, which means he must know more than me! But then
The guy is too tight-lipped. Even if I wanted to ask, he might not tell me... Speaking of which, I asked Hattori to investigate Mononobe Masao's whereabouts in Osaka. Now I don't know how his investigation went. Hattori will
Are there any clues?"
Conan thought about it, took out his earring-style mobile phone, and dialed Hattori Heiji's number.
The call was connected a few seconds later, and Conan immediately said: "Hattori, it's me..."
"Nonsense! Of course I know it's you! I have your number!"
On the other side of the phone, Hattori was lying on the bed yelling, while Conan said "huh" with a surprised look on his face——
It's strange! Why does Hattori's tone sound so bad? What medicine did he take wrong?
Conan murmured in his heart, coughed slightly and then asked: "What... Hattori, I want to ask, how did your investigation go when I asked you to help investigate? Have you got any results?"
Is there any result?
Damn it! This guy Kudo still dares to call and ask?
If it wasn't to help this guy investigate, how could it have caused a misunderstanding? How could we have been severely beaten by my father and mother?
It's all because of this bastard...
In his own bedroom, Hattori Heiji found the source of his beating, grinded his teeth bitterly, and said with a smile: "What do you need to say? Of course, everything has been investigated!"
"Really?" Conan's eyes lit up, "Then tell me quickly..."
"It's not convenient to talk about this matter on the phone." Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth, "...it happens that next Saturday is the Gyeonggi Kendo Competition. Why don't you come to Osaka to watch my competition and we can talk about this matter in person - of course
, I worked so hard to help you investigate, you have to reward me..."
"Okay! Then I'll treat you to dinner then..."
Conan smiled slightly, and Hattori Heiji said: "It's too foreign to eat or anything like that - you should dress as a woman!"
After Hattori Heiji finished speaking, Conan said "uh" and smiled helplessly: "Really, why do you guys make such a joke? I'll hang up first!"
Conan hung up the phone, and in his bedroom, Hattori Heiji hummed softly——
Are you kidding? Who the hell is kidding you? Do you know how much I suffered because of you?
