"This police car seems a bit small... Gray Yuan said with a frown, looking into the car, and Qian Yu was also entangled.

Officer Shiratori is asked to go back with the six little ones from the detective group, but the problem now is that Officer Shiratori's police car is the size of a standard sedan - unlike the Doctor's Beetle, the passenger and back seats of this police car can only seat six small children combined.

Yes, only six small children can be seated, so there are no six small children in the detective group.

"Motota," Mitsuhiko complained. "Looks like it's time for you to lose weight! The place where you sit alone is bigger than Ayumi and I combined! ”

"Uh... Motota, who was sitting in the front seat that could accommodate two small children, scratched his head in embarrassment.

"What should Gray Yuan-san and Qianyu-kun do?" Ayumi is embarrassed. "There's only one place to sit now... Could it be—"

Ayumi's face suddenly turned red, probably thinking of something strange.

“。。。” Chiba tilted his head, because he didn't react to what Ayumi thought of in the first place to blush. "What do you mean?"

"Tsk!" Gray Plains let out an exclamation of unknown meaning. Probably understood what Ayumi meant, and then sighed?

Wait a minute...

The ghost makes the gods send, and Qianyu makes up such a picture.

I sat in the remaining seat, and Gray Plains sat down... own lap on ???

！！！？？？

Qian Yu instantly felt that he had encountered too many things during this time, so his brain crashed in that moment just now.

Why do you make up such a scene??? Why is it and Ash Plains? Because she lives in her own home, is it easiest to think of her...

Are you kidding???

"Conan-kun~" Ayumi said happily to Conan. "Can I sit on your lap? In this way, Chiba-kun and Ashbara-san will have a place to sit! ”

"Huh?" Conan's face was in a state of flux. "Why me ... Shouldn't it be for Gray Yuan to sit on Qianyu's lap at this time? ”

"Hey!" Chiba looked at Conan unhappily - after having such a dangerous thought just now, Chiba was now 1000% repulsive to the topic of Gray Plains Wailing sitting on his lap.

"Hey..." Gray Yuan's reaction was not so intense, but her tone was also full of rebuke.

Officer Shiratori turned his head from the front row and watched the very interesting scene.

“。。。” After pursing his lips and thinking for a long time, Qian Yu sighed. "I'll take the bus and buy something at the furniture store."

Everyone looked at the departing Qianyu with different expressions.

Ayumi and the other two unplanned little guys are confused, Conan's expression is subtle, and Gray Hara's expression is a poker face that can't tell the mood. But...

"Little girl, get in the car." Shiratori thought about it for a while, but decided to remind it.

"Ahh Oh... "Gray Yuan mourned like waking up from a dream and reacted." Good... ”

Anyone can see that she is preoccupied.

The police car started up and drove away like everyone's residential area.

"Officer Shiratori," Conan asked suddenly. "Well, why does Murakami hold a grudge against Uncle Maori?"

"That's it..." Officer Shiratori hesitated for a moment, then explained. It is said that Mr. Mori and Officer Twilight personally arrested Murakami and interrogated him. During the interrogation, Murakami asked to go to the toilet, so they asked a police officer to accompany him to the toilet, while the two officers smoked a cigarette at the door of the interrogation room to relax. ”

At that time, his wife, Mrs. Concubine, brought her daughter, Maorilan, to see Mr. Maori. At that moment, Murakami knocked the officer unconscious, snatched his gun, and then kidnapped the concubine. ”

"Facing Murakami who held his wife hostage... Officer Shiratori was silent for a long time, as if hesitating to say it. "Mr. Maori... Mr. Maori chose to shoot with a gun, and he also hit the concubine in the foot... ”

Three of the five little ones present were in shock—Gray Hara leaned against the window as if he hadn't heard anything, and Conan frowned slightly when he heard this.

If I'm not mistaken, the uncle once replaced the sniper in a case where the sniper was injured and completed a 400-meter long-distance sniper mission... How could an uncle with such marksmanship attack the lower body of the gangsters in a hijacking situation that obviously required a headshot, and it was impossible to stop the gangsters?

Silence enveloped the entire police car.

。。。

Sitting in the taxi, Qian Yu was silent and thinking.

His reaction just now was too violent. If Gray Yuan was an ordinary girl, he would definitely not have reacted at all to such a thing as sitting on his lap - nothing more than worrying that his leg would be crushed, and nothing else. The reaction to the opinion of Gray Yuan Ai sitting on his lap just now was obviously too big.

Qian Yu was sure that he needed to calm down.

Qianyu's palm was propped up on his chin, and his index finger unconsciously tapped his forehead.

"What are you bothering you, lad?" The driver asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Thousand Feathers was stunned.

"The look in your eyes," the driver replied with a smile. "I look familiar."

"Probably bothered... Chiba replied, his tone with an obvious negative attribute.

"Tsk, depending on your current mood, I won't say anything." The driver glanced at Chiha's expression again in the rearview mirror. "At the crossroads of life, you need to decide for yourself where to go. If Kusatsu Onsen doesn't make you feel comfortable, give it a try. (Kusatsu Onsen, there is a saying in Japanese folk songs: Anything can be cured except lovesickness.) ）

It's good to be young, and there's still a chance to remedy it... Fifty years ago, if I had had been a little more courageous and confessed one step earlier than the guy who died in the fire for the sunflower oil painting, I probably would have fewer regrets in my life...

The driver, who was nearly 70 years old with a disguised face on his face, let out a lament in his heart.

The taxi stopped in front of a furniture store called "Distant Sky", and there happened to be a young man dressed in black where the taxi stopped.

"Ah, lucky!" The young man held a wooden model of an unpowered delta wing, looked at the taxi and sighed. "Uncle, would you mind giving me a ride!"

"Okay," said the driver with a smile at the young man after collecting Chiba's fare. "Please get in the car!"

Please? Qian Yu frowned as she stepped out of the car.

One didn't ask where to go.,Two used honorifics.,It's a little strange.。。。

And, that delta wing model...

The delta wing model was not like the specifications used by normal flying enthusiasts - the delta wings had a windward angle of more than 100 degrees to facilitate the control of the delta wing.

And the windward angle of this delta wing is about 50 degrees, which can almost be described as a design desperate for speed...

Making such a ridiculous model, is he really a lover of delta wings?

Or is he capable of navigating such an extreme delta?

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Ay... Two dead tsunderese... It's so difficult to talk about this love...