Conan's Organization No. 3

"If it is not my brother, I am afraid that he is afraid that it will be seriously injured. I will die in that organizational hand."

The knitted hat is a bit helpless, so I have to comfort her,

"The original thing is also an accident, I and James did not expect that happened. And you can rest assured that he has successfully obtained the organization and the trust of the piano wine, as long as it should be careful. There is nothing happening. "

When the young woman wearing glasses, after listening to this sentence, the heart was slowly quiet, warned knit hat men,

"I don't care about my younger brother, as long as he feels danger, or that organization began to doubt his identity, his mission must be canceled, I don't allow him to encounter the deadly danger."

Knitted men silent, did not respond, do they do this, how couldn't encounter life.

Moreover, since he was discovered by the piano wine, leaving the organization, the piano wine became more suspicious, even him, it would not be able to discuss how much benefits in the hand of the piano, not to say that teenager.

He naturally dares to determine that the teenager is a certain safe, the young woman is not stupid, naturally I can think of this, my face is slightly cold, closing the player, the hand is moving, starting the car, leaving the original place.

Chapter 9 Art Museum Killing Event (on)

On the third day of the concert, Polo Coffee Shop.

Yesterday, I was arrested in the company yesterday. I went to the amusement park to play with her a day, and the white emperor said that he was very tired today.

however,

"Hey? The medieval armor will walk yourself?"

White Emperor's mouth, look at the exciting Xiaolan in front of you, not helpful, and only Mran is so kind, good talent will believe it.

"Well," Xiaolan said excitedly.

"I heard that, I saw two security guards. The news has been spread nearby, it seems to be very interesting, let's go to the art gallery together."

"Hey?" Mao Li Xiaofeng lifted from the newspaper, looked at Xiaolan, immediately laughed with his tongue, and there were Cuan sitting next to the White Emperor and smiled.

"This is true that the art galler is in order to attract guests, deliberately fabricated, you are really stupid." Mao Li Xiaoong said.

"Just, Xiaolan sister, that rumor is specially lie to a child."

Child? Xiaolan's face is gloomy and constantly chanting this word in his heart.

It is clearly a child, and Xiaol looked at the laughing Conan. He wishes the gas. When I saw the white emperor of this scene, I moved my own chair next to it, and I sighed in my heart. Hey, these two Individual is really dying.

"Okay, work, work."

"I have to write my homework."

Maori Xiaoiro took the newspaper, and stands up from the position from Zhang, preparing to go back to the upstairs Maori Detective Office.

"You wait two!"

Xiaolan, squatted on the wall in the store, suddenly had a deep depression, let Bai Emperor tall, Sure enough, I wiped the cold sweat on my head.

And the Maori Xiaolang, who is preparing to go, is also confused, staying in the same place, can't move.

"Want to go?"

Xiaoran Yang made his fist and smiled and proposed to the Three Didiflicit.

"Hey (yes)!"

Baili three immediately stationed straight.

Xiaolan this guy, can't help her, Conan low channel.

Feeding, uncle, blame you, what is your mouth in the walls in my store? Bai Emperor used his eyes to gratify the Maori Xiaolang.

Maori Xiaofeng immediately returned to a helpless look, conveyed the information of "You have a matter to find Xiaolan".

White Emperor, looking for Xiaolan? He still wants to live for a few years, and it will be lost immediately.

Hey, Maori Xiaoiro only felt that his life was dark, spit in his heart, and he would not let Xiaolan learn the empty hand.

Therefore, under the stress of Xiaolan, the White Emperor opened his silver Chevrolet and came to the art gallery.

.......

When I came to the door of the art gallery, Bai Emperor was going to get off with Xiaolan and others, but suddenly stopped from Corinan and Maori Xiaoiro.

"What's wrong, Dad, Conan?"

Xiaolan looked at the two people.

Malaysia sighed, pointed to the face of the white emperor, a calm voice,

"This little ghost,"

"what's happenin?"

Xiaolan seems to have not reacted, but the white emperor, the face has already exposed a helpless color.