Simultaneous time travel: Am I the only normal person?

Chapter 89 Husband·Previous·Eye·Crime

Cowherd's shop strictly prohibits Cowherd from contacting other Cowherd's customers in private.

Cowherds at the bottom may take risks for the sake of life and performance.

But at the upper levels, basically no one does this kind of behavior.

Spending a lot of effort to grab a customer you don't know if you can grab is not only a thankless effort, but also offends another cowherd of the same level.

Most normal people who understand the world will not do this.

But in Ke Xue's world, there are no normal people at all.

All kinds of inexplicable reasons can be used as excuses for killing, and many of the deceased died unjustly.

Of course, this group of people who want to die in vain does not include the drugged angel Martin.

There were two drunk glasses of penicillin on the table.

Not only does he want Luke to make a fool of himself in front of customers, but he also uses tricks on customers.

Ask someone to help add some stimulants to the wine and coax him a bit.

When the guest is happy, give him some wine tonight.

It's a pity that Martin didn't grasp the scale well and let the King of Hell give him a thumbs up today.

"Store manager, call the police."

Luke patted the deputy store manager on the shoulder, who looked sad.

Oh my angel~

Why did you really go to see God?

Angel Martin, counting the time, should be the longest-surviving number one cowherd in the store, although he has not been number one in the past few months.

It is precisely because of this that the deputy store manager feels sad. Angel Martin has the resources of a large number of high-quality rich women.

Now, if not all of it is wasted, at least half of it is wasted.

"Is it murder?"

"Not necessarily. Let's wait until the police come to investigate the scene."

Luke answered, Fei Yingli stared at the scene in the box, folding her arms on her chest.

Two glasses of wine, love, girl.

Fei Yingli frowned when she noticed the little Cowherd shaking into a sieve beside her.

The deputy store manager made the call skillfully. This was the sixth time this week. The deputy store manager said that he was used to it.

Even if it's Sunday.

"Hello, hello, yes, it's Gao Tianyuan. Sorry to bother you."

The deputy store manager nodded and bowed.

Along with the endless sound of the flute, the note came.

The familiar Investigation Department 3, the familiar Inspector Megure, and the familiar Kogoro Mori?

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two said in unison.

Then, Mouri Kogoro realized something and his face turned a little green.

This is a fucking Cowherd shop. What else could Fei Yingli do here?

Although the two are now separated in two places, he often goes out to drink wine.

But on the surface, they are still husband and wife!

Moreover, Fei Yingli looks rosy and radiant now.

Mouri Kogoro suddenly wanted to speak some secret language.

But when he thought about the child behind him, he could only swallow the Tibetan words in his stomach.

"Mom, you."

The unicorn girl covered her mouth in disbelief and opened her eyes wide.

They had lunch outside at noon, solved a murder case in a restaurant, and then followed Officer Memu to the police station to record a statement.

However, because they had accumulated a lot of cases recently, they needed to record confessions, so they did not finish until the evening.

Officer Memu also wanted to invite them to have a big meal together. After all, Brother Maori had helped them a lot recently.

But before they decided on the location, they heard another murder was coming and asked them to go on the mission quickly.

As for the drunken Maori brother, it was naturally impossible for him to let go of such a free meal.

He shouted, "As a famous detective, cases are my life!", "Don't get me wrong, I just want to show my sense of responsibility as a citizen." and other unclear words.

Then he confidently took the unicorn girl and the big-headed doll, who kept apologizing with shame, into the police car.

As a result, after arriving at the scene, he discovered that there might be a hat in natural colors on top of his head.

"I have a client here, why are you here with Officer Megure?"

Fei Yingli's face turned crimson and she tried to keep her tone as calm as possible.

The unicorn girl is almost turning into circle eyes.

Is it a little too exciting for my mother’s client to discuss things here? !

Is this the world of adults?

The big-headed doll and the unicorn girl blushed and lowered their heads.

"Hmph, you know whether the client is the client or not."

Mouri Kogoro's tone was sarcastic, and after saying that, he glanced at Luke who was standing idle next to Fei Yingli.

Luke smiled gently, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Mouri Kogoro's words at all.

"dad!"

"It's okay, Lan. People like him are dirty to everyone."

Fei Yingli also doesn't shy away from it, and the irony is full.

"Mother!"

Mao Lilan was anxious. She had always hoped that the two of them could reconcile as before.

But now, whenever the two of them meet, they want to start a fight, as if they are not husband and wife, but enemies of life and death.

"Xiaolan, have you had dinner?"

Fei Yingli changed the subject.

"not yet."

Fei Yingli's face suddenly turned bad when she heard that her little cutie was still hungry.

Originally, she was quite concerned about Kogoro, especially as she saw that he was about to have a second career again recently, and she even thought about whether to sit down and talk again.

But now, the bastard who can't even take care of his daughter should go wherever he wants!

She ignored the jumping Mouri Kogoro and turned around to ask.

"Kazema, can you help prepare one or two dinners?"

Fei Yingli took into consideration that there was a certain big-headed doll, so she added an extra portion.

Luke nodded.

"Of course, Yingli."

Hearing this address, Mouri Kogoro's face turned even darker.

Brat, is that what you can call Yingli? And he screamed in front of me!

Mao Lilan was at a loss.

She looked at Luke, and for a moment she didn't know whether to thank Luke for being, um, "stepfather"?

You should still consider your father's face and refuse him.

A certain big-headed doll was still alive and kicking when he first entered the scene, and he wished he could be tightly restrained on the corpse.

Now he is so quiet that he doesn't even dare to move.

He was originally afraid of Lan's mother, Concubine Yingli, and now that he had run into someone else's "good deeds", Conan felt that he should remain silent at this time.

Officer Memu pretended to be busy, looking through the reports and giving instructions to his subordinates from time to time.

It really seems like that.

Luke walked sideways, and Officer Mu Mu subconsciously avoided it and covered his report.

Hey, what are you looking at with a few pieces of white paper?

A wordless heavenly book?

The few people left behind looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke for a while.

Maori Kogoro's face was ashen, and Fei Yingli pulled Mao Lilan to find a place to sit down.

Conan cautiously walked towards the crime scene, but he could not suppress the detective's curiosity.

Compared to family ethics dramas, Washing Machine prefers detective dramas.

The discovered landmine girl, Miss Yujia, has been controlled. She is sitting on the sofa in a daze, while several supporting players are questioning her and taking notes.

The blood-stained knife had been sent for examination, and it would be easy to identify the murderer by comparing fingerprints.

But how did a weak girl stab an adult man to death quietly?

The Little Cowherd said that he was standing nearby and did not hear any strange noises in the house.

The soundproofing here is average, perhaps deliberately designed to enhance the excitement. If there is a cry for help inside, the little Cowherd will definitely be able to hear it clearly.

And judging from the scene, it was indeed death caused by extensive bleeding.

But why does it always feel a little strange?

Conan's detective instinct activated and he looked at the store manager and the panicked little cowherd at the door.

He walked to the table and placed two glasses of penicillin on it.

The strong smoky smell from the combination of whiskey and honey syrup is definitely penicillin.

So, where does the problem come from?

Who is the murderer? Who is hiding something?

Conan's big head was spinning rapidly.

Chapter 2, hey, buddy, there’s more~