Henggou was stunned for a moment, looking at the note in Conan's hand, he hesitated, and finally took it.

"Thank you Mr. Mori for me."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the car door, then started the car and drove towards the road he came from.

Seeing this, Conan turned around and prepared to go back to the ward.

Cuntou Henggou drove out of the hospital gate and stopped directly on the side of the road.

He picked up the note that he had just placed on the passenger seat and looked at the words on it, his eyes slightly solemn.

Before he finished reading, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the police officers who were still at the scene: "Protect the scene for me. Those three people must not be let go, especially the director Iso Kaizo."

....

"How's Xiaolan doing?"

Conan gently opened the door to the ward and walked in with gentle steps.

Uncle Maori went to register and pay for the disease, so he was not in the ward.

"Xiaolan has a severe fever. The doctor said it's due to a weakened immunity caused by overwork, coupled with the recent cold air."

Guangyou looked at the patient lying on the bed receiving an intravenous drip, his brows stretched out, and his soft face looked a little sickly pale.

However, this still did not affect her beautiful appearance. She breathed shallowly and slightly curved the corners of her mouth, as if she had thought of something happy.

"It feels like she dreamed about something very happy."

Conan looked at Xiaolan's delicate sleeping face, his eyes gradually became gentle.

"She must have been dreaming about you."

Guangyou was still not used to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and frowned slightly. He was about to get out of bed, but stopped abruptly after realizing the current situation.

He sat on a chair nearby and looked at Conan, with envy in his eyes: "Why does Xiaolan fall in love with you?"

"Not convinced? Besides, you also have Huiyuan."

Conan rolled his eyes at Ayou in annoyance, as if he was going to bite me if he didn't accept it.

Guangyou giggled happily, then calmed down and said mysteriously: "What Xiaolan dreamed about is a very important thing in your life, and you have changed as a person because of this thing."

"who?"

Pictures appeared in Conan's mind, but they were all scenes of murder cases and quarrels with Xiaolan.

Shaking his head, he looked at Guangyou with doubts in his eyes and asked, "Who are you talking about? I have no impression at all."

"You won't know, and I won't tell you."

Guangyou's mouth curled up and he glanced at Conan, "But that person knows you quite well."

Conan grabbed his hair frantically and turned it into a bird's nest: "Damn, why did you tell me if you didn't tell me!"

Guangyou blinked, with a smile on his face, and said seriously: "I just like to see your expression like you want to beat me to death but you can't."

"Snapped!"

Conan's hand slapped his own head directly, "I swear, if I hadn't been able to beat you and Xiaolan was still resting, I would have definitely pushed you to the ground and beaten you."

His harsh words were of no use, Guangyou just smiled.

"How is Xiaolan doing now?"

Uncle Maoli paid the money and opened the door and walked in. His eyes were full of worry, but his face didn't show a trace of it.

Guangyou responded: "Sister Xiaolan should wake up soon."

"Well, I can take Xiaolan home tomorrow. Then Xiaolan won't go to school this week. I'll have a good rest. I'll ask the teacher for leave later."

Uncle Maoli nodded, and he just stood like this. Even if Guangyou gave up his seat, he didn't want to: "Do you two want to eat? I'll go outside to buy some."

I didn't even have a good meal in the restaurant just now and this happened.

"No need, I'm quite full."

Guangyou was telling the truth. He knew something was going to happen, so he deliberately ate more.

Conan shook his head: "I don't need it either."

"Okay, you guys take a look at Xiaolan here, I'm going to eat something and buy some porridge."

Uncle Maori is usually very careless, but he is still very careful when it comes to family matters.

"OK."

....

Uncle Maoli drank a bowl of porridge in a small restaurant next to the hospital. The taste was a bit bland, but it was nutritious and was just right for Xiaolan who was sick to regain her strength.

"Boss, help me make another lean meat porridge and pack it up."

"Dingling bell~"

As soon as I finished talking to my boss, his phone rang.

Pressing the answer button, Buntou Henggou's voice came over.

"Mr. Maori, thank you for your help, we can solve the case."

Hearing him say thank you, Uncle Maoli was confused and scratched his head: "Officer Henggou, what did you say?"

"I admit that I do underestimate you, but my view of detectives as a whole will not change, and I will prove that our police do not necessarily need detectives to solve cases!"

Cuntou Henggou's voice was full of determination.

Now, Uncle Maoli was even more confused.

"Officer Henggou, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"I understand, Mr. Maori, you don't want any credit. Your selfless spirit should be worth learning from everyone."

There was no emotion in Cuntou Henggou's voice, "Mr. Maoli, I will never lose to you next time I solve a case."

After saying this, Buntou Henggou hung up the phone.

Uncle Maori was left standing alone in the brightly lit store.

"What did he say? Why didn't I understand a word he said?"

Uncle Maoli blinked, his eyes filled with confusion and a bit of melancholy, "Can it be that I can instruct them and let them solve the case even while I'm standing?"

"Guest, your porridge is on its way."

In the midst of his thoughts, the porridge shop owner handed the packed porridge to Uncle Maori.

"Oh, this is money."

Uncle Maori took out the porridge money from his pocket and handed it to the porridge shop owner. He took the porridge and turned around and left.

"But something doesn't make sense? I asked him what he meant and he wouldn't tell..."

....

"There is no need for a reason to save people."

Uncle Maori opened the door and heard Xiaolan murmuring this sentence while lying on the bed.

"What is Xiaolan talking about?"

Uncle Maori was stunned, pointed at Xiaolan, and looked at Conan and Guangyou with doubts on his face.

Guangyou and Conan both shook their heads in shock.

Uncle Maoli curled his lips: "Really, why can't I understand everyone tonight?"

"Is there anyone else?"

Guangyou frowned and blinked.

"The police officer from Henggou called just now and said that he needed my help to solve the case, but I obviously didn't do anything and just watched the show for a long time."

After hearing Uncle Maori's explanation, Guangyou was suddenly stunned and turned his head to look at Conan who was suppressing a smile.

You don't need to think about it to know that it was Conan's handiwork. It was definitely Conan who used Uncle Maori's name to solve the case.

Not to be outdone, Conan stared back, then stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Xiaolan's forehead.

After feeling the warmth on his forehead that had subsided, a reassuring smile appeared on Conan's face.

At this moment, Xiaolan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then her eyes slowly opened to reveal her jewel-like eyes.

Conan was a little embarrassed at such a close distance, and his face turned a little rosy.

"Xiaolan, you finally woke up!"

The confusion on Uncle Maoli's face disappeared, and he said with concern, "The doctor said you caught a cold and had a fever this time because you were too tired. From now on, you don't want to run back and forth to study clubs, otherwise it will be bad if your body is damaged."

Xiaolan felt the concern in the words and nodded, "Yeah."
Chapter completed!