The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Xing Hai Ya yawned when he woke up, and physiological tears welled up in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes until his eye sockets turned red, and his wrist was grabbed, and the knuckles left the fragile skin.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at him disapprovingly, with a hint of condemnation in his eyes, "You just had your hand on the ground, and now you're rubbing it into your eyes. Are you trying to rub all the dust and bacteria in?"

Xinghai Ya took half a second to react, recovered from her confused state, withdrew her hand and stopped rubbing her eyes, and asked him why he was here.

"Officer Ida contacted me and said that you were involved in a case and it would be best if you were accompanied by your parents." Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, "Then I heard your reasoning when I first arrived."

Xing Hai Mei noticed that the boy with glasses was secretly glancing at this side. He responded without changing his expression, then raised his eyelids and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Do I look like a person who can reason?"

Basic reasoning is fine, at least it doesn't waste any brain cells, but forget about cases like this, even if he has the ability, he won't think about it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not continue this topic. He turned sideways to look at the two girls who were walking towards him after finishing their statements not far away, and invited them to his house for dinner this weekend.

"Okay, okay." Suzuki Sonoko agreed readily, but Mao Lilan tugged at her sleeve, reminding her of their scheduled schedule for this weekend.

"Oh, yes, we are going to attend a charity dinner this weekend, brother Midorikawa should come too?" The short-haired girl thought for a moment and felt that this was actually a good plan.

"I heard that the big American star Sirloin will also be attending. Xiaolan is really looking forward to it."

Hearing the name, the two people, one big and one small, on the other side looked over.

Conan Edogawa was thinking of the case in London a few years ago and the murderer he met on a rainy night.

I heard that the murderer's body was found later.

And Xing Haiya may have simply matched Sharon and Vermouth. He had worked with Vermouth in previous years and knew that the other party had this fake identity.

However, the organization did not announce the news of Vermouth's return to Japan, and the time was much earlier than he expected.

Now I have to go and see it.

See what that woman is up to.

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"So, you come with them." The man's obviously tired voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone. His voice was mixed with a barely noticeable hoarseness, but his tone was rising.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang confirmed that the party that Xing Hai Mei and those children were going to was the one where the action was organized, he first found an opportunity to call Ricardo to inform him.

It's considered as a report.

After all, he couldn't stop a few kids who looked so excited.

"Gin has already arranged for me to leave, meaning that I should not interfere in this matter." Zhu Fu Jingguang stood on the balcony, looking at the bright lights outside.

The gentle evening breeze blew across his face, his hair moved with the wind, and the hair gently brushed the skin on his forehead, causing a slight itch.

"That's Rum's idea. Who cares what he does." Ricardo sneered. From the other end came the sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the cup. The crisp sound mixed with the sound of water made Zhu Fujingguang easily guess what his boss was doing.

"Are you drinking?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked.

"Ice water." The man replied concisely. He sat in front of the window, looking at the moonlight outside, and shook the glass in his hand. The light golden wine looked beautiful and gorgeous under the cold light source.

Xing Haiyin lied with his eyes open and a playful expression on his face, his lips were moistened by the wine, and his already bright color was covered with a layer of water, which inexplicably drew out wisps of lust.

"Anyway, keep your eye on that star."

Zhu Fujingguang took two seconds to react before asking tentatively: "Are you talking about the American..."

"That's Belmode's fake identity." Xing Haiyin said in a light tone, and then he smiled and said, "You haven't heard of Belmode, have you?"

The other party's tone almost slammed the words "Are you so out of touch with the news?" in his face, and Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't say that he really didn't know much about the immortal witch.

"You know those people in the intelligence group."

Xing Haiyin didn't care even though he was pushed back softly. He put down the glass in his hand and took a piece of paper to wipe the water droplets between his fingers.

"You and Bourbon have a pretty good relationship."

Subtext, ask Bourbon.

"Really?" Zhu Fujingguang didn't think about getting any information from Ricardo. After finishing the report, he asked to hang up the phone.

Ricardo had obviously been waiting for this sentence. Before Zhufu Jingguang finished speaking, the hang-up sound rang out.

The cat-eyed man's eyes darkened. He had a feeling that the dinner party would not be peaceful. He took out his cell phone from his pocket with his other hand, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and quickly sent out an email.

"Midorikawa - why is there no pudding in the refrigerator -" The boy walked out of the kitchen, stood beside the sofa and stretched out his voice, looking like he was acting coquettishly.

Zhu Fujingguang thought of the case he later learned about in detail. After a moment of trance, he said seriously, "Today's share has been eaten. We will talk about it tomorrow."

"You are abusing me."

"Don't talk nonsense, go back to sleep." Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help laughing after hearing this, "Don't you have to get up early tomorrow to meet up? I won't call you if you can't get up, okay?"

Xing Hai Mei didn't say anything. She turned her face away and ignored the words, then turned back to the bedroom.

At the same time in the laboratory, the sapphire-blue-haired boy with half-wet hair looked up at the man standing behind him and wiping his hair and said, "I want to eat pudding."

Lesk stopped wiping his hair, responded, folded the towel and hung it on the back of the chair, then opened the small refrigerator in the room.

There were seven or eight boxes of pudding in it.