Listening to Ran Maori's voice, Kudo Shinichi immediately stood up. The black-framed glasses he was wearing were big, which obviously did not meet the size of a child's face.

"This kid..."

Ran Maori looked at Shinichi Kudo seriously, and his eyes made Shinichi Kudo couldn't help but get furrowed all over.

I and Maori Lan grew up together since childhood, and Xiaolan had also seen her childhood appearance.

If she is familiar with herself, Xiaolan is definitely one of the people who know her the most in the world. Could it be that she discovered it?

"So cute!"

Ran Maori took his heart into his arms.

Referee, she deliberately hit someone!

Feeling the fragrance of the girl, a drunken smile immediately appeared on Kudo Shinichi's face.

Fortunately, I didn't find it.

"stare."

But Mito Tsuki was standing not far away as if he was dead, looking at Kudo Shinichi with an intriguing expression.

The expression he had originally enjoyed immediately became bitter. No, it was too disgusting to be there!

In this cold winter, it seems that even Xiaolan's body cannot make herself feel warm.

"Who is this child?" Ran Mori turned his head and asked Dr. Agasa behind him.

"Ah." Dr. Agasa explained in a tone of reading, "He, this child is the child of my distant relative."

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Shin, no, no." Facing the doubts of Ran Mori, Shin-chi Kudo glanced at the "Edogawa Ryoga" behind him. He almost blurted out Kudo Shin-chi's real name, "Conan, my name is Conan Edogawa!"

Mito, who was watching from a distance, nodded with relief. He was a witness to history.

Death comes to Tokyo!

From a drum washing machine to a dwarf melon Conan.

Although his body has become smaller, his mind is as good as that. There is always only one truth in the famous detective who knows everything!

"Conan? What a strange name."

Well, Mito Tsuki also thinks Conan is a bit strange in his Japanese name.

However, considering that during the Warring States Period, there were Japanese women with the names of "Maria" and "Garasha", which can also be said to be the traditional Yun Neng of the island country.

For example, Maria Ozawa.

"Several people, if there is nothing to do, I will go back first." Mido Tsuki nodded to Dr. Agasa.

There is no need to stay here anymore, and if his memory is not too vague about the plot of "Detective Conan", Conan Edogawa will handle another case tonight.

He didn't want to participate in the murder case every day, it was a job belonging to the three giants of Mikacho.

Wait, if you remember correctly, Kudo Shinichi experienced the roller coaster murder case, his body shrank, and the kidnapping of a rich daughter.

Is Conan's timeline lengthening like noodles, or is Conan a time management master?

"Ah, please go slowly, Conan, thank you Mito for sending you home."

Dr. Agasa rubbed Conan's dog head, and Conan reluctantly bent down to Mito's thanks.

Looking at Conan Edogawa now, Mitotsuki showed a signature dead body smile again.

Aversion to chills!

Conan Edogawa felt chills and just wanted to hide in Xiaolan's arms to feel the warmth.

Walking home with water stains on the street outside, Mito Tsuki pushed open the door of the apartment, rubbed his somewhat dry hair and sat at the desk.

Some of the area on the desk is occupied by a typewriter, and the size of this electronic product is quite large.

typewriter.

"typewriter?"

Mito Tsuki looked at the desk in surprise: "Where is my typewriter?!"

I saw that there was a typewriter he bought for hundreds of thousands of dollars on the desk. The place where the typewriter was supposed to be placed is now a big butt computer display screen.

And below the table is a square desktop host.

This is definitely not in line with common sense. Mizuto remembers it very clearly. He bought a typewriter in Akihabara. He didn't consider buying a computer at that time, but he was not used to using the DOS system, LINUX system, and UINUX system.

So it was the thief who came in and stole the typewriter and then put a more expensive computer host here?

Then Mito Tsuki really wants to thank the other party very well.

"etc!"

Mido Tsuki patted his face, blinked his eyes and probably understood what was going on.

No wonder the weather cooled down today is extremely strange, which is completely explainable.

The timeline is confused.

Since Kudo Shinichi's body shrank, the entire world line began to accelerate and confusion.

Since 1994, it has been a step beyond countless hours.

With technological progress and electronic products renewal, the only thing that remains unchanged is that everyone still lives in the same year.

In other words, Suzuki Sonoko's phone went from straight board to flip cover to smart phone, but Conan was still the first grader in elementary school!

The timeline jumped in front of the sequel and the typewriter was upgraded, which is very knowledgeable.

“My typewriter…”

After wailing like a wailing sound, Mito Tsuki turned on the boot button of the computer host.

The typewriter has become a personal PC. This is either evolution or super-evolved, it is completely a zombie Tyrannosaurus that has evolved from a tyrannosaurus to a virus-type zombie.

"Is the windows95 system? In other words, the time has reached at least 1995, and it's really... I've had a sleep and it took me a whole year."

Typewriter errors evolved into computers. Mito Tsuki had nothing to complain about. Anyway, computers are more expensive than typewriters these days.

"I don't know what the network is like."

Mito Tsuki was surprised to find that the evolved computer actually had an Internet connection, and the network cable was connected to the phone and dialed the Internet. In the era of dialing up and surfing the Internet, there was no pursuing any Internet speed. It would take hard work to open a picture.

The forums of this era are all in the underworld style, with black and white fonts and backgrounds, which makes them feel like tombstones. However, because the Internet was just starting in 1995, Mito Tsuki did not find anything interesting on the Internet.

It was not until two thousand years that the number of people online in Japan reached 10 million. What’s strange is that at that time, the number of people using mobile phones to surf the Internet was no less than that of people surfing on the Internet on the computer.

Of course, the richness of mobile Internet access in that era was far from comparable to later generations.

"Maybe when you wake up one day, 5G will become popular."

A new document was created on the desktop and Mito Tsuki began to slap.

After thinking about it, he sent another text message to Nabi Shiyuan, asking his editor if he had opened an online email.

Sending and receiving works through online mailboxes is no more efficient than handwriting.

Sure enough, technology can change life.

Here, the typewriter that pays homage to the kingdom of heaven.

In a short while, Nabi Shiyuan sent a text message with her personal email.

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Chapter completed!