Conan's butt is indeed very red, like a red apple.

Kurakawa wanted to take out his phone to take a photo while he was not paying attention, but Conan seemed to have expected his plan. Even if he was lying on the bed, he stretched his neck to stare at him.

"Why are you staring at me like this? Are you afraid that I will have bad intentions for your butt?" Mitsuko Kamikawa said in a joking tone. He sat next to Conan and poked Conan's butt with his hand.

The red and swollen buttocks retracted a little and bounced out again, causing Conan to take a breath of cold air.

Why do these guys poke his ass!!!

"No lumps, it's not very serious."

"Haha, do you think Uncle Maori is taking a lighter attack?" Conan opened his dead fish eyes, and this guy, Kamikawa Shun, had no longer concealed his bad friend's nature at all.

"It's a bit...but Mr. Maori probably "educated" you in vain. After all, you don't have a memory."

Shangchuan Shun poured safflower oil into the palm of his hands, applied evenly to him and applied medicine.

Conan grinned in pain, and had no energy to continue stretching his neck and staring at Kawasun. He pressed his chin against the pillow and complained depressedly: "What kind of education, he just simply wants to beat me..."

"You can adapt in advance." Kurakawa Shun smiled unscrupulously.

He quietly took out his cell phone from his pocket and slapped Conan's ass close-up.

Although having safflower oil on your hands will stain your phone, this small sacrifice is completely within the acceptance range in order to take Conan's photos.

"What are you scattering?"

"Don't let me speak it out so bluntly."

After yesterday's stimulation, Guaikawa Shin felt that Conan could no longer hide it from Xiaolan. As a result, the days when he confessed to Xiaolan should have been on the agenda.

Exercise your pain tolerance in advance, which will be beneficial to the future.

"Haha..." Conan's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

"You're going to tell me in advance when you're going to confess, I'll help you."

"You dream!" Conan turned his head and glared at him angrily.

What kind of support is about watching the show!

"You're a little hurting my heart..." Kurakawa Shun poked his butt twice without hesitation.

"hiss!"

"Are you sure you won't tell me?" Guekawa suddenly threatened.

"You dream!" Even though his butt was in Kurakawa Shun's hands, Conan still didn't plan to compromise.

He confessed to Xiaolan about such a serious matter. What does he look like when he is an outsider?!

"Are you sure?" The force in Kurakawa Shun's hand increased a little more.

"You dream!"

"Since that's the case, you can apply medicine yourself..." Kurakawa Shin stood up and pulled two tissues from the table to wipe his hands, leaving him alone in the room, regardless of him.

Conan is so angry, this guy is so scrupulous.

However, this medicine is indeed a bit useful. He felt that the pain in his butt disappeared a lot, and it was so hot...

Shun Kawakawa went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Although he couldn't tell Conan's confession, he took a good photo. Shun Kawakawa opened the photo and was very satisfied.

He wiped his subordinates and went to the second floor. Xiaolan and Yuanzi went shopping and were not at home, and there were only a few of them in the office.

Maori Kogoro reads the news boredly. He has not commissioned much during this period and is so tired that he is too idle.

Toru Amuro accompanied Kogoro Mori to read the news. Kogoro Mori did not entrust him, so he could only be bored.

The two men sat leisurely on the sofa, with a feeling of confusion on their bodies.

“Didn’t the firm commissioned?”

"How can there be so many commissions in normal times..." Kogoro Mouri curled his lips. If there are commissions every day, then Tokyo would be too uneasy.

He was talking, a man in a suit and lace and briefcase knocked on the office door, and behind him was a man in his sixties.

Seeing that the eyes of several people were attracted, they stepped into the office.

Seeing that business came to the door, Kogoro Mouri suddenly felt energetic and welcomed the guest.

"Attacking the slightest thing, I have a commission that I want to entrust Mr. Maori."

The person who came is the president of a publishing house named Kakinai Kusaku. They will hold a memorial service tonight to commemorate a well-known writer who has passed away for many years. Some manuscripts that have not yet been published will also be displayed at the memorial service.

Their purpose of coming today is to entrust Kogoro Mouri to protect himself.

"Mr. Gachinai, are you under any personal threat?"

Although the other party had not yet explained the reason, Kogoro Mouri had made up some content. The client who asked for protection was nothing more than some threat or a premonition that something might happen to him, so he prepared in advance.

"Yes." Gakiuchi Hakusaku looked at his secretary. The secretary received a signal and handed the letter received by the publisher from his bag to Kogoro Mouri from Kogoro.

It is actually a piece of A4 paper. The paper is covered with text cut from various books and magazines. The texts vary in size and are quite casual in layout.

One of the characters "death" takes up a lot of space and deliberately uses bright red fonts, which makes people understand what the letter means at a glance.

The text on the letter of Kogoro Mori was arranged and listed the following passage:

[No public documents are allowed, otherwise they will die!]

Tori Amuro came over with tea. Since the firm came to serve as an assistant to Kogoro Mori, he had taken care of all these chores by himself.

He walked behind Kogoro Mouri, looked at the content of the letter, and asked, "Is the other party warning?"

"It should be." With such an obvious warning letter, the blind man could tell what the other party wanted to express.

"To be honest, this warning letter suddenly appeared on my desk." The client, Kazunai Kusato, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He seemed to be particularly prone to sweating. He never stopped sweating as soon as he entered the office.

If he usually receives threatening letters, he probably won't pay so much attention to them. After all, the publishing house receives a lot of letters every day, and many extreme authors curse and threaten them in the letters, but they all verbally curse and vent their anger, and no one has taken action.

But this letter was shown on his desk when he was at work in the morning, which means that the person who wrote the intimidation letter was from his company!

And the other party has a great chance of taking action.

"Is Mr. Gachinai the first to discover this letter?"

"I was the first to discover it." The secretary next to me spoke, "I found this warning letter when I was tidying up my desk for the president in the morning."

The secretary is a young man named Mikami Keisuke, wearing a pair of thick black-framed glasses.

Kurakawa Shun's eyes stopped on him for a while, and then placed them on the warning letter.

There is no more content on this piece of paper than a sentence spliced ​​in various texts.

"Did you find it this morning?"
Chapter completed!