Conan: "..."

(ー_ー)!!

Hey, hey, Sanguan has turned a corner, uncle.

"Uncle," Conan couldn't help but remind him cutely, "if Sister Xiaolan knows what you think like this, your pocket money will be reduced again next month!"

Mouri Kogoro sweated and laughed quickly, "I was just joking!"

"The marriage crisis in recent years has been really serious..." Hattori Heiji sighed again. Looking around him, Uncle Mouri and his wife were separated, and Brother Fei Chi's parents seemed to be separated as well. He couldn't understand what these adults were thinking.

"Huh?" Conan glanced at the rearview mirror inadvertently and stopped, "That person seems to be just now..."

Chi Feichi looked in the rearview mirror. At the intersection behind the car, Xuantian Longde walked by looking left and right.

Hattori Heiji and Mouri Kogoro also turned to look out of the rear window.

"Strange, what is he doing?"

Xuenta Ryutoku seemed to be just passing by and quickly disappeared at the corner of the street. After that, the male master of the Morokaku family also came back.

The man was short, wearing round-rimmed glasses and a neat suit. He was carrying a briefcase. When he passed by the red Resas parked in front of his house, he turned around and looked at him in confusion, and realized that he didn't recognize the person in the car.

People, go home quietly.

A wisp of smoke drifted out of the car window and rose upwards.

Chi Feichi didn't look much at the man with grass growing on his head, and put out the burnt cigarette butt in the ashtray inside the car.

In alleys like Japan, there are often cars that do not belong to residents parked temporarily.

As long as it doesn't affect others' passage, no one will blame you.

Even if he parked his car directly next to the front door of the house, the owner would just check to see if he recognized him. If he knew him, he would say hello. If he didn't, he would go home silently.

The thinking of these people is probably: If they meet a scoundrel, they might get into an argument. Arguing with others is troublesome and will disturb the neighbors and ruin their and everyone else's mood. So they might as well just pretend they didn't see it. It's just a stop anyway.

It's just a matter of getting off the bus, and it won't affect my life. It's better to do less than to do more.

If one or two families don't talk about it, if everyone doesn't talk about it, then no one will talk about it.

The traffic police don't care about these alleys. They only need to ensure that the streets where official vehicles can pass are smooth.

In fact, there are many such cars at night, and most of them are office workers passing the time in the car. Some do not want to go home and face troublesome things. Some are in a bad mood and sit in the car alone to feel sad. Some are just looking for a place to go.

They parked their cars and waited for the date to arrive, and some simply slept in the car for a while.

Of course, the people sitting in these cars may also be stalkers, kidnappers, murderers, etc., quietly staring at a passing target in the dark car, or someone sitting in a delivery car, waiting.

It could be a little lolita who seals criminals in a box, or a Japanese police officer who is inconvenient to show up and works quietly in the dark.
Chapter completed!