Conan's Helping People

"The matter is done." Belmode immediately became serious, "Arikiko is behind us. We will send you back to a safe place before we go to investigate."

A safe place?

Hinata glanced at Ran Mori.

Belmode blinked and joked: "After all, something big happened in Times Square, I'm making a big splash. Maybe there will be extreme 'fans' to attack me."

Perhaps, the failed party will attack Sharon out of anger and silence, directly kill the big star, and then directly blame the current person in power, so as to achieve the goal of panic among New York citizens.

The probability is 99%.

"Well," Hinata nodded, and he said calmly, "Then you won't come back in the last few days."

“I’ll take care of ‘father’.”

Belmode: "…"

Why can you speak the unquestionable ‘usurpation’ tone of ‘title’?

She paused, "I can go home."

"You can't." Hinata said coldly, "Now many people are staring at you. When you get home, you will bring a string of tails. My father is not in good health and cannot be over-disturbed."

He frowned, "Don't just care about yourself, you should care about your father appropriately."

Belmode: "…"

It was because she cared about her "father" that she had to go home, otherwise when she got through this wave of stakes, Hinata would probably have also been through the limelight of the leader of Akisha.

She opened her mouth and pointed out the sharpest point, "You can't take care of the elderly. When your father needs anything, you can't help him as soon as possible."

For example, when that gentleman wanted to live, Belmode estimated that it would be good if Hinata was not easy to check, let alone help.

Hinata Riki: "…"

He was silent for a moment, thought carefully about Belmode's words, and translated and reorganized them: the gentleman could not take care of himself and needed help from others.

He began to recall whether there were any similar signs in his memory.

Has that gentleman already reached the extreme weakness of solving personal physical problems and requiring help from others?

Isn’t this a typical problem that an elderly person is seriously ill for too long or lying in bed for too long will cause uncontrollable personal physical needs?!

Wait, the gentleman was in a wheelchair and it was easy to solve even if he needed help from others.

...How could this be!

Why is it becoming more and more obvious that ‘life is not long’!

Hinata didn't understand reasonably and was shocked.

"What's wrong with you?" Belmode said suspiciously. She glanced back at the entrance of the parking lot and soon found Kudo Yukiko, who was also dressed up and holding Kudo Shinichi.

She opened the door of the passenger seat and picked up Ran Mori, "Okay, your parents are here to pick you up. Let's go to a safe place with that little kid."

Ran Maori looked back at Hinata Yori and quickly returned the phone to him, "Brother Hinata!"

Hinata Hinata reached out to take it and gave a casual reminder, "Remember to pull the curtains up."

To avoid snipers.

Wow.

Belmode glanced at the phone that Hinata had just taken, then looked down at the particularly well-behaved Ran Mori. She raised her eyebrows high and glanced between the two of them a few times.

Then, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Hinata Yori, but lowered her face and rubbed against Ran Mori, "So cute-"

"It's so cute when you look serious."

"Well!" Ran Maori was caught off guard, "Sha, Sister Sharon!"

"It was so cute just now," Belmode rubbed again, meaningfully, "Wow."

Hinata Reasonable: "?"

He quietly looked at the very impolite and rubbed his kids wildly, and seemed to be able to swallow the kids in one bite, and the kids who were rubbed around, and quietly reminded him, "Her parents are here."

Her parents are watching you rubbish your kids without permission, and their little boyfriend is also watching you rubbish your kids with your kids.

Are you really not afraid of becoming a victim of the murder case? Oh, these two are both popular characters, they will not be the murderer, nor will they have an outrageous motive for murder such as "their children are being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by being rubbed by

That's all right.

Hinata retracted his gaze from the driver's seat to the passenger seat.

"Okay, I know." Belmode continued to rub against Ran Mori, "and the crawling movements are also very cute."

Ran Maori: "…"

Ran Mouri's face was rubbed red. She gave up struggling and whispered: "It's very flexible and handsome."

"Okay, OK," Belmode said again, she easily handed Ran Mori to Yukiko Kudo.

Kudo Yukiko was Kudo Shinichi and Maori Ran. She stared at Belmode suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"Sister Sharon is afraid of being beaten," Ran Mori and her bit her ears, "so they are rubbing against me."

"It's not that you're afraid of being beaten, it's that you think you're cute." Belmode smiled and waved her fist. She turned around and returned, sat in the car with a refreshed look, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Okay, go home now!"

Hinata Riki: "…"

He sighed calmly, and his face was unchanged to adapt to the inexplicable excitement of the car. He gave up communicating with the guy who had sucked enough catnip, turned his head and lay on the car window, and continued to look at the tablet.

"Remember to retract when you meet a traffic policeman," Belmode reminded. "Today, the traffic police will be more strict. They must check the documents one by one. If they find any violations, they will be recorded immediately."

"For example, stick your head out of the car window."

She thought about it, thoughtful, and changed her words, "But it doesn't matter, almost every household in New York has dogs and children. They probably have become accustomed to the basic operation of 'probeing out the window'."

Hinata Reasonable: "?"

He sat down and stared at Belmode, "Are you in a good mood?"

If it is not good, you won’t be proud of yourself.

"Have you met a cute child?" Belmode smiled with a bent eyes.

I understand, it’s so good to dispose of bombs, and I force myself to get to the top of my life. In short, it’s too idle.

Hinata bowed his head reasonably and observed the tablet.

In the tablet, Amuro squatted beside the road near the target house of the mission, hid himself in the darkness, and began to squat the man in the suit diligently.

After watching for a few seconds, Hinata reasonably adjusted the flat plate and placed it between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, and began to find trouble for Belmode.

"The mission of Bourbon is involved in Times Square. There is a person from an offensive force at the home of the mission target. The person and the mission target have a two-year-old, very quiet child, who are planning to plan a case together."

"Little kid?" Belmode repeated the keyword, "Two years old? Very quiet?"

She said cautiously: "I understand, what do you want to do?"