Chapter 2232: Shumeijiang, Shu's waist won't break, right?

Nani? Never slept? ! "
"Gosh! Did we fight all night?!"
The voices of Matsushima Pandan and Kawasaki Sayuri were instantly louder, while Tsukamoto Sumi's mouth twitched and his face collapsed
Okay, do you both have in your head? How else can you do HS like this?
Tsukamoto Sumi couldn't help but stretched out his hand and patted the table, and then explained again: "I said, don't give me a fancy! That night, Yunbun-kun had friends from Osaka over to play and had a meal at his house. Then, Xiaolan and I lived in Yun Wenjun’s house with a girl named He Ye! As for the bed that would collapse, I accidentally smashed it with a punch! That’s what happened, do you understand?"
"Huh? So it's just like this..."
After listening to Tsukamoto Sumi’s explanation, Matsushima Pandan and Kawasaki Sayuri looked disappointed, and Kawasaki Sayuri put away her notebook: "I thought I could hear interesting stories. It's a shame..."
"???"
What an interesting story!
Is the 404 that happened between me and Yun Moon Jun an interesting story?
Also, when did you take out the notebook and paper? I want to take notes when I co-author, right? ~
Sumei Tsukamoto felt that her best friend was not only a pit, but also a pit in his head. He snorted and said, "Hehe...that's really disappointing!"
Tsukamoto's words were over, and Matsushima Pandan couldn't help but ask: "...Speaking of which, Sumei-chan, why didn't Sumei-chan secretly ran to classmate Shu that day? If he did, he would never resist. ..."
"That's right!" Sayuri Kawasaki nodded in agreement, "Furthermore, with the strength, classmate Shu can't resist even if he wants to resist!"
"Yeah!" Matsushima Pandan's eyes beamed, "Sumi can smash the bed with one punch. It's not too easy to hold down Shu! ~ Also, after you get it, you must remember to let Shu first Buy a better quality bed..."
"That's right! That's right!" Sayuri Kawasaki immediately agreed, and then suspiciously, "But in other words, Sumei-chan can collapse even the bed with a punch. Can classmate Shu's waist stand it? Right?"
"It will be broken! Maybe it will be broken all at once!"
"..."
Hearing that Matsushima Pandan and Kawasaki Sayuri started racing wildly, Sumi Tsukamoto finally couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand and patted the table again:
"You two shut up for me!"
As Sumitomo Tsukamoto said, only a "click" sounded, the hard marble tabletop cracked a pattern, Matsushima Pandan and Kawasaki Sayuri all gave "uh", their eyes turned into peas and said: "I ,we know……"
The voices of the two people fell, and Tsukamoto Sumi also found the crack on the table, and quickly put his hand away, and then saw the cracked table "Duang" and fell to the ground...
"Uh..." Tsukamoto said with a dry smile, "...Actually, I didn't use much effort..."
"……Ha ha ha ha ha……"
...
At six o'clock in the evening, inside the Maori detective office.
Uncle Maori was sitting at the desk with a can of beer in his hand, watching the TV in front of him, while Xiao Lan was standing in front of the glass window, looking down and saying: "It's strange, it's already six o'clock, what about Conan? Haven't come back yet?"
"Then you need to say? I must have played with those little ghosts again!" Uncle Maori was already a little bit drunk, shook the beer in his hand, and took a big sip, "Well, Xiao Lan, it's late. , Hurry up and make dinner!"
"Good, good! I know!" Xiao Lan answered with arms akimbo, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the office.
Hearing a knock on the door, Uncle Maori yawned, and then said: "Xiao Lan, go out and see who it is. If someone comes to entrust the case, let him ask him early tomorrow! It's already night, my detective Maori Kogoro is going to rest..."
"Huh? Rest again? Dad is really..."
Xiaolan looked helpless, but after looking at the somewhat drunk Uncle Maori, she walked to the door of the office and opened the door to see that she was about twenty-five-six-year-old, attractive, beautiful and somewhat coquettish. The woman in the world couldn't help but smiled and said hello: "Okay, may I ask you something?"
"Ah... well, my name is Fujieda Suhua, is Mr. Mouri here?" The beauty outside the door said, "...I have one thing, I want to ask Mr. Mouri for help..."
"This...I'm really sorry, my father is a little tired today, so..."
Xiaolan’s refusal was not finished yet, she just heard the voice of Uncle Moori coming in her ears: "Okay, beautiful lady, I am Kogoro Moori, what trouble is there? My detective Kogoro Moori, twenty Four hours to serve you!"
Xiaolan was stunned when she heard the words, then turned her head and saw that Uncle Maori didn’t know when she had already put on the suit, combed her hair, and still had a rose in her mouth, staring at the door with piercing eyes. Fujieda Suhua outside...
"Uh... Dad!!"
Damn it! Didn’t you say that you didn’t accept the commission when you were tired? What the is this now?
Sure enough, this old problem of after seeing beautiful women has not changed?
Xiao Lan held her forehead silently, and Uncle Maori continued: "Well, Xiao Lan, why are you still blocking the door? Get out of the way and let Ms. Fujieda in. Also, get some drinks!"
"Uh... this is really..."
Watching Uncle Maori lead Fujieda Suhua to sit down at the coffee table, Xiao Lan sighed helplessly, and then ran to prepare tea.
Soon, Xiaolan came out with two cups of coffee, only to find that Uncle Maori had returned to his dejected look, slightly strange, and then he heard Fujieda Suhua speak: "So, Mr. Maori, about Can you help me with the threats of my husband?"
When Xiaolan heard this, she immediately understood why her father was downcast again, chuckled lightly and then smiled: "Of course it's okay! My father is a famous detective and will definitely find it out for you..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh? Who said I want..." Uncle Maori opened her mouth to refuse, Xiaolan immediately leaned to Uncle Maori's ear, and reminded in a low voice: "Dad! The living expenses at home are not enough! Please think about being nearby. The bills owed by izakayas and snack bars..."
"Uh...well! Leave this to me!" Uncle Maori sighed helplessly—
No way, even a detective has to do it right!
If it weren't for life, who would want to take up such a trivial case?