When Ye Huaian, a young painter, was cleaning up his ancestral home, he hit his head on the jade carving of Lord Ma left by his grandfather. When he woke up, he found that he could see the notes on the items.
[A mediocre computer with a 20-gigabyte Begonia script inside]
[There are also some indescribable fan pictures]
Ye Huaian:? There's no need to mark this kind of thing out!
[An old fan must be a high-quality product from a military factory! ]
It's getting old.
[A slightly pretty brick kissed the girl's round head]
Ye Huaian:? !
What?
[A dagger buried half a meter underground once cut the scumbag's throat]
Ye Huaian skillfully took out his phone and called the police.
"Who called the police... You kid, why is it you again?"
"Why is it still you?"
"Why is it always you?"
Gu Hanzhang, captain of the Lanhu Criminal Investigation Detachment: "I'm excited, I saw the real version of Conan."
Ye Huaian: Tired and yet polite smile. JPG
As I said... I really don't have a Conan physique!
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Ever since he opened the cheat, Ye Huaian's life seemed unstable, but in fact it was also turbulent, and he was forced to be involved in one case after another.
A dismemberment case occurred in a hotel, a serial killer was encountered in a taxi while taking a taxi, and a body was hidden downstairs in a B&B...
Ye Huai'an Conan's fame spread far and wide.
"Little Huai'an, I heard that you are going to the next city to collect folk songs?" Gu Hanzhang rubbed his hands together, "How about you go for three days this time? Brothers want to take a vacation..."
Ye Huaian: ... You're not going anywhere, just at Lan Lake. Don't look like the god of plague with that expression!
Intention: May this world be peaceful and peaceful, and may evil spirits in the human heart be hard to hide