Conan: the Rough Detective

In the hazy and unclear broadcast, Uncle Maori opened his dry eyes, and there was still half a can of beer in hand. Xiaolan tidied the room and murmured that he only knew how to drink when he came back, and that the kid who had been staying at her house had disappeared to nowhere. Seeing this, Uncle Maori narrowed his eyes, enjoying this moment of sobriety and tranquility. Jiang Yuan leaned against the window and listened quietly to the noise on the other side. The sun shone on the street through the gaps between the leaves. Everything was so beautiful.