Vol 20 Chapter 8: Popular idol

The moon is sparsely lit, and there are brightly lit skyscrapers on both sides. On the highways in the city of New York, a black sports car is roaring, and it has passed the two cars in front of it in a blink of an eye. The cars almost passed by.

If it is outside the car, I am afraid that the fierce wind breaking when the two cars cross each other can be heard. When the steering wheel is hit, the sports car with a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour is suddenly thrown off the road.

Even in the most prosperous area of ​​New York, the black sports car has almost no meaning to slow down, and countless vehicles are thrown away from a distance and quickly interspersed in the traffic.

In this case, every overtaking is almost completed between life and death. At this speed, as long as a slight collision, the entire sports car is estimated to be able to fly.

However, every time the black sports car can smoothly drive into the next street.

Even under such circumstances, Kris, who is driving a sports car, still has a charming smile on her face. She grasps the steering wheel and often puts down her right hand suddenly, shifting gears at dazzling speeds. Everything is like a designed computer. The program is precise and calm.

Behind the black sports car, the white Ford Mustang still followed closely. In the dense traffic area, the speed was only slightly slowed down, but it was still overtaking, clinging to Chris De Tomaso.

Across the road ahead, the traffic lights began to count down, and just as the lights changed, all sides turned green at the same time.

The next moment, the black De Tomaso rushed out of the crossroad at the fastest speed, and then, with the sound of countless horns, brakes and collisions, the Ford Mustang was blocked in the chaotic area.

"hateful!"

Inside the Ford Mustang, the woman with short blonde hair slapped the steering wheel and shouted, "Get out! Don't block! Get out!"

"It's useless." Calmly, a man's voice came from the back seat of the car with a slightly hoarse voice.

"But show..."

"You can't catch up with your driving skills," said the man in the back seat.

The woman with short blonde hair slowly let go of the steering wheel with both hands and lowered her head.

"But don't worry, I know where she is going."

"where?"

"Japan." The man said slowly while looking out the window.

The next morning, Tokyo City Park.

Beside a large group of elderly people doing morning exercises, Mao Lilan was practicing taekwondo, Xie Chen lying on the top of the lawn, watching her practice boredly.

After the kidnapping of the little girl, it was already the fifth day. Under Dr. A Li's arrangement, Xie Chen successfully entered Didan Primary School.

The feeling of going to school for the first time in his life is very new to him. There is no strict instructor, no blood and killing that accompanies every class, no threat to life at any time, and everything is incredible free.

During these five days, at four o'clock in the morning every morning, Xie Chen would secretly get up and ran to the park to exercise. For him, this child's body was too fragile.

After the simple training, you can return to the Maori detective office at about 5:30, and go to school on time at 6 o'clock.

Xie Chen’s class is the best in the whole year. Almost all of them are children from upper-class families or wealthy families. As long as they are not big enough, they can go directly to key middle schools. All of them have neat teeth, clean clothes, and boring speech. .

But anyway, the children's world is still very interesting, Xie Chen likes to sit quietly and watch.

auzw.com Similarly, in the class, Xie Chen is not valued by anyone. He builds a high wall around him, no one can enter, and he tries not to let himself go out.

After a quiet day at school, Xie Chen returned to the Maori detective office on time, ate ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then went to bed. There was nothing else to do.

I thought it would pass today, but at about seven o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door of the detective office.

"The Maori Detective Agency is closed today."

Kogoro Mouri, who was watching Yoko Okino's concert in front of the TV, hurriedly opened the door and said without hesitation: "If you have anything, please be early tomorrow."

The woman standing at the door wears long golden hair and simple and light clothes. Her cute face has no extra cosmetics, she is natural and kind, and feels relaxed and comfortable like a breeze.

"you……"

Kogoro Mouri was stunned, then looked back at the TV set on the desk, and then at the poster hanging on the wall, "You seem to be..."

Then immediately turned his head, looked at the beautiful woman outside the door without blinking, and said hoarsely: "Are you...Yoko Okino?"

"Yes." Yoko Okino nodded with a smile.

Mao Lilan heard the voice coming over and said in surprise: "No, how come an idol will come to our house."

"I have something to get rid of the Maori detective." Yoko Okino said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kogoro Moori rushed to the bathroom, changed into a suit in a few seconds, and appeared in front of everyone, as if he were attending a wedding ceremony.

"It looks like something is wrong with you, miss."

"Yes." Yoko Okino nodded blankly.

Afterwards, Yoko Okino sat down on the sofa and told the whole story.

"What are you talking about?" After hearing this, Kogoro Mouri slapped the table and said loudly, "You were monitored by unknown persons?"

Yoko Okino fiddling with his fingers said: "Every time I go home, the location of the furniture changes, and I send some inexplicable photos to me. There are silent calls every day, which is really scary."

"How can you do such a thing to Miss Yoko!"

At this time, the tall man who had been standing behind Yoko Okino cautiously said, "If possible, I would like to entrust you with a secret investigation."

"Who are you?" Mouri Kogoro seemed to have just noticed him.

The tall man took out his business card from his arms and handed it to Kogoro Mouri and said, "I am her agent, and my name is Ei Yamagishi."

"Agent?" Kogoro Mouri took the card, glanced at it, and then said, "I see, I will investigate in secret."

Then, he took out a blank paper and said, "Then, please write down the address and phone number here."

"Ok."

"Then sign here by the way."

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