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Chapter 165 The Little Pigeon Pecked Him

Conan squeezed into the house impatiently, put the skateboard aside, pulled Qianzhu back to the living room, and asked him seriously, "Qianzhu, are you really not feeling any discomfort?"

Qian Zhu looked at him hesitantly and shook his head gently, "No, so what exactly do you want to say?"

Seeing this, Conan told Chitake what he had seen, but all he got was a slightly confused look from Chitake.

"I'm not sure. I took the medicine and fell asleep. Besides, I didn't feel anything wrong."

Conan was silent for a moment, and began to wonder if Chitake didn't want to tell him, so he rushed to his side, "Then let me see your neck!"

Qianzhu:?

Perhaps because he didn't react for a moment, Qianzhu was thrown onto the sofa by the little corgi, who also pulled his collar open.

01: !!! My Master Host!!

Little White Dove: Coo, coo, coo!!! (swearing)

The little Corgi looked at the white neck and fell silent.

No pinholes!

He didn't believe it and poked the place where Qianzhu was originally pricked by the needle.

The little Corgi looked very heavy. He was sure that he saw the mysterious man giving Qianzhu acupuncture, but why was there no trace of the needle hole? It shouldn't disappear so quickly!

Boom!

"Ah!" Conan covered his head that was pecked by the little white pigeon, and then stared at the little white pigeon that was flapping its wings and was also angry.

01, who couldn't touch him, cheered on the sidelines, "Come on, little pigeon! Peck him! Peck him!"

"Cuckoo!"

Qianzhu sat up while adjusting his collar, watching the "battle" between the little Corgi and the little white dove and laughing. His pale and thin appearance gained a touch of vitality, like a glass of sparkling fruit wine in summer, with a sweet fruity aroma that dissolved all the depression just right.

Suddenly, the Corgi and the pigeon that were "fighting" stopped, and the fluffy white ball next to them drooled, but kept pressing its system camera in its hand.

Click, click, click.

The little white dove landed on Qianzhu's shoulder and rubbed its little head against his cheek.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Qianzhu coughed twice, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, still smiling, "Okay Conan, I'll go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow, then you should be relieved, right?"

Conan covered the back of his head, chuckled, and nodded.

They chatted for a while and then he left.

On the way back to the Mouri Detective Agency, Conan looked solemn.

The white cloak that person was wearing reminded him of E, whom he had only met once.

But what he couldn't understand was why that person targeted Qianzhu? What was the substance he injected? And what was the purpose?

Now his thoughts were like a tangled ball of thread that he couldn't sort out.

What he didn't know was that after he left, several white shadows either climbed through the window or teleported directly into Chino's house.

A man in a platinum suit, with golden curly hair and azure blue eyes, sat on the sofa, holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand. He looked at Qian Zhu with a gentle expression, curved his lips and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Qian Zhu nodded and smiled as well, "The speed of relief is not bad."

R nodded, took a sip of tea, and narrowed his eyes slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses. His tone revealed a hint of danger, "It's a pity that the consciousness of this world is too stubborn..."

"Wuhu, I watched all the new/Ke videos today, so good, so good."