"I'm back."

"You're back, Conan."

"I'm sorry Xiaolan, I'm here to eat for dinner again."

"Okino, you're here too." Xiaolan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had been tortured by this inexplicable young man just now, especially the phrase "Kudo's woman" said that she was shy and ashamed.

Snapped!

"I said, where on earth is Kudo Shinichi?"

"Hey you brat, you want to go to their house to find Kudo Shinichi. Why are you here?" The uncle was very unhappy. You, a brat who is still young, rushed in front of me, a famous detective, and took pictures again.

The table was noisy and no manners at all.

Conan: 'Meow, meow, meow? Are you looking for me?'

"Looking for Kudo?" Okino glanced at the old Conan child who was tortured by the disease and turned to look at the young man who turned his back to him and shouted looking for Kudo. A terrible thought slowly emerged.

rise.

"Hey, you said you came here to see Kudo. Could it be that...you like him?"

Xiaolan: "Huh?"

Conan: The dead fish-eye stare

As soon as these words came out, everyone present laughed heartily, except for the person involved, whose face was as black as coal.

"Hey, what are you talking about? My sexual orientation is normal, okay? Don't talk nonsense!"

Okino's expression remained unchanged and he asked: "Then what are you here for? Looking for Kudo? Even if you are really here to find Kudo, how polite are you? Let you eat? This is slapping the table and shouting.

, it seems that your tutoring is only at this level. If this is really the case, you are not welcome here, please leave immediately. I think even if Kudo really knew that you came to him, he would not see you."

Conan glanced at Okino in surprise. It was hard to believe that the other person actually spoke for him, and he felt so relieved.

"You!" Xiao Hei was angry. He was about to retort a few words but found that his performance just now was somewhat inappropriate. He was not stupid at all. After realizing that there was something wrong with his attitude, he quickly corrected it.

Correction, the tone gradually slowed down a lot.

"Sorry, let me introduce myself first. My name is Hattori Heiji, and I am a high school detective from Kanto."

‘Heiji Hattori? It turns out that this guy is Hattori, no wonder he looks so familiar to me.’ Okino’s eyes flashed with a hint of understanding. On the other hand, the uncle seemed to have thought of something and looked at Hattori with some surprise.

"You said your name is Hattori Heiji, then what is your relationship with Hattori Heizo?"

"That is my father."

"So you are the son of the Osaka Police Chief." The uncle was a little surprised, but it was just surprise. He didn't like this kid at all. In his eyes, he was just a little kid, especially Hattori's previous performance.

To describe it, it's terrible. If the other party hadn't been Heizang's son, he would have kicked this black boy out long ago.

As a high school detective, Hattori certainly heard the hidden meaning in his uncle's words. Although he was a little dissatisfied, his previous performance was really bad, so he didn't say anything.

"Detective..." Xiaolan was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the black boy in front of her was a high school detective like Shinichi.

"Ahem."

"Conan, how are you? Does your throat still hurt?"

"Hmm~ A little bit." Due to a severe cold, Conan's voice sounded arrogant and he looked listless.

"Why don't you go back home and take a rest? I'll take your temperature later in case you have a fever."

"It's okay, Sister Xiaolan, it's just a cold."

"Really?" Xiaolan was a little worried.

"Really, really, I feel much better now." Conan forced himself to act like "I'm fine," but Xiaolan seemed to really believe it.

On the other hand, Hattori Heiji took out... a bottle of wine from his bag at this time?

"Little brother, drink some of this. This is an excellent medicine for treating colds." As he said that, he put a little wine in a bottle cap in his belly and handed it to Conan's mouth.

Sniff.

"What, this is a bar!" As a senior alcoholic, he didn't know all the wines, but he still recognized this unique smell as soon as he smelled it.

"That's right, this is Baigan wine, a specialty of China. It's very useful to drink when you have a cold. It just so happens to be my gift for coming here this time."

"Really?" The uncle didn't believe it, and Xiaolan was the same. There was no reason to let a child drink. However, when he heard that it was a greeting gift, the uncle just muttered a few words of dissatisfaction and did not follow up.

At this time, Okino suddenly explained. No matter what, Conan must drink this white wine, otherwise this guy's first experience of growing bigger would be ruined by him. What a pity.

"It's okay, let him drink it. It's okay to drink a little Baigan when you have a cold. After drinking this kind of wine, your body will sweat a lot. After sweating, the cold will be almost gone, because this is an old Chinese folk custom."

It’s normal that you don’t know the method.”

"Really?" Xiaolan still didn't believe it, but Conan had already drank the wine at this time.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine." Although it's only as much as a small bottle cap, it might be... a bit much for children. Conan seems to be drunk and his face is all red.

"Then, okay." Even so, Xiaolan still glanced at Hattori with dissatisfaction, which made Hattori feel a little embarrassed.

dong dong

"I said, how long are you going to keep me waiting? It's really rude."

At this time, a middle-aged woman suddenly came in from outside the door. Judging from the clothes on her body, she was well-dressed.

"I'm so sorry, what can I do for you?" The uncle coughed and stood up.

"There's something I want to get rid of the Maori detective to investigate."

"Okay, please take a seat over here." When he saw that there was a commission coming, the uncle's face lit up and he hurriedly cleared away the debris on the table and invited everyone to take a seat.

"Ahem, what should I call Madam?"

"My name is Damura Gongjiang. Please help me investigate the character of my son's girlfriend. Here are her photos and resume." The lady did not hesitate at all and went straight to the topic.

This woman's name is Sachiko Katsuragi. She is 24 years old. It records the names of the elementary school, junior high school, and high school that the other party attended. The other party is currently studying at Tokyo Medical College. It can be said that this woman's academic history is perfect.

All schools are famous in Japan, and Tokyo Medical College is a very powerful university that ordinary people cannot get into. From this point of view, this woman named Sachiko Katsuragi is perfect.

After reading this, the uncle felt strange. Is it really necessary to investigate such a perfect girl?

"Ahem, I would like to ask, Madam, is there anything you are dissatisfied with about this girl?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Damun pondered for a while.

"I would like to ask you to help me investigate this child's past, including family relationships and social relationships."

"Huh? Is that so? Okay, I agree." Although the uncle was surprised, he agreed to such a simple commission without even thinking about it.

In fact, Hattori clearly wanted to say something just now, but held back in the end.

"By the way, I'd better ask the Maori detective to discuss the details with my husband after he comes to my house. By the way, please come with me."

"Hey, together?"

"In my opinion, Mrs. Damon's husband should be the diplomat. I have read a lot of news about diplomat Damon in the newspapers before. Since he is a diplomat, it would be better to have more people."

Okino's words just explained the doubts in their minds. After all, he was a well-known diplomat. If others knew that the detective had been to their home, they might not be sure how the reporters would report it. Maybe they would report it early the next morning.

The news is about the discord between diplomats and their wives, and even the possibility of having an affair.

Don't underestimate the moral integrity of those reporters. As long as they make money, they can make you look bad or dead.

After Okino reminded him, the uncle immediately understood.

"I see. In that case, let's go together."

"Then it's up to you."

In this way, a few people, headed by Uncle Maori, arrived in front of a villa in Mrs. Tatsumura's extended luxury car. Of course, Hattori also followed them shamelessly.

"Madam, are you back? By the way, who are these guests?"

"It's my husband's friend Mr. Mori and his family."

"Mom, it's you."

"Why are you here?" Seeing this woman, Mrs. Damun frowned and her tone became obviously unkind.

"Mom, I asked her to come here. I saw that my father has always been unwilling to meet Keiko, so I took it upon myself to bring her here." Takatsuki Takatsu, the son of a diplomat.

"Well, is my husband still in the study now?" Mrs. Damura was not very interested and did not care about her son's words.

"Yes."

"Mom, are these people all my friends?"

"You don't need to worry about these things. Even if you are Guishan's girlfriend, I don't agree with you calling me mom!"

"Yes, I'm sorry." After Guizi was told this, she immediately lowered her head in grievance.

"What? She's just a woman who remarried her father." Tamamura Takayama muttered unhappily, then turned to comfort his little girlfriend.

"Let's go, Mr. Mori."

"Ah, oh."

Several people, including the uncle, looked a little embarrassed, but Okino looked unfazed.
To be continued...