Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Finally, he used a mop to clean up the dirt and footprints on the ground. The slippers were not worn, so Gong Sheng took them back to the shoe cabinet.

Check each room to confirm whether the air conditioner, desk lamp, charger and other electrical equipment are in a safe state and whether they are turned off.

After dealing with these, the public student left.

The time to leave is eight o'clock at night.

Turning off the lights, the whole room was plunged into darkness without a single light. Yuanzi's bedroom was equally as dark as Xiaolan's bedroom.

"I'm leaving."

This time no one replied "be careful on the road".

The door closed, and Gongsheng left the Lan residence.

......

Maori house.

Xiaolan wrapped her hands in bandages and got out of the car at Suzuki Sonoko's house. It was the first time that she didn't say goodbye and thank her best friend, just like two strangers who couldn't think about it.

Looking at the back of the car leaving, he didn't say a word.

He didn't bring any luggage and stayed in the Lan House.

Standing in front of the corridor of his own house again, he looked at the Poirot Cafe next to the corridor. The lights were not turned off, but there was no business either.

Loud singing is being heard from the law office on the second floor, and the lights are bright.

Stepping on the third step with her right foot and the fourth step with her left foot, Xiaolan looked back at the mahjong room across the road in doubt, but found that there was no figure of Kogoro Mori playing mahjong.

I don't seem to be playing mahjong today...

The hand holding the doorknob hurt slightly, and Mao Lilan pushed open the door and walked into the second-floor room of the law firm.

After a simple cleaning, there were two sacks of beer cans piled up in the corner, the floor was swept with a broom, but not cleaned with a mop, and there were still soot residues on the reception table.

Contrary to these, Mori Kogoro is wearing a pink support uniform, dancing and waving support fans with both hands.

Don't look at the 37-year-old uncle, in fact, he will chase his idol just like the young man.

At this moment, I don't know how proficient I am in the swaying support dance, twisting left and right, and cheering for the recorded program on TV.

"Yoko Carbon! Yoko Carbon! Yoko Carbon Race High!!!"

The pink support uniform appeared on the uncle's body a bit abruptly.

At this moment, Xiaolan realized how unrestrained her father would be after she left, and she had never seen him in this state at home before.

It's like a history of shame.

Mori Kogoro noticed that someone had entered the door, and felt ashamed. He turned his head in embarrassment, and saw his daughter appearing in front of the door, looking at him with a look of 'you don't want to be good'.

"Um, Xiaolan, why are you back?"

With a pair of dead fish eyes, Mao Lilan walked to the reception table and picked up a pile of impurities. On it was the selection of the morning cooks of the daily radio station.

That is, Rimai Radio invites many female stars to change every day to produce a morning cooking program, and then sends out a selection form, so that people can cheer for their favorite cooks among the many cooks.

Come on, it's like spending money.

Looking at various female stars wearing swimsuits and aprons, holding a spoon and showing a shy look, the heavy makeup does not seem to be cooking at all.

On the other hand, Kogoro Mori ticked Yoko Okino, beside which there are support items and voting papers that have not yet been mailed.

"Dad!"

Now Xiaolan understands why her father was so happy when she sent her away.

The indulgent life of a middle-aged man.

"Uh, haha, occasionally, occasionally."

I was a little embarrassed to be seen by my daughter at this moment, and my face was completely thrown into the sewer, and washed away.

Kogoro was still wearing support clothes, secretly using the remote control to turn down the volume of the TV a little.

"Occasionally, or every day?"

Xiaolan couldn't believe the accident in her father's mouth.

"Occasionally every day, hehe, hehe."

Barely ease the embarrassment.

Kogoro hurriedly went to the refrigerator to take out two bottles of beer, put a bottle in front of him, and handed a bottle to Mao Lilan habitually.

I forgot to boil water at home, and the electricity was only turned on today.

By the way, the people who come here at this time are usually poker players, and Kogoro is more proficient in holding beer than water glasses.

【stare----】

Under the eyes of her daughter who "doesn't want to be good at all", Xing Xing took back the beer in her hand, and sat on the reception sofa opposite Mao Lilan like a child who made a mistake.

Kogoro didn't expect his daughter's sudden attack either.

Looking at her daughter again, her expression and state are very good, and she can't even see the slightest sense of fatigue. It should be the relief after no need to do housework and troubles.