I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

When visiting the room, she didn't see wedding photos in the master bedroom, not even women's clothing.

Moreover, the concept of a family of three that Xiaolan kept instilling also had a counter-effect, making Fei Yingli feel a little suspicious in her heart.

Are you really the mistress of this family?

Are those two people really his daughter and husband?

Is my name really Fei Yingli?

As soon as these thoughts appeared, they took root quickly, making the doubt in her heart more and more serious.

She felt that something was being hidden from her.

Fei Yingli, who was upset, was no longer in the mood to rest. She opened her eyes and looked around the room aimlessly.

The bedroom, which was not too big, was neatly tidied up and looked like there was nothing special about it.

There was a pile of textbooks on the desk opposite the bed, and a photo next to it caught her attention.

That was a photo taken by Shinichi and Xiaolan when they went to Dorobiga Amusement Park last time.

"Xinyi?"

Fei Yingli rubbed the figure in the photo, and the confusion in her eyes appeared again.

She thought that this boy would make her feel closer to him than the man with a mustache who claimed to be her husband, just like Xiaolan.

Is he my son?

Fei Yingli, who had lost her memory, had another strange idea pop up in her mind.

Otherwise, why would it feel so familiar?

At this time, the faint sound coming from outside the door made her prick up her ears and quietly stick to the door.

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"Dad, you are serious! I asked you to find the old photos, why are you still not there!"

"Can you blame me? There aren't many in the first place!"

"What about mom's clothes? I asked you to go last night! But you completely forgot about it! It made Shinichi have to run again!"

"You can't blame me! I don't have the key there!"

"I'm going to cook, remember to hide it from mom! Did you hear that?!"

In the living room, Xiaolan angrily scolded her father, while Mouri Kogoro, although still stubborn, could no longer lift his head.

The family position is clearly visible here.

Because they were separated by a door and the two of them spoke in lowered voices for fear of disturbing her rest, Fei Yingli in the bedroom could not hear the conversation clearly.

But I still caught one word keenly - [Hide it]!

"Sure enough, you are hiding something from me..."

Fei Yingli's reaction to this word was a bit loud, and some scattered pictures began to flash in her head.

The slight tearing sensation made her sit back on the bed, covering her head, and it took a while before she could catch her breath.

"No...this is not my home!"

Frowning, those broken images made her feel even more unfamiliar with her current home.

She vaguely remembered that she should be living in an apartment.

Looking at the bedroom door, Fei Yingli silently made a decision.

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"Really, can't you wait for me for a while?"

Downstairs in the luxury apartment where Fei Yingli lived, Shinichi was carrying a small suitcase, looking at the raindrops falling 047 outside, and sighed helplessly.

Due to an accident, he was delayed on the road for a while before he arrived here. After hurriedly packing a few commonly used clothes, he planned to return to the Maori Detective Agency.

But I didn't expect that the policewoman who had agreed to wait outside had wet her hair in advance.

"You were so proactive just now, how do you know you are shy now?"

Glancing at the apology message on his phone and recalling the previous scene in the car, Shinichi felt that he had become a little bad.

If it was a sneak attack that was caught off guard at the beginning, then maintaining that posture for nearly a minute after that was a complete push-over.

Fortunately, his first kiss was long gone, and even he himself couldn't remember whether he gave it to the little angel when he was a child, or whether it was taken away by his cheap mother.

"It seems it's not that easy to take a taxi!"

Such heavy rain has affected the movement of vehicles. After standing at the door of the apartment for more than ten minutes, Shinichi did not see a taxi.

Putting down the suitcase in his hand, he was about to call Xiaolan to inform Xiaolan about the situation here, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure walking slowly in the rain curtain not far away.

"Hey! Isn't it?!"

Shinichi's pupils shrank, he quickly put away his phone and faced the heavy rain.

Shouldn't this woman be at home?How would it appear here? !

etc!This seems to be her home too! .

Chapter 2: Your mother is actually not your mother

　　In Fei Yingli's apartment, Shinichi was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, with the suitcase he just carried on the floor next to him.

The living room was so quiet that you could even hear the rain outside the window. Through the bathroom door, you could also clearly hear the sound of water running inside.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Shinichi raised his head. The chandelier above his head was emitting a soft light.

A few minutes ago, when he saw Fei Yingli who was soaked all over, he was very surprised.

Logically speaking, this person should be well taken care of by Xiaolan and Moori Kogoro at Mouri's house!

Why do you suddenly appear here and still look so embarrassed?

Could it be that she had recovered her memory, had a big fight with Mouri Kogoro, and then returned to her home angrily?

Staring at the faint halo around the chandelier, Shinichi instantly deduced a possibility.

After all, when Fei Yingli saw him just now, her eyes did not feel strange, but instead seemed to be looking at a very familiar person.

Originally this kind of amnesia is very magical. It may be recovered in the next second, or it may not be remembered in a lifetime.

But after all, this is just Shinichi's speculation. If you really want to know the truth, you have to ask the person involved.

It's just that Fei Yingli didn't say a word from the time she appeared until she walked into the bathroom. It might be difficult to ask something.

Now I can only ask two other people who may know the inside story.

Taking out his mobile phone, Shinichi was about to call Xiaolan, but the bathroom door was opened.

Fei Yingli walked out of the bathroom, wearing a pink bathrobe. Her long brown hair was still stained with water drops, reflecting a little luster under the light.

She took a towel and sat on the other side of the sofa, tilting her head and wiping the water stains from her hair. She remained silent throughout the whole process.

This made Shinichi feel a little awkward and he couldn't help but put the phone back.

Does this restore memory? !

He wanted to ask directly, but his intuition told him that something big might happen after asking.

Most of the time, his intuition has been accurate.

At this time, Fei Yingli didn't know what Shinichi was thinking.

Ten minutes ago, she made an excuse to take a walk downstairs and breathe fresh air. Xiaolan, who was busy cooking, didn't care and just asked her father to accompany her.

But when the two of them passed by the detective office on the second floor, the phone inside rang, and Mouri Kogoro had to rush in to answer it.

Fei Yingli also took advantage of this opportunity to "escape".

At least she thought so herself.

She secretly called the detective agency and saw the number on the notice on the door when she went upstairs.

After hailing a taxi on the street, she went directly to the place she had just remembered.

Since returning here, she has felt extremely relaxed. Through this feeling, she has once again confirmed that this is her real home!

There are more and more broken pictures in my mind, and I can gradually put them together.

Fei Yingli, who was wiping her hair, stopped what she was doing, glanced at Shinichi blankly, and then took out a hair dryer from the drawer of the TV cabinet.

"Blow-dry my hair."

After plugging it in, she handed over the hair dryer.

"Huh? Oh!"

Shinichi looked at her skillful movements and was stunned for a moment before taking the hair dryer and standing behind her.

I can remember such small things. It seems that my memory has really recovered.

"Aunt Concubine, you..."

Shinichi asked tentatively while arranging the long brown hair in front of him.

But the way Fei Yingli hugged her knees tightly with her hands and sat curled up on the sofa made him hold back his words again.

For a while, the living room became quiet again.

Fei Yingli rested her head on her knees, with various complex emotions flashing through her eyes.

Amnesia is not a good thing, but recalling these memories is not necessarily a good thing either.

Although her memory has not been completely restored, she has already remembered some things that she is unwilling to face.