Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

Conan: ?_?

Come on, it’s all thanks to me. Uncle Maori is clearly just reaping the benefits, and he still has the nerve to say this.

That’s right, Conan has endured his mother’s torture and was sent back to the office.

Yusaku Kudo wanted him to leave Neon, but he was unwilling. After yesterday's gun battle, his heart was pounding and his hatred for the Black Organization deepened, making him more determined to find out the truth.

He must eradicate this organization and personally avenge him for being made small and for injuring his father!

"Ah sneeze."

"Conan, are you okay? Drink more hot water."

"Got it, Sister Xiaolan."

Conan's eyes darted around, searching for something. If he caught a cold...

"Okay, stop looking. Dad has already finished drinking the white liquor. Don't think about it anymore."

Xiaolan put her hands on her hips and knew at a glance what Conan was thinking.

It turns out that little guy Conan still wants to drink white liquor.

This is not okay.

In the afternoon, Conan's mother entrusted Conan to them so solemnly and also gave them a considerable sum of money for accommodation. They could not let Conan's mother down.

"Then I'll leave this matter to Detective Maori."

Half an hour later, Dr. Ogawa left the office with the three people watching him.

"Hey, Uncle Maori, Conan and Xiaolan, what are you three doing standing here?" Xiachuan was wearing heat-resistant gloves and holding a casserole that was still steaming.

Conan turned his head to look, but his angle just blocked his face. This damn kid's height, I really hate it...

Fortunately, he has absolute pitch and can distinguish sounds easily. He is Uncle Xiachuan.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, what is that thing you are holding?"

Curiosity prompted Conan to speak, and his strong sixth sense made him feel that this thing was unusual.

Kogoro Mouri and Ran also looked over to investigate.

"I heard that Conan caught a cold, so I made a stew. This is a folk remedy for treating colds in my hometown, and I heard it's quite effective."

"is it?"

Xiaolan stretched her head to smell it, but Xia Chuan dodged her immediately, "No, this won't work. In my hometown, only underage boys can eat this. Girls can't even smell it."

Xia Chuan pretended to be mysterious, with half of his face sunk into the shadows. "I heard that girls who cheat on their boyfriends will dream of being turned into beer cans by Shuten-doji at night."

Xiaolan immediately showed a frightened expression, and her original desire for knowledge was immediately shrunk by Shuten-doji.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sister Xiaolan, there can't be Shuten-doji in this world. Uncle Natsukawa is joking. Am I right, Uncle Natsukawa?"

Conan was speechless.

Please, Natsukawa is obviously not a Japanese. Even if it is a legend from his hometown, what he dreamed about should not be Shuten-doji. A nightmare, a devil, a dream tapir, anyway, it couldn't be Shuten-doji. After all, the customs of each country are different, and this statement is too fragmented.

And what the hell is canned beer? Why not just say canned beer?

Xia Chuan remained silent, his expression still mysterious.

"Brother Xiachuan, don't scare me!" Xiaolan came to her senses and felt a little ashamed and angry. She thought that she might have been scared by Brother Xiachuan, but she still maintained an attitude of "it's better to believe it than not to believe it" and kept a certain distance.

Kogoro Maori didn't care what the thing Natsukawa brought him. He only knew that the other party had brought him another valuable commission today, and he laughed and said that he and Natsukawa must "drink three hundred cups together."

"Dad! No drinking!"

"Hahaha, aren't you happy? Xia Chuan introduced me to such a big business. If I don't treat Xia Chuan to a meal and a drink, I will feel guilty."

Kogoro Mouri's IQ when it comes to finding excuses for drinking is top-notch. He can think of any excuse and has ten thousand reasons to drink every day.

Chapter 75: It smells good, it must taste good! (First order 5/6)

Maori Detective Agency.

Natsukawa sat on the sofa and listened to Kogoro Maori telling him about the matter that Dr. Ogawa had come to entrust him with.

"Oh, I see." Xia Chuan didn't expect Dr. Ogawa to come so soon. He thought that the other party would at least inquire about Uncle Maori's resume first.

But it can also be seen from this that he cares very much about this matter.

Xiachuan felt a little embarrassed about Uncle Maori's thanks.

Even if he didn't mention this to Dr. Ogawa, Dr. Ogawa would have been guided by the power of science to come to Kogoro Mori's detective agency. He only served to speed up the process.

The effect is small, but it is still very useful in deepening the relationship between himself and the Mori family.

"Yeah, I really need to thank you, Natsukawa." Kogoro Maori picked up the wine glass and shook it in front of Natsukawa as if he had completed a toast, then gulped it down.

"Wow, that's great - it really has to be craft beer to be tasty!"

Kogoro Mouri stuck out his tongue into the shape of Pikachu's tail, his face was red, and he was obviously drunk.

There were four or five beer bottles and two or three side dishes on the table.

It was Kogoro Mouri who was drinking. Natsukawa didn't like beer very much and wasn't very interested. He just politely drank one bottle and then stopped.

After taking a look at the casserole he brought and then at Conan who had just finished taking a shower, Natsukawa became eager to do something.

"Conan, it's time to take the medicine. After taking a shower, your immunity is at its weakest... ugh, at its strongest. This is when the medicine will be most effective."

"Uh..." Conan paused while drying his hair after taking a shower, swallowed his saliva, and his hair stood up unconsciously.

It's strange, why do I have a bad feeling?

Looking at Natsukawa's smile, Conan always felt that something was wrong, and his sixth sense was reminding him not to drink.

But why?

Why can’t I drink? Why?

Trust your intuition, doubt your intuition, be skeptical and try everything.

Conan immediately found an excuse for himself and put his intuition aside. Uncle Natsukawa was such a good person, he would definitely not cheat him.

And it smells so good.

"Okay~" Conan answered in a childish voice.

dong dong dong~

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it at this time?" Xiaolan opened the door curiously, looked around, and then looked down to see a pink-haired child.

"Hey, it's Anya!" Xiaolan squatted down and hugged Anya, who raised her hands for a hug.

Sure enough, compared to Conan, Aniya is cuter. At least she is cuter when she acts coquettishly and cutely.

"Aniya, why are you here? Didn't you take Bond for a walk?" Xia Chuan asked curiously.

He lowered his eyes to look at the door, but saw no sign of Bond.

"Ah!"

"Bond said he can handle it himself, so I don't need to go." Bond was bribed by her with sausages and went for a walk by himself with the dog leash in his mouth.

Anya would never miss the moment when Conan eats Aunt Joel's cooking.

Whether there is something wrong with my body, Aunt Joel’s cooking, or the ingredients from the unscrupulous merchant, the answer will be known soon.

The telepathic ability hasn't recovered yet, and she's really concerned about it.

Could Aunt Joel's stew make her superpowers disappear? That's too ridiculous.

Well, actually super powers aren’t important. Her main purpose is to laugh at Conan.

"Conan, haven't you eaten yet?" Anya looked back and forth at the casserole, and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that he hadn't eaten yet, finally catching up.

"I was just about to eat, you wouldn't..."

Conan dead fish eyes.

Could it be that this Anya is here to snatch food from him?

The folk remedies are all medicinal foods. It is said that if you eat too little, they will not work. We can't let Aniya succeed.

"Uncle Natsukawa just said that girls can't eat this kind of medicinal food, and they can't even smell the taste." Conan felt it necessary to remind Anya, otherwise half of the medicinal effect would fall into her stomach.

"Hmph~ If you want to eat it all by yourself, just say so. But I, Anya, am not the kind of person who would eat food given out of pity. Just eat it with peace of mind. I won't snatch it from you."

"That's good." Conan muttered, obviously remembering some bad experiences in school. Anya has a history of snatching food!

Anya: (????)

I won't eat. I'll just watch you eat and see how many bites you can take.

All Anya can say is, I'm doing my best to perform with you~

Natsukawa opened the lid of the casserole, and an inexplicable fragrance sobered up the drunken Kogoro Mori.

"Huh~ What is this? It tastes pretty good." Kogoro Mouri had a thoughtful look on his face, his nose twitching, as if he was trying to determine what ingredients were inside through his sense of smell.

However, after three rounds of drinking, my sense of smell was mostly lost, and I couldn't smell anything after smelling for a long time.

Thinking of this, Kogoro Maori's appetite grew. He picked up the chopsticks and prepared to take a bite of the dish to test the taste.

He assured that it was not that he wanted to eat, but he had just received 10 million in child support from Conan's mother today, and he had to fulfill his duties as a guardian, and tasting the food was one of his responsibilities.

"Dad! This is Conan's medicinal food. If you eat it, the medicinal effect will not be enough..."

Before Xiaolan finished her words, Maori Kogoro had already picked up a mouthful of stew, put it into his mouth and started chewing it.

"Wow~"

Maori Kogoro stuck out his tongue, a completely different look on his face, and then...

His body suddenly lost balance, and a familiar scene appeared in front of Conan and Xiaolan.

After twisting and shaking for a few times, Kogoro Mouri sat down on the sofa, leaning one hand on the edge of the sofa, his head lowered and he became motionless.

"......" × 4

Xia Chuan's mouth twitched, and he quickly made up for it, "Uncle Maori seems to be drunk."

Stone hammered.

There really was something wrong with Yoel's technique. He had carefully selected the ingredients, so there was definitely nothing wrong with them. However, the effect after eating them was almost the same as that of an anesthetic injection.

The cause has been found and it has been confirmed that there is something wrong with the Yoel stew.

There is a fragrance, but it is also an indisputable fact that it can cause dizziness and food poisoning.

but......

I promised to test the poison on Conan, and I must do what I said. Every word counts.

"Conan, come on, it's time to take your medicine."

Xiachuan brought the casserole to Conan, acting as kindly as a real father. He even blew on it several times, making sure it was at the right temperature before putting it to Conan's mouth.

"Uh...Uncle Xiachuan is too polite. There's no need to be like this."

Conan was a little uncomfortable. No one had fed him like this for many years. This situation brought back his childhood memories.

My parents were both there at that time, and my life was so comfortable.

Thinking about it now, it’s a world of difference. I have to face Uncle Maori’s iron fist of love from time to time. It’s hard...

However, Uncle Maori’s alcohol tolerance was not very good today. He fell down after only four bottles.

"I'll do it myself."

Conan took the casserole. After all, he was a 17-year-old high school detective, and the shame made him self-reliant.

"Yeah, let Conan do it himself. He's a grown-up boy now." Anya stared at him, the corners of her mouth unable to stop rising.

Conan sat down on the sofa, glanced at his drunken father-in-law and couldn't complain. He rolled his eyes before picking up the spoon.

He didn't put it directly into his mouth, but took a sniff first, "It smells good, it should taste good!"

"Yeah, I think so too." Anya said softly.

She was fooled by Aunt Joel's trick.

The aromas of various ingredients overlap with each other, and the rich fragrance makes people's appetite increase just by smelling it.