The streets of Mihua were quiet and still at night.

Under the dim streetlights, only a faint light illuminated the street, as if the whole world had fallen asleep.

A chubby middle-aged man was walking down the street with a child whose body was wrapped in bandages.

The child's eyes revealed a hint of weariness and helplessness.

"Conan, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Professor Agasa asked curiously, his gaze falling on Conan, noticing his still-healing injuries.

Conan clutched his aching wound, sighed softly, and replied, "My mom came back by herself."

Upon hearing this, Professor Agasa's face showed surprise. He had known Conan's mother, Yukiko, for a long time and was quite surprised by her actions.

"Your mother? You mean Yukiko!" Professor Agasa's voice was tinged with shock.

Conan nodded, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Yeah, Mom suddenly decided to come back, and I don't know the specific reason."

Professor Agasa frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What about Yusaku? Didn't he come back with us?"

Conan shook his head and explained, "Dad had something to do, so he couldn't come back with us."

Professor Agasa seemed to understand something. With his years of experience, he immediately guessed the general situation. "Did Yukiko have a fight with Yusaku?" he asked bluntly.

"No, right? My dad didn't tell me!"

Conan frowned, thinking to himself: Dad only told him that Mom was back!

"Hehe, let's go. I haven't seen Yukiko in a long time either." Professor Agasa shook his head gently and didn't say anything more.

After all, this is their family matter, and he really doesn't need to get too involved.

Kudo House.

As soon as Professor Agasa and Conan reached the door, they saw the lights suddenly turn on on the second floor of the villa.

"It looks like Mom really did go straight home."

Conan muttered to himself.

Neither of them spoke again. Conan silently took out his key from his pocket, opened the door, and went straight inside.

"If it's not in the living room, then it must be upstairs."

Conan looked around the empty living room, then turned his gaze upwards.

Meanwhile, Yukiko, who was humming a tune and swinging her fair and smooth legs on the second floor, was intently looking at which motorcycle shops were available in the country.

She has already decided to buy two motorcycles as her daily mode of transportation.

Hmph~ She's Yukiko Fujimine, the queen of motorcycles, you know!

What's that noise?

Just as the location for the purchase was decided, Yukiko's small, delicate ears twitched slightly.

She felt that something was not quite right.

So she tiptoed off the bed, looked around warily, and then casually took a baseball bat from the cabinet next to her.

She heard a suspicious noise coming from downstairs, wondering if a bad guy had broken in.

Hearing the approaching footsteps coming upstairs, Yukiko, who was hiding around the corner waiting for her chance, gripped the baseball bat tightly, her heart pounding faster than usual.

"ah!"

"Mom...Mom, what...what are you doing?"

Conan stared wide-eyed at the baseball bat that was only a centimeter away from his forehead, and his forehead was instantly covered with large beads of sweat.

How unlucky must he be today?

Are we going to die at the hands of our own people, even if we don't die at the hands of the enemy?

"Oh, it's Shinichi and Professor Agasa."

Yukiko blinked her beautiful big eyes and looked at the two people who were too scared to move, feeling a little embarrassed.

Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding! She thought a thief had broken into the house!

"How did you end up in my house?" Yukiko asked, somewhat puzzled.

"This is my home too!" Conan practically roared. Listen to that! Is he even speaking human language?

"Hi, Yukiko, it's been a long time!" Professor Agasa waved to Yukiko with a big smile and greeted her warmly.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Professor Agasa." Yukiko was equally happy to see her old friend whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

However, in stark contrast to them was Conan, who looked gloomy and not very happy.

Conan's gaze remained fixed on the baseball bat in Yukiko's hand. With a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, he questioned, "Mom, can you explain what you're planning to do with this baseball bat?"

Recalling the thrilling scene just now, Conan was still shaken.

He was so close to seeing his great-grandmother.

Upon hearing her son's question, Yukiko's face flashed with a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure, casually waving her baseball bat and saying, "Oh, you're asking about that? There are mosquitoes in the house, and I was just swatting them." Then, she even pretended to wave it a few more times in the air.

She would never admit to the embarrassing thing that she had just done, mistaking her son for a bad guy.

"Heh... Do you think I'd believe that?" Conan rolled his eyes, revealing a classic dead fish expression.

"Huh? Do you know what you're saying?" Yukiko was immediately annoyed and glared fiercely at Conan.

It's hard, it's hard, my fist is hard.

It seems she'll have to put aside her own family ties for the greater good today.

"Haha, Yukiko, you're back just in time. Shinichi was badly injured today, so you can help take care of him."

Dr. Agasa quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Conan would just die here today without any explanation.

"Hey, Shinichi, what happened to you? How did you get such a serious injury?" Yukiko belatedly noticed the layers of bandages wrapped around Conan's body and immediately squatted down with some concern.

“…” Conan simply didn’t want to talk anymore.

He thought his mother couldn't see him. He had already wrapped him up like this, and she only noticed now. What kind of mother is that?

“Speaking of which, Shinichi, you’re so cute right now, like a living mummy.” Yukiko rested her chin on her hand, as if she had discovered something new and interesting, and curiously touched here and there on Conan’s bandages.

"Hiss..." Conan couldn't help but gasp.

He must have been found, he must have been!

A biological child would never do such a thing.

"Shin-chan, don't move! Let me take a picture and post it on my WeChat Moments!"

"I don't want to!"

"You've gone too far! I'm your mother, stand still right now!"

...

Under the cover of night, a small black man ignored the heavily guarded security and silently sneaked into a warehouse.

By the light of the night, you can see several large characters above the warehouse.

[Oriental Gunpowder Depot]