Inside a certain Mori detective agency

The firm rarely had a case today, so the three of them ate dinner quite late, and by the time they finished, it was already 9 p.m.

Uncle Maoli sat at his desk, legs crossed, reading today's evening paper, occasionally taking a small sip from the can next to him, looking quite content.

When he saw one of the portraits in the evening paper, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Truly worthy of being my famous detective, Kogoro Mouri!"

"Today's murder case is almost without any clues, but no matter how careful the culprit is, he can't escape the discerning eyes of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri."

Uncle Mori was so excited his mustache was practically standing on end. Recalling the look of despair in the prisoner's eyes after he exposed him earlier that day, he felt incredibly smug.

"I also want to keep a low profile, but..."

Uncle Mori sighed, then suddenly became serious, saying with apparent helplessness, "But my strength doesn't allow it."

The next second, Uncle Mori broke down in his act and burst into laughter.

"What a narcissist. If it weren't for my help, that prisoner would have escaped long ago."

Conan, sitting on the sofa, felt goosebumps all over. He pursed his lips, expressing his utter helplessness at Uncle Mori's narcissistic behavior.

To be honest, Conan was the one who reminded us of the case today, but even so, it was thanks to him taking out Uncle Mori's drug that the case was solved.

However, Conan doesn't care who is credited for the case; he simply enjoys the process of solving it.

Of course, it's also good to become famous.

"An escaped convict?"

After indulging in his narcissism, Uncle Mori noticed a news article that took up a significant portion of the newspaper and became slightly more serious. "Are prison security measures this weak now? A 43-year-old man can escape."

These words caught Conan's attention. He reached for the remote and switched the TV to the news channel.

"The fugitive is currently surrounded by police..."

Conan instantly deflated. He had thought he could finally escape the boring television and continue his brainstorming session, but now the fugitive had been caught.

The news reported that the fugitive was surrounded by the police, but in Conan's eyes, it was no different from being caught.

"Hasn't that brat Guangyou come back yet?"

Uncle Mori glanced at the clock in the office and said, "It's so late now, is this kid going to spend the night out again?"

"yes."

After washing the dishes, Xiaolan came out of the kitchen, picked up the water glass on the table, took a small sip, and said, "He told me this morning that he might stay at Professor Agasa's house tonight."

"That kid is really something."

Uncle Mori shook his head and sighed, "Kids these days are really precocious, more precocious than me...more precocious than you, Ran. You and that wretched detective kid could never have done the same things back then."

He didn't even need to think to know what that brat Kōyū had been up to today; he'd simply gone out to play with the little girl from Professor Agasa's house.

"dad!"

Xiaolan blushed when she was mentioned. After looking around, she snatched the can back, snorted at Uncle Mori, and said, "I've had enough to drink today."

"Xiao Lan, you..."

Seeing Ran walk into the kitchen, Uncle Mori knew he probably wouldn't get the wine back. He snorted and turned around, muttering to himself, "It's just a little wine, what a pain in the neck."

"And I wasn't wrong."

Uncle Mori flipped through the newspaper and continued to complain, "I was so close to that detective brat when we were kids, and now look what's happened, he's completely bewitched by him."

This isn't just a complaint; it's the complete picture of a jealous, resentful man.

My daughter is already so big; she'll be an adult in a few more years.

Uncle Mori originally thought he could experience the feeling of his family's cabbage being eaten by a pig a few years later, but his own daughter was bewitched by someone when she was young.

Conan, standing to the side, blushed slightly, clasped his hands together, and acted shyly like a young girl who had just met her lover.

He recalled the moment he first fell for Xiaolan; her innocent face wore an incredibly bright smile, like a gentle spring breeze caressing his heart.

Even though he was just a kid in kindergarten at the time, he already felt that Ran was different from any other girl in his heart.

So, he was actually quite precocious.

He could admit that he was precocious, but he couldn't agree with the "despicable little detective brat" that Uncle Mori mentioned.

"Hey kid with glasses, why are you blushing?"

Uncle Mori caught a glimpse of Conan out of the corner of his eye, then asked in confusion, "I wasn't talking about you, I was just talking about that wretched detective..."

He paused slightly at this point, then continued, "No..."

"No, no, no..."

Conan, thinking that Uncle Mori suspected him of being Shinichi, blushed and frantically waved his hands, saying, "I'm not Shinichi..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Mori continued, "You don't have a little girl you like, do you?"

"Kids these days are all too precocious."

Uncle Mori looked at Conan's flushed face, shook his head and sighed, "Times have changed."

"Huh?"

Conan was stunned. He thought his identity was about to be exposed today, but it turned out to be completely unrelated.

Suddenly remembering something, Uncle Mori looked at Conan and asked, "What did you just say was new?"

Conan, feigning composure, looked around, then pointed a finger at the television and said, "I meant today's news about that fugitive..."

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