Pushing open the bathroom door, Guangyou saw a complete mess. He rubbed his forehead and said, "I forgot I had to clean up. Damn it, why did you have to come now?"
Guangyou was starting to regret yesterday's cream fight. Just then, Xiaolan, wearing a triangular headscarf, came out of the storage room and greeted Guangyou, "Guangyou, why don't you come and help out? We can do a big clean-up today!"
After responding, Kōyū went to the storage room to get cleaning supplies, and on his way out, he casually threw a rag that hadn't been washed in a long time at Conan's face.
Conan removed the rag from his face: "It really is refreshing."
...
"Ring ring ring"
"Moshi Moshi, the Mori Detective Agency."
"You said you were looking for someone? Well, sorry, I have too many cases on my hands right now."
The bearded Mori uncle, seeing on TV that he had lost his horse bet again, momentarily forgot that he was on the phone and said somewhat dejectedly, "I bet on the wrong horse again, really."
While wiping the TV, Kōyū glanced at Uncle Mori and admired his ability to lie through his teeth. The agency didn't have that many cases.
Feeling somewhat disappointed, he heard the urging voice on the phone and shouted, "I told you I'm very busy right now!"
Because the customer is king, Xiaolan squinted and stared intently at Uncle Mori, as if to say, "If you don't speak properly, I'll punch you."
Uncle Mori's temper flared up like fire when it met a firefighter; his eyes turned into tiny dots as he leaned closer to the microphone and said in a gentle voice, "Well, I've thought about it, so I'll hear what you have to say first before I decide."
"Dad, really, you need to focus on your work!" Xiaolan said seriously, hands on her hips.
Under Ran's strong aura, Uncle Mori nodded repeatedly in response. Conan put down the tidied-up items and asked, "Uncle, what kind of person called just now?"
"It sounds like a middle-aged woman. She said she'd be here right now," Uncle Mori said, his hands supporting his chin, his eyes sparkling. "She's probably the kind of person who asks you, Mr. Mori, to help me find my first love."
That's why Uncle Mori always keeps his distance from these kinds of cases, because they're really boring—an old woman looking for her first love, not much money, and a lot of trouble.
"Knock knock"
A knock came at the door, and Xiaolan responded. The door was then pushed open, revealing a woman wearing wooden clogs and a light purple kimono.
The woman was extremely beautiful, with fair skin and well-proportioned features. She exuded a gentle and elegant aura at first glance, and her captivating eyes constantly radiated a breathtaking charm. The light lip makeup on her lips added a touch of allure.
The woman said, "I am Chi Bo, who spoke to you on the phone earlier. Please forgive me for visiting you so suddenly."
Chi Bo's voice was like a spring breeze, soothing and comforting: "I heard from a friend that as long as I find Mr. Mori, he will definitely be able to help me find the person I want to see."
After saying that, he gave Xiaolan a slight bow, and Xiaolan returned the bow, saying, "Then please sit here first."
Conan also expressed his admiration. The woman in front of him had a mature charm that Ran didn't have, which made Conan, who was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager at heart, a little stunned.
Guangyou couldn't help but admire her at first glance. Then he suddenly realized that this Ikeba Shizuka was none other than Black Chicken's mother. He hadn't noticed before, but seeing her for the first time, he could only sigh and wonder why Black Chicken hadn't inherited his mother's good skin.
"Strange, where did Dad go?" Xiaolan was about to call Uncle Mori to pick up the customer, but when she turned around, the unreliable old man was gone.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bathroom door slowly opened, and the disheveled man with a stubble on his face disappeared without a trace. In his place stood Uncle Mori, wearing a white suit, a brown shirt, a dark gold tie, with a shiny face and a stylish hairstyle.
Uncle Mori flashed what he thought was a very cool smile: "Leave it to me, beautiful lady."
He then took Ikeba Shizuka's hand and looked into her eyes: "I just went to look at a few cases that were difficult to solve, so I was delayed for a while. I'm sorry."
After saying that, he put his arm around Ikeba Shizuka's shoulder and said, "Come on, let's sit down on the sofa first. That way, we can calm down before we start talking."
Then, with a fawning smile, he said to Xiaolan, "Xiaolan, go and get some drinks."
Xiao Lan, unfazed, squinted and said, "Oh."
Seeing this, apart from Shizuka Ikenami and Uncle Mori, the other three were speechless. The world record holder for changing clothes in a second is Kogoro Mori.
After learning more about it, Shizuka Ikenami wanted to find her middle school classmate, but she couldn't find him because he had moved.
Upon hearing that it was him, Uncle Mori had a bad feeling. Middle school, male classmate, urgently looking for him—wasn't this just like looking for his first love?
After finally attracting such a beautiful woman, this incident extinguished most of the little flame that had been fluttering in Uncle Mori's heart.
As she spoke, Shizuka Ikenami took out a photo from back then. The person she was looking for was Shibata Shiro, who was standing in the center of the photo, next to a girl who looked remarkably like Shizuka Ikenami.
"Then that girl next to you must be you." Uncle Mori thought to himself, already recognizing her as a beauty.
Ikeba Shizuka nodded and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, that little girl is me. This is an old photo taken thirty years ago."
A photo taken thirty years ago left Conan and Uncle Mori speechless; the woman who looked only twenty-four or twenty-five was actually over forty.
After a moment of calm, Uncle Mori said seriously, "Could you please tell me your interests while you're at it?"
Shizuka Ikenami thought Uncle Mori was asking about Shibata Shiro's interests, but Uncle Mori shook his head: "I meant your interests."
"Huh?" Ikenami Shizuka was clearly taken aback, but still answered, "I usually like to knit things, so I often knit sweaters."
Uncle Mori was even more excited; this kind of hobby that sounded so domestic was exactly what he wanted!
"Then your interests are the same as my mother's," Xiaolan said with a smile as she put down her coffee, her tone as protective as a cat guarding its kittens.
"However, do you know anything about cooking?" Uncle Mori was quite concerned about this question; Eri Kisaki's dishes were nuclear-level weapons.
"No, I know absolutely nothing about cooking. Take yesterday for example, I cut my hand three times while I was cooking a dish."
Xiao Lan chuckled inwardly at Ikenami Shizuka's words, and said, "It's the same with my mother!"
Uncle Mori gave a wry smile: "Actually, it's nothing. A person is more charming when they have some flaws!"
After hearing this, Xiaolan stared intently at Uncle Mori, but her words were full of agreement: "That's exactly right."
Seeing all this, Guangyou shrugged. Could this be the legendary saying that wildflowers are more fragrant than garden flowers?
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