After all...the person she really wanted to find was right next to her.

But, she also felt that person was Shinichi.

Mao Lilan thought a little confused, but how could there be two Shinichi?

Conan's next words were blocked in his throat by the look from Ran Mouri. He always felt that this look had a deeper meaning, and subconsciously he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He closed his mouth silently and thought for himself.

He just suddenly remembered that besides the thief Kid who looked exactly like him, there was another person!

That person!

Conan looked at Mao Lilan worriedly.

But that person...

He remembered the young man's dead blue eyes, that smile that held something soft in it, and his frail and lonely figure, but in the end, his mind was still fixed on the sharp and dangerous feeling of approaching death.

He is not a bad person...but he is definitely not a good person either. He dares not gamble, nor is he willing to gamble.

It’s better for you to stay with Xiaolan and not run around recently. Protecting her is more important than anything else.

The two people walked one after the other, each with their own thoughts. Their shadows were stretched out long by the setting sun and overlapped on the rough ground, like a pair of lovers holding hands.

——

It was already past eight o'clock when we returned to the Maori Detective Agency. The moon was high in the sky, and a few stars were scattered in the dark sky.

Kogoro Mouri was already drunk. The TV was on and the eight o'clock drama was playing. It was not difficult to guess that this decadent uncle was snoring in the living room accompanied by the sweet voice of Yoko Okino.

Conan changed his shoes and entered the room as usual. Since he had to go to school the next day, he could only hurriedly wash up and get ready for bed at the urging of Mao Lilan.

The door was closed, Conan yawned, sat cross-legged on the bed, and picked up the Sherlock Holmes collection as usual to review it for the n+nth time.

As soon as he finished reading the first line, his cell phone rang. Conan had to put Sherlock Holmes aside and slowly pick up his phone.

Who would call him at this time?

"Hi, good morning, Shinichi. How have you been?"

As soon as the call was connected, Conan heard the voice of his unreliable mother.

The elementary school detective looked speechlessly at the dark sky outside.

Obviously, his mother never thought that there is a time difference between foreign countries and Japan.

Conan's eyes widened. "Please, mom, it's already nine o'clock in Japan..."

"That's okay, Shinichi. Mom just wants to care about you." Kudo Yukiko didn't care much about her son's complaints. She skillfully avoided the topic and returned to the topic she had raised at the beginning.

"Very good." Conan absentmindedly picked up the Sherlock Holmes collection that had been thrown on the bed. When he was holding the original page and wanted to continue reading, he suddenly remembered something.

Those eyes that were 90% similar to mine.

"Oh, by the way, Mom..." The elementary school detective put down his favorite Sherlock Holmes and instead mentioned the recent incident of Kudo.

After hearing this series of events, the Kudo couple were silent for a while, then turned their heads and looked at each other.

Kudo Yusaku turned around with a gentle expression and said, "Shinichi, have you ever thought about...":,,.