Conan's Landing Full Reputation

Shi Mo Mi cleared his throat: "Do you know why Conan's birthday is May 4th?"

Conan: Why else? My mother gave birth to him...

The kind-hearted Natsumi Kosaka asked back: "Why?"

Shi Mo Mi: "I wonder if you have heard of the famous high school detective in Tokyo before?"

"I have heard of him. His name is Kudo, right?!"

"Yes, his birthday is May 4th, and Conan is also a relative of Kudo. Because she envied Kudo's family for having such a smart child, Aunt Edogawa, who was due in May, scheduled a caesarean section on May 4th for Conan to be born, the same birthday as Kudo."

Xiao Lan was stunned. She was still doubting whether Conan was Shinichi just now, but she felt that her idea was too magical and unlikely to be true, so she was a little depressed. As a result, Shi Mo Mi explained it like this, and her CPU was about to burn out.

Sonoko even shouted out loud: "How can it be like this? No wonder you can tell from such a young age that he is a mystery geek like Shinichi!"

Conan: "So... is that so?"

Shi Mo Mi didn't look like he was lying at all, and his voice was not guilty: "Yes, didn't Aunt Edogawa tell you?"

Conan: "No..."

The tea party didn't end until the sun went down. Before Pu Si Qinglan and Xiangsaka Natsumi left, Shi Mo Mi gave them some flower tea.

Xiaolan was cleaning up the empty pastry plates, and Sonoko waved her hand: "Leave that Xiaolan, someone will come to clean it up later. I brought some new clothes made by my designer. You are tall, come and try the styles."

Conan sat on a small round stool: "What about me?"

Sonoko waved her hand disdainfully: "Go out for a walk by yourself, and come back to your sister Xiaolan and sister Mo Mi later."

Without waiting for Conan to say anything, Sonoko left Conan and took Shi Mo Mi and Xiaolan to her room.

Shi Mo Mi thought that the "some" that Sonoko said would not be a lot, but she still underestimated the financial resources of the Suzuki family. Although Suzuki Sonoko often took Xiaolan and Shi Mo Mi to go shopping for clothes, there was actually a high-end designer at home. In addition, Suzuki Shiro doted on his two daughters, so Sonoko pulled out a three-meter-long rack full of clothes.

"These are the one-size-fits-all samples they sent over."

Xiaolan: "Sonoko... we don't need to try all of these, do we?"

Sonoko chuckled: "What do you think?"

Shi Mo Mi: "... Can I go out with Conan?"

She was answered by the sound of Sonoko locking the door.

When Conan came back, he saw Xiaolan leaning on the sofa with no light in her eyes, and Shi Mo Mi lying on the swivel chair with her eyes closed, touching the pigeon unconsciously.

"Sister Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaolan's eyes slowly moved to Conan's face, and slowly replied: "It's Conan... Nothing, I just don't want to try on clothes recently."

Shi Mo Mi knew it was Conan who came in, and didn't even open his eyes: "Look at the good side, Sonoko gave you the best-looking ones you wore as a mental loss. So you don't need to buy new clothes recently..."

Xiaolan's tone was stiff: "Ah... That's great..."

Xiaolan didn't want it at first, but Sonoko said that these clothes were originally sent as samples for screening styles, and they would be sold in the group's high-end stores in the future. Since Xiaolan and Shi Mo Mi are wearing the right size, change the size to make it just right for them, otherwise these samples will just gather dust.

Shi Mo Mi was too lazy to move, so she ordered Conan to make tea for them.

Before they could even drink the tea, the voice of Nishino's secretary knocking on the door came from outside: "Mr. Maori! Ms. Shi! It's not good!"

Shi Mo Mi closed her eyes: "I'm really not feeling well... Conan, go see why Mr. Nishino is knocking on the door?"

Next door, Maori was waiting for dinner, so he opened the door immediately: "What's wrong? Is dinner ready?"

As soon as Conan opened the door, he heard Nishino's panicked voice: "No, it's Mr. Kankawa, Mr. Kankawa is dead in the room!"

Xiaolan stood up and followed Conan, and couldn't help but look at Shi Mo Mi who was lying on the swivel chair. Shi Mo Mi was looking at the door with his eyes open.

Looking at Xiaolan and Conan, Shi Mo Mi couldn't help but say: "Fuck..."

Xiaolan: "Ah?"

Shi Mo Mi suppressed the curse words on his lips: "A kind of plant..."