The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Oh, Xiaolan, just let them go and play together..." Seeing that the idea of ​​getting rid of the troublemaker failed, Mouri Kogoro waved his hand, "Allowing the children to follow won't help much..."

Nine Nine Nanie was silent for a while, looking at her daughter's eyes shining with anticipation, she gritted her teeth and whispered: "I'm sorry Fumino, mom can't take you shopping today..."

"Ah? Why?!" Kujiu Fumino opened his eyes wide, and the happy balloon was suddenly punctured. He was filled with grievances and tears filled the corners of his eyes. "Isn't it agreed upon? Mom, you are lying. !”

When she thought of this, she suddenly felt extremely aggrieved, and her mouth dropped: "Dad is also a big liar! He promised to spend my birthday with me, but in the end he couldn't come back from abroad! You guys all lied to me, I hate you guys !”

The expressions of everyone on the field became subtle or unbearable.

"Okay, okay, Fumino is the best, don't cry." Asako Miyoshi squatted down and hugged the sobbing Fumino, "Mom doesn't have time, can I take you with me? I'm the best at helping the little beauty choose I’ve got some clothes, I’ll make sure to dress you up beautifully.”

"...Well, okay." Kujuku Fumino, who had finished releasing his emotions, finally burst into tears and smiled happily, showing a happy smile towards Asako Miyoshi, "Thank you, Sister Asako."

Miyoshi Mazi stood up with a smile, looked back at the pigeon feathers falling all over the room, and gave a high-five: "Okay, everyone, go back and rest."

"Didn't you tell that child the news of her father's death..." Mouri Kogoro whispered softly as he looked at Fumino Kuju, who was being held by Miyoshi Asako, wiping away the tears on his face, and jumping forward. With.

"Yes, we just told her that my husband went to perform abroad just like in the past..." Nine Nine Nanahui squeezed her hands and looked at her daughter sadly, "Fumino still doesn't understand the meaning of death, and The way my husband died was also very... I will tell her slowly after she can really understand."

Seeing her holding Miyoshi Asako's hand and walking forward while talking and laughing, everyone present felt a vague sadness.

I lost my father at an age when I could not understand the meaning of death...

"Let's go to the basement and take a look first." Mouri Kogoro said and looked at Kujikushi, "Children will always grow up. When the children ask in the future, you can't tell her clearly. Your father left you."

"Oh, okay, okay, please..." Kujiu Qihui nodded, stepped up his pace, and led them towards the basement.

He is now more inclined to believe that Jiujiu Yuankang did not commit suicide.

Following her in stride, Mouri Kogoro had a solemn look on his face.

A qualified father... will never break his promise to his daughter.

"Decent..." Rubbing the squeaking hole that was pinched by Mao Lilan, Conan hit Tang Ze with his elbow, "Isn't this how he can be a good detective? Uncle Mao Li changes at a fast pace. It’s faster than expected.”

I really have to admire Tangze's decision-making... these few quick cuts of the knot, the effect is really immediate.

"That's not necessarily true." Looking at Mouri Kogoro's strutting look, Karasawa was unconvinced.

His current excitement is like that of a person who wants to lose weight on the first day of a diet. Currently, he is still suffering from the impact of divorce and his junior's merciless outspokenness. The double pressure forces him to focus on what is in front of him. The matter showed a state beyond Conan's imagination.

However, the essential reason for this situation is that he is at a low point, and the plan they formulated has just begun to be implemented, and the current good state is not worth referring to.

"Let's wait and see." Tang Ze used an uncertain expression, but his tone was determined and calm, "Getting rid of any addiction is a long-term process, so don't relax."

If he really manages this case alone, his self-questioning will go away and his willfulness will regain the upper hand, and he will have the confidence that "I am also capable of fighting those habits"...

It's hard to say what kind of appearance he will show by then.

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"What is this basement used for?"

"Oh, this is my husband's practice room. When he is thinking and experimenting with new techniques, he likes to shut himself in here alone."

"Whose are those photos?"

"These are photos of my husband's apprentices. Regardless of whether they are apprentices or not, even if they give up halfway without much persistence, my husband will specially frame the photos of their performances or practices."

"Is this where your husband fell?"

"Yes, I kept the room in this state specifically."

"Hmm...are the piles of cards on the table the same as they were then?"

"Exactly, the two stuck together are among them."

"The wall is very thick..."

"Well, we have specially done soundproofing..."

"The ring in that photo is...?"

"Oh, this is the prop that my husband is best at 'air manipulation'. He will tie a thin line on it that is difficult to detect..."

Nine-nine Nanie, who was following Mouri Kogoro, answered his questions in a softer and softer voice, and the more she spoke, the more difficult it became.

She turned back, looked at the three of Karasawa, and then looked at Kogoro Mouri who was pacing back and forth on the scene, looking at various utensils with blazing eyes. She was confused for a while.

The three children, including Conan, the waist-high elementary school student, all folded their arms, said nothing, frowned, and looked at Mouri Kogoro's state in silence.

Rather than saying that they were the family members brought here by Mouri Kogoro... they were more like interviewers, or examiners watching the candidates' arguments.

After circling around the white line on the ground, Mouri Kogoro imitated this posture twice, then turned his head and looked at the largest photo of Yasu Ninety-nine Yuan wearing a ring.

Holding Conan, who was restlessly trying to get closer, with his calves, Karasawa continued to maintain his posture against the wall, looking at Mouri Kogoro who was working hard to move his brain cells.

Jiujiu Qihui, who originally wanted to say something polite and ask them if they wanted anything to drink, looked at the atmosphere and held it in for a while, but did not dare to open his mouth to break the atmosphere.

The suffocating silence continued for a while, and Mouri Kogoro finally stood up straight.

"I understand, madam." Mouri Kogoro took a long breath and put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Your husband did not commit suicide."

"Huh--" As soon as he finished speaking, three neat exhales came from the other side.

The three people, who looked like an inspection team to evaluate the project, all smiled happily. Mao Lilan even put his hands together and clapped with his fingertips. They all looked like they had achieved significant results. .

Just as she was about to ask, Nine Nine Seven Hui was held back by their words: "..."

Is this a famous detective? Okay, what a strange pattern...

The starting point ID of Mr. Chiyi is user + number. I can’t recognize it even if I type it out... so I used the group name.