"Wake up Conan, it's time to go to school. If you don't get up, you'll be late."
"……Um?"
The next day, when Conan reluctantly opened his eyes when he heard the shouts from the outside world, the first thing that caught his eye was Xiaolan's slightly worried face.
"Sister Xiaolan...?"
"Conan, are you feeling unwell? Why can't you get up from sleep today? Do you want me to take a day off?"
It was rare for Xiaolan to see Conan unable to get up in the morning. Seeing his sleepy appearance, Xiaolan subconsciously stretched out her right palm to reach his forehead, and covered her forehead with her other hand, as if she wanted to rely on him.
The body temperature sensing ability of martial arts practitioners can be used to see if the child has a cold or fever.
Conan, who wanted to say that he was fine, immediately put on a brave face and said, "I'm fine, sister Xiaolan. Maybe I caught a cold when I kicked the quilt while sleeping last night."
As a child, it is normal to kick the quilt when sleeping.
"Ah? Is that so?"
Mao Lilan, who didn't feel anything unusual about Conan's forehead temperature, frowned: "I'll tell dad and ask him to take you to the clinic later for a checkup. You just had a bad cold not long ago, so you should pay attention to your health."
"Uh, no, I'll be fine if I take a little rest, Sister Xiaolan, so I don't have to go to the clinic."
Conan, who quickly put on his glasses, wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Qingmei, who had long hands: "No, Conan, you said you didn't want to go to the clinic last time, but the cold later became more and more serious, and I was almost
You're scared to death."
"..."
Haha, that's because I drank the liquor that the black boy from Osaka brought over.
Recalling the painful state of drinking white wine when he had a cold last time, Conan's eyes twitched vaguely for several times, trying to explain something, but after much thought, he couldn't.
You can’t say that the last time you had a cold that was so painful it was because you drank white wine and it made you sicker, right?
After scratching his messy hair after waking up from sleep, Conan was speechless and watched Omei walk out of the room, talking to Mouri Kogoro who was reading the newspaper in the living room.
"Really, this troublesome brat."
Mouri Kogoro, who complained a few words, put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up from the sofa and walked back to the room. Taking advantage of his height advantage, he looked down at Conan who was pretending to be weak——
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"
Conan's face was suddenly pinched by two hands and he cried out in pain. Seeing that he was so angry, Mouri Kogoro immediately looked disgusted: "You are so angry that it doesn't look like you are sick. I said
Kid, are you pretending to be sick because you don't want to go to school?"
Oops!
It was seen!
Conan, who never expected that one day he would fall into the hands of Kogoro Mouri, immediately began to act stupid and couldn't admit anything: "Uncle, I -"
"Dad! If a person is pinched like this by you, he will scream in pain, okay? It's true."
As soon as Conan's words came out of his mouth, he was interrupted by an angry Mao Lilan. Mao Lilan, who moved into the room, squatted in front of Conan, caressed the child's cheek that had just been pinched, turned his head and said dissatisfied: "Anyway
You are fine today, take Conan to the clinic to see if anything will happen."
"I know, I know, you are really as verbose as your mother."
"..."
Mao Lilan, who had just met her mother, Concubine Yingli, in private, suddenly changed her mood when she heard this, and she held Conan's hand and walked out of the room with a slight guilt.
Fortunately, despite the shocking encounter on the street, neither she nor her mother was seriously injured, and both returned home safe and sound.
"No, no need. Sister Xiaolan, Dr. A Li still has some cold medicine. I'll just go over and drink some later." Conan, who also felt guilty, moved out of Dr. A Li's place again in order to avoid going to the clinic as much as possible.
Zhang Wanneng’s trump card.
"Is it Dr. Ali again? Although I know you are very familiar with him at home, but you are always running to different places. Will he think that I am abusing you?"
Mouri Kogoro, who was leaning against the doorframe, crossed his arms in front of his chest and began to worry about the money in his bankbook.
As an adult, especially a mature adult who had just received a foster care fee from Conan's mother not long ago, Mouri Kogoro would still be a little worried——
I'm worried that Conan's mother will think that she is a scum of society who took the money and did nothing. It would be terrible if she took the money back and then filed a lawsuit with him.
It is a lesson from heaven and earth that he, Kogoro Mouri, can never be this kind of person.
"No, Uncle Maori is such a good person. When I go to Dr. A Li's house, it's usually when he's sick or I just go there to play games. Ha, haha..."
Conan scratched the back of his head and tried his best to put on a cute smile. Then he turned around and stumbled into the bathroom. He brought a small stool and stepped on it. He picked up the toothbrush cup on the sink and started to wash up.
"Forget it, for the sake of your health, you'd better go to the clinic with me later. Don't scare people to death like the last bad cold."
Mouri Kogoro shook his head and said in a mother's doubtful tone: "I don't know how you sleep at night."
"..."
How else can I sleep? If it weren't for your loud snoring, uncle, I would have fallen asleep a long time ago, okay?
Xiaolan's mother hasn't come back for so many years, so I don't know if she can't stand your snoring at night.
Conan's eyes suddenly turned into protractors while he was brushing his teeth. The villain in his heart was beeping and pointing at Kogoro Mori.
After breakfast, Mao Lilan quickly cleared away the bowls and before leaving for school, she reminded her careless father over and over again that she should remember to take Conan to see a doctor.
Mouri Kogoro, who was mentally calculating how long it would be before Okino Yoko's new variety show was aired after going back and forth, was full of answers. He didn't notice at all that a figure sneaking out with a skateboard appeared in the corner of the office.
"Hello? Uehara? How are you? How far has things progressed?"
Taking Dr. Agasa's newly invented earring-shaped mobile phone, he dialed Uehara Katsumi's number, and headed straight to Dr. Agasa's house on his skateboard, Conan freely shuttled through the streets of Yoneka Town.
"Huh? How come you still have time to call me at this point?"
The other end of the signal - the Metropolitan Police Department, the third department office area.
Uehara Katsumi, who was apparently fine, was sitting in his seat talking about something. After receiving a call from Conan, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "You learned how to play hooky at a young age?"
Conan's face turned dark on the other end of the phone. Why was this man still speaking so out of tune?
"I'm pretending to be sick and plan to take a leave of absence until this matter is over."
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to take a few more days off. I just spread the news through the Megure Police Department and Chief Odagiri not long ago. If you want it to be effective, it will probably take at least two days."
Uehara Katsumi was chewing some plums from Sato's Shinshun, and felt that they tasted pretty good. He swayed his legs. From the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of his partner who also noticed his condition. He quickly put down his swaying legs and worked seriously.
: "I won't tell you anymore, I have to work hard first, that's it, I'm done."
"????"
Conan, who was sliding all the way to Dr. Agasa's house, was at a loss. Wasn't it obvious that all the eucalyptus of Rena Mizuna had been handed over to the police? Where did he come from other classes?
"I said my words, why is Mei missing? Who are you calling so early in the morning? It's so mysterious?"
After glaring at her partner who was sitting upright and taking back her plum box from his desk, Sato Miwako curled her lips and asked pretending not to care, "That friend of yours?"
In Katsumi Uehara's plan, there was a person who did not belong to the police or the Metropolitan Police. His disguise and make-up techniques were the most amazing ones that Miwako Sato had ever seen in her life. They were comparable to those of the Phantom Thieves.
Germany.
The corpse of Miyano Akemi and the disguises of the two family members are simply...well, vivid.
"What, you want to know?"
"If it's not convenient, forget it. I understand. After all, this eucalyptus is extraordinary."
Miwako Sato spread her hands and said she didn't care.
It is normal for the police to have their own informants or friends, especially criminal police officers, who may have some shady informants.
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Katsuki Uehara, who had vomited out his words, was spinning a ballpoint pen without writing a single stroke. He smiled like a bad fox fishing for a cat with a dried fish: "It's not impossible if you want to know, it depends on you."
What kind of sincerity?"
"Then I'm not interested anymore." Glancing at the uncontrollable pride in the corner of this man's eyes, Sato Miwako clicked her tongue and gave him a sideways glance, but she couldn't stand it.
For this kind of man, she can't always obey him.
"Are you sure you're not interested? You've seen it before."
"I have seen?"
Miwako Sato, who was just about to leave, couldn't help being stunned when she heard this, and then a thin figure quickly appeared in her mind: "Doctor Aso?"
"That's right, that's right, just - eh?"
This time it was Uehara Katsumi's turn to be stunned: "Narimi? How did you think of it?"
"Didn't you ask him to help with the autopsy before? I later read the prosecutor's office's lawsuit on Yueying Island. He disguised himself as a woman for three years without being discovered. He must be very good at disguise."
Miwako Sato couldn't help but bared her teeth as she recalled Aso's real information: "But, is his level of makeup so high?"
"...You remember to keep it a secret. God knows this and you know it and I know it. Do you understand?"
Uehara Katsumi, who decisively took over the top hat for Honesty, pointed at himself and her back and forth with a serious face, and followed his partner's words to create a secret that needed to be kept by both of them: "Narumi just wants to live a peaceful life.
, I don’t want to be disturbed by too many people.”
"Ah sneeze!"
Miwa Central Hospital, restroom.
Asano in a white coat stood in front of the sink and sneezed three times in a row very suddenly.
"Strange, the temperature of the air conditioner was set too low last night when you slept?"
I rubbed my nose, feeling numb and swollen. I raised the back of my hand and pressed my forehead. I didn't feel any abnormality in the temperature.
"Good morning, Dr. Aso."
"Morning, Dr. Aso."
"morning……"
While responding to the greetings from the nurses in the hospital, Aso, who had long been accustomed to this scene, suddenly bumped into a nurse walking with her head bent at the corner——
"I'm sorry doctor, I didn't mean to do it. I'm very sorry!" The nurse who stumbled came to her senses and quickly stabilized her body to apologize to the man in front of her.
"No, no, no, I have a problem too. Sorry, I got distracted." Aso actually didn't care much and apologized.
The nurse who didn't say much gathered her thoughts, barely gave him a polite smile, and then left in a hurry.