Chapter 328 Maori Murder Case

"Margaret, you promised me that you would not do anything to Angel."

Vermouth was a little confused, leaning on her body, fingers clenched.

"She came to me on her own initiative, Vermouth."

"You bastard!"

"Don't worry, I like Xiaolan too, she will accompany us."

The relationship between Xiaolan and Luke was finally discovered by Vermouth, who had been staying at home recently.

Vermouth, who usually regarded Xiaolan as "Angel", would never have watched Xiaolan in danger.

In the original timeline, Vermouth had used a fake identity to protect Xiaolan many times, and even betrayed the organization for this.

Similarly, when Vermouth found that Xiaolan fell into Margaret's clutches, she naturally could not just watch.

What a gentle and kind girl Xiaolan is.

She couldn't control a guy like Margaret.

Vermouth knows Margaret's unruly nature too well. Now that she is watching at home, Margaret can go out and cheat from time to time, and even hooked up with Xiaolan under her nose.

If no one is watching, Margaret may die among women.

With Xiaolan's personality, her restraint on Margaret is almost zero.

It is estimated that in the future, Margaret will give her a green crown, and Xiaolan may not know it.

In order to seek justice for her "daughter", and also to let Margaret treat Xiaolan as a consumable for the previous "hunting".

Vermouth chose to sacrifice herself and feed the devil with her body.

"Xiaolan."

"What's wrong, Shinichi?"

Xiaolan was on the phone.

Her affairs with Mr. Kazama will be announced sooner or later.

However, according to her mother's advice, it is best to wait until the court confirms the custody before making a decision.

And Xiaolan herself also needs a buffer time.

To better accept Mr. Kazama, find a way to reach a private reconciliation with Sonoko, and face Kudo Shinichi with another identity.

In any case, since she has confirmed her relationship with Mr. Kazama, she must keep a distance from other men.

At the very least, they can no longer be ambiguous childhood sweethearts.

In terms of feelings, Xiaolan is quite similar to Kisaki Eri. They got married in a flash, separated, divorced, and cut the Gordian knot without any delay.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, are you okay?"

Shinichi on the other side seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Xiaolan's tone was as gentle as ever, but there was an inexplicable gap between the words.

It was as if the two were no longer close childhood sweethearts.

"I'm fine, Shinichi, you should also pay attention to safety, come on."

She gave encouragement.

Xiaolan knew the chaos in America very well. Even if Shinichi had registered with the police there, it was not impossible to encounter danger.

When she went to America to travel with them, she was attacked by a serial killer.

"Well, I got it, Xiaolan."

I don't know if it's an illusion, Xiaolan felt that Shinichi's voice sounded a little depressed.

But she didn't say much. With Shinichi's personality, he must have encountered some puzzles in reasoning, and he was depressed because he couldn't figure it out for a while.

If it was before, Xiaolan would ask the reason, and then patiently comfort Kudo Shinichi.

But now, Kudo Shinichi is just her male friend, just like Hattori Heiji.

You can joke and chat. But you must never cross the line of friendship.

"I have a case here, so I'll hang up first."

Kudo Shinichi didn't get the response he wanted, and hung up the phone a little discouraged.

Beep beep beep.

Mouri Ran looked at the phone and was stunned for a while.

Shaked her head.

Although this may not be good for Shinichi, she can't go wrong step by step.

The distance that should be maintained must be maintained, and the boundaries that should be paid attention to must be paid attention to, so as not to embarrass everyone.

At this time, Conan jumped down from the upstairs.

Xiaolan smiled.

"What's wrong, Conan?"

"Isn't Sister Xiaolan resting at home?"

Conan blinked his big eyes.

A Mini Cooper was parked in front of the cafe downstairs.

That was Eri Kisaki's car.

Last night, after the father and daughter had a conversation, Xiaolan packed up her things today and sent all her personal belongings to Eri Kisaki's house.

As for Maori Kogoro, he disappeared early in the morning and no one knew where he went.

Maybe he went to drink, or maybe he was doubting his life in an unknown place.

"No, Conan, you have to live a good life with your dad in the future."

Xiaolan bent down and rubbed Conan's head with her hand.

She thought Conan would not understand what she meant.

Probably in the eyes of the child, she was just going to her mother's house to stay for a few days and then come back.

I don't know that the Maori family has completely fallen apart now.

As expected, Conan looked disappointed for a moment, then, as if remembering something, he asked:

"Can I come with you?"

"No, Conan-kun, you have to stay and look after the house. I will come back to see you later."

Xiaolan tilted her head slightly, looking at Conan intently, as if giving him the most sincere encouragement, as gentle and reliable as the big sister next door.

Conan nodded solemnly.

Xiaolan smiled with satisfaction.

"Conan-kun, go to bed early."

She stood up and dragged her suitcase towards the Mini Cooper.

The car window was rolled down, and Aunt Fei Yingli seemed to be smiling too.

Is it towards him?

No, not him.

Fei Yingli's eyes always fell on Xiaolan.

Buzz——

The car started and the two disappeared on the street under the moonlight.

Conan waved his hand as if saying goodbye.

But he didn't go upstairs to rest as Xiaolan said.

Instead, he kept standing there.

Until, an unlucky guy comes back.

Mouri Kogoro's face was as red as a ripe tomato, and his eyes were distracted, as if he had lost his clear understanding of the world.

He walked unsteadily, his steps were frivolous, every step was like stepping on cotton, and he might fall down at any time. He muttered some words that were inaudible, and occasionally let out a few silly laughs. Voice.

Conan pursed his lips. Sure enough, in the face of this kind of thing, Mouri Kogoro, who was clearly in the wrong, would only choose to drink to relieve his boredom.

Mouri Kogoro's hair was disheveled, as if it had been beaten by a strong wind. His tie hung crookedly around his neck. There were several fiery kiss marks on his neck. A few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his somewhat fat belly.

He held the wine bottle in one hand and took a sip from time to time. The other hand was waving randomly in the air, as if he was arguing with an invisible person.

Just staggering and swaying here and there.

Conan looked at Mouri Kogoro calmly.

Mouri Kogoro seemed to be a little more awake at this time, or it might be that his remaining consciousness allowed him to remember some things that he had to do.

"Little devil, go upstairs!"

He was very drunk, but he didn't forget to care about his children.

Of course, this could be because he's already lost a child.

Conan stood there.

"Sister Xiaolan is gone."

"Let's go. Xiaolan"

Mouri Kogoro repeated it several times, his tongue seemed to be tied up and his words were unclear.

At this time, his brain had lost its basic ability to judge, and he did not understand what Conan meant.

In other words, the meaning of this sentence was subconsciously thrown away.

No matter how many times it is repeated, it will not leave the slightest impression.

Mouri Kogoro muttered for a while, became a little annoyed, ignored Conan, took one step left, one step right, and went upstairs with a silly smile while touching the railing.

Thanks to his good luck.

If he misses the mark, tomorrow's Mihua News may not be able to report the somewhat ridiculous news of "a certain detective fell while drunk, causing hemiplegia."

Conan didn't support him, just watched him move up little by little and followed behind him, just like an ordinary child who was at a loss.

Entering the room, Mouri Kogoro staggered and fell on the sofa, making a dull sound.

But that's not all.

For a truly drunk maniac, the second half of the night when he loses consciousness is the most torturous.

Mouri Kogoro inexplicably began to sing an off-key song loudly, and the sound made the windows tremble slightly.

He laughed for a while, sighed for a while, completely immersed in his own drunken dream world, like a funny clown.

Seeing the ugly appearance of Mouri Kogoro, the original calmness on Conan's face was instantly broken, and the corners of his mouth began to slowly rise, just a slight arc, but with a chilling and weird look.

"Xiaolan is gone."

he repeated.

Uncle Maoli groaned and closed his eyes tightly, seemingly not noticing anything unusual.

Conan took off his glasses.

He no longer needs these props.

No, it’s best not to have these props appear at the scene of Kogoro Moori’s murder case.

"Don't hurt her, okay?"

Belmode lay on Luke's chest, his whole body sore and weak.

But he was still mumbling some unexplained words.

Luke smiled and said nothing more.

He didn't do anything, he was just bored and having fun.

If it were in the foggy space and any other Luke came, the world of Conan would not be as peaceful as it is now.

Muscular man Luke will turn this place into a holy land for gangsters, scientist Luke will conduct taboo research here, and navy Luke will probably forcefully launch an era of extraordinary unity and become a contemporary emperor.

Even Luke, a great writer who calls himself an ordinary person, can't help but play dirty tricks on the ninja world, and is currently fighting with the undead army of the old man of Six Paths.

The old man of Six Paths has accumulated an army of undead for thousands of years. Although there are not many top masters who have truly reached the level of Six Paths, the number alone can kill several "cultivators".

Lukes from all universes are making trouble, but the beautiful boy Luke just wants to play some small games with a few "good friends".

Before he transformed into a native and crescent moon and exploded across the planet, the handsome boy Luke was already relatively reasonable.

A certain magnetic field guy who played the most fun, after gaining the power of the small universe, he even pulled the battlefield from the surface of the earth to the outer space.

Now, from time to time, he will create a close and friendly "life harmony" with his beloved disciples and subordinates.

The last time we shared memories, I still remember that he single-handedly suppressed Yujiro Fanma, the leader of the Anti-Martial Arts Alliance, in the sun.

In the words of muscular man Luke, "Only by feeling the fierce power can you understand the ultimate in martial arts." He doesn't care whether Yujiro Fanma can withstand this power.

In the end, it took the Anti-Martial God Alliance several months to bring their leader back from the sun.

However, Belmode seems to have sensed some hidden malice in Margaret.

She gritted her teeth and shrank down.

The bottom is filled and the top is edible.

Belmode didn't believe it. Could a mere Margaret really make her "overwhelmed"?

Luke shook his head helplessly.

After snapping his fingers, Belmode passed out before he even started pulling down.

Of course, this does not mean that Luke is not good at it. On the contrary, it should be said that Belmod is not good at it.

Belmod has truly reached its limit.

If it continues, the sensory stimulation may exceed the mental threshold, which may eventually lead to personality collapse.

Considering the dual physical and mental pressure, Luke decided to let her go.

Hmm. Give Xiaolan a break too.

Even after begging to such an extent, Luke would not fail to give Belmod this face.

Moreover, let Xiaolan go, isn't there still Kudo Shinichi who has not been dealt with?

Luke looked up.

The blackened big-headed doll over there has already started taking action.

He planned to let Mouri Kogoro gradually discover the truth of the matter and make him realize that his wife and daughter were ruined by the same young man, thus squeezing out Moori Kogoro's potential.

Complete the purpose of killing with a borrowed knife.

There is no such thing as a perfect crime in this world. Any perfect crime has various limitations, and these limitations often become the key points for detectives to find out the truth.

However, as long as he doesn't take action, doesn't interfere, and doesn't make contact.

All this is Maori Kogoro's own arrangement and plan.

I am not the perpetrator.

Conan captured the most important point.

Overall, in the real world, the possibility of a plan succeeding is almost zero, but this is the world of Ke Xue, and the brain circuits of Ke Xue people are different from normal people.

No matter how buggy the criminal design is, it will have a very high success rate.

Luke shook his head and stroked Belmod's hair.

Conan's tricks are indeed almost incomprehensible to ordinary people.

After all, no one would doubt that a child could be the driving force behind Kogoro Mori, the famous detective and retired detective.

Mouri Kogoro would not think that all he did was to help Conan get revenge.

He was seeking revenge for his daughter and wife.

Family has always been Moori Kogoro's bottom line, a bottom line that no one can touch.

For his family, the potential that Mouri Kogoro can unleash will completely exceed Conan's imagination.

Conan probably wouldn't have thought that he was just looking for a scapegoat, but ended up inadvertently awakening a real "ferocious beast".

Of course, the little actions of the two people were limited to this.

Even if he stood there and let Conan and Mouri Kogoro kill him, there was no way he could break through the defense.

Luke closed his eyes.

Hearing from the psychiatrist, the lazy snake in the foggy space might wake up in the next few days. Luke felt that there might be some interesting things happening in the foggy space. (End of chapter)