Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 602: Assistance from the future father-in-law! (Monthly ticket requested!)
"If this is what happiness looks like to you, it's really ridiculous."

Bai Ye sneered as he took a step forward, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and raised his chest slightly. A sense of oppression and condescendingness emanated from his whole body.

"True happiness is to be by the side of the person you love at every vulnerable and helpless moment, giving her the warmest embrace; to extend a strong and solid arm without hesitation when she is lost and needs support, instead of always using those so-called cases as an excuse to avoid being with her, leaving her alone again and again, letting her cry silently in loneliness, and ruthlessly failing her expectations!"

As he spoke, Bai Ye's tone was full of disdain, and every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing Conan's heart.

Humph, it's because his Xiaolan has a kind personality and a soft heart. If it were any other girl with a bit of temper and a distinct personality, if she was ruthlessly abandoned again and again, the head of Kudo Shinichi, the famous high school detective, would probably have been beaten beyond recognition, like a rotten watermelon!

As Conan listened to Bai Ye's sarcastic words, the anger in his heart suddenly jumped to his throat, burning his cheeks red, veins bulging on his forehead, and his fists clenched tighter.

He really wanted to rush up and argue with Bai Ye, but he couldn't find a strong rebuttal for a while.

Because when he was handling a case, he would be too focused and immersed in the mystery of the case and the pursuit of the truth, and ignore Xiaolan's feelings.

But this is not because he does not love Xiaolan. On the contrary, he loves his childhood sweetheart very much. The reason why he devotes himself wholeheartedly when handling cases, even to the extent that he often forgets his childhood sweetheart, is because of his persistent pursuit of the truth, his unremitting adherence to justice, and the burning sense of mission deep in his heart that drives him strongly.

He is so persistent in searching for the truth in the darkness, not for any personal gain, but just to make the world less evil and more peaceful, and let the light of justice illuminate every corner!
However, this sincere persistence often inadvertently hurts the person he holds in his heart and cherishes the most, which becomes the deepest pain and guilt in his heart.

Conan's chest rose and fell violently, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart. He slowly turned his head and fixed his eyes on Mao Lilan who was standing beside him. He pulled the corners of his mouth hard and tried to squeeze out a smile, but the smile could not hide the deep bitterness, like a mask that was forced on and could break at any time. His eyes flashed with the last expectation, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope to persuade this childhood sweetheart who had known him for many years and had a deep friendship.

"Sister Xiaolan, Brother Shinichi...he is just too devoted to solving the case sometimes. He really doesn't mean to ignore your feelings."

As the words came out of his mouth, Conan's thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to the moment when he first met Xiaolan. At that moment, the heart-pounding feeling was like a beam of light, shining straight into his young heart.

From then on, this beam of light took root in his world. In the countless days that followed, they experienced wind and rain together and basked in the sunshine together.

This love gradually settled and accumulated over the long river of time, becoming deeply rooted, like a towering tree, deeply rooted in his heart, becoming an inseparable and indispensable part of his life. Every memory fragment related to Xiaolan is as precious as a pearl, inlaid in his life, shining brightly.

"He really...really cares about you!"

He really likes his childhood sweetheart, Ran Mouri. From the heart-pounding moment when they first met to the countless days they spent together later, this love has long been deeply rooted in time and has become an indispensable part of his life.

He also understood that it was not right to leave his childhood sweetheart aside when he encountered a case.

However, once he got involved in the case, his desire for the truth was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, making it difficult for him to control himself. Every clue and every mystery seemed to have a fatal attraction, pulling him deeper and deeper until the final truth was uncovered.

His persistent pursuit of justice has long been integrated into his blood and has become the instinct of his life.

Oh, how nice it would be if his daughter Xiaolan could understand his persistence and his pursuit of the truth!

Conan sighed silently in his heart. In this sigh, there was helplessness and worry about this relationship.

How he wished that his Xiaolan could understand that his love for her had never changed, but this love often found itself in a dilemma when choosing between love and justice. He also wished that she could understand his dilemma.

Mao Lilan looked at Conan quietly, the breeze gently blew, ruffling her hair, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions, including long-accumulated disappointment and reluctance to part with past friendship. After a long silence, she spoke softly, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness in her voice: "Conan, I know you are speaking for Shinichi, and I also believe that he has me in his heart and cares about me, but feelings cannot be maintained by a few empty words."

When he said this, Mao Lilan paused, with a look of helplessness and determination in his eyes, which was the calmness and sobriety after a long period of disappointment. "What it needs is long-term companionship and mutual understanding, rather than long waits and disappointments that come one after another."

"All I want is for him to be by my side when I'm scared, sad, and in need of support, instead of just a blurry back view of me forever."

Oh, someone keeps saying that he likes her, but in the end, it's just nice words. Once a case comes, he will throw her aside without hesitation again.

It was as if her joys and sorrows became insignificant in his pursuit of the truth.

Time and again, without exception. She paused, and those moments of being let down surged into her mind like a tide, with grievance and unwillingness surging in her heart: "Besides, didn't I wait for him? No, I waited for him for so many days and nights, trying to understand his ideals and sympathize with his pursuits, but he only let me down again and again!"

"Waiting again and again has really worn away my enthusiasm."

Her voice trembled slightly, carrying with it the grievance and sadness that had been suppressed for a long time. The trembling ending was like a thin needle, piercing the hearts of everyone present. "I am just an ordinary girl. I cry, feel pain, and feel tired. My heart is not made of steel. It will also get tired. In this endless waiting, it will gradually become full of holes."

She is a human being, not a god, and her heart will also be tired!
At the end, she raised her head slightly, as if she didn't want to let the tears that were about to flow fall. Her stubborn and lost look made people feel distressed...

Conan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, trying to comfort Ran Mouri, trying to defend himself, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, so dry that he couldn't make any sound.

He felt a mixture of emotions, like a seasoning bottle had been overturned, with all kinds of flavors intertwined.

He understood too well the pain of his childhood sweetheart, the torment of waiting, the grievance of being ignored; he empathized with her; but he could not give up his obsession with the case and the truth; it was a desire deep in his soul and a part of his life.

This dilemma plunged him into deep pain and struggle. He could only stand there quietly, looking at Mao Lilan, his eyes full of guilt and helplessness.

Maori Kogoro stood aside, his hands in his pockets, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of complicated emotions. He looked at Conan, then at his daughter who was full of sorrow but stubbornly refused to cry, and finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was low but with a majesty that could not be ignored: "Enough, Conan. I don't know what benefit that brat Kudo Shinichi gave you to make you work so hard to speak well of him. But if you continue to pester me like this, don't blame me for being rude to you."

As he spoke, his tone was filled with long-suppressed anger, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Conan, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.

As the father of Ran Mouri, how could he not know what Kudo Shinichi had done over the years? He also knew very well how much grievance his daughter had suffered in her interactions with him. It can be said that he had long been dissatisfied with Kudo Shinichi, this bastard who tried to take advantage of his little girl.

Now his daughter has finally freed herself from the pain of anxiety and loss, but a certain little kid actually dares to speak well of that annoying Kudo Shinichi here, and even tries to instigate his daughter to jump back into the "fire pit" of Kudo Shinichi. How can he tolerate this!

Conan was frightened by Maori Kogoro's aura, and subconsciously took a step back, with a thin layer of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but was intimidated by Maori Kogoro's terrifying aura and could not make any sound.

Maori Kogoro took a step forward, pointed his thick fingers at Conan, his chest heaving violently, and roared at the top of his voice: "I have seen through that bastard Kudo Shinichi. His mind, which is obsessed with the cases, can't accommodate anything else except those complicated and endless cases!"

"He keeps saying he likes Xiaolan, but what's the truth? Every time he encounters a case, he throws Xiaolan aside without hesitation. He runs away without even a message, let alone an explanation! How can such an irresponsible guy get Xiaolan's true heart, and why should Xiaolan waste her youth and years for him!"

In his heart, no matter how famous or powerful a detective is, if he can't even take care of the woman he likes, he is a complete loser, not worthy of praise from others, not worthy of a girl's true heart, and not worthy of girls wasting their time on him!

What's more, the person Kudo Shinichi hurt was his precious daughter, whom Kogoro Mori had cherished and cherished for more than ten years, whom he held in his mouth for fear that she would melt, and whom he held in his hands for fear that she would fall.

When I think of the grievances that Xiaolan suffered from Kudo Shinichi over the years, those nights when she sat alone by the window, looking out the window, full of expectations but infinite loss; the countless careful preparations, but in the end, she had to cancel and the promises that turned into nothing; and her forced smile in front of others, but her lonely look when she turned around and cried silently, all of them were like poisoned sharp blades, cutting Kogoro Mouri's heart fiercely, hurting him so much that he almost suffocated, and each one seemed to remind him of his dereliction of duty as a father.

It can be said that if Kudo Shinichi's parents had not been his old friends, just based on Kudo Shinichi's attitude towards his daughter Xiaolan, he would have turned into Tyson of boxing and rushed to the other party regardless of the consequences, beating this heartless bastard Kudo Shinichi to the ground and making his head bleed, so that he would know the price of hurting Xiaolan!
No matter he is a famous detective or some other great figure, if he dares to make his Xiaolan sad, he must pay a heavy price, and even the Lord cannot stop him!

Thinking of this, the anger in Maori Kogoro's chest "swelled up" again, his tone became more and more excited, and his voice gradually became higher: "Conan, you usually have a lot of tricks and your brain works quickly, so tell me, what exactly is Kudo Shinichi planning? Are those solved cases really more valuable than Xiaolan? More important!"

Before he could finish his words, Kogoro Mori slammed his fist on the table next to him. With a loud "bang", the things on the table were shaken to pieces and the water in the cup splashed high and spilled all over the table.

Conan looked at the furious Maori Kogoro, his eyes behind the glasses showing some tension and embarrassment. He swallowed subconsciously and said with courage: "Uncle Maori, Shinichi really loves Xiaolan. He has blamed himself for the wrong he had done to Xiaolan in the silent night countless times. But faced with those lives struggling on the brink of life and death and in urgent need of being saved, he really had no choice but to make such a difficult decision with great pain."

"Because, those cases are not just simple puzzles to him. Many times, they are about life and death. As a detective, he shoulders this responsibility and cannot just sit back and do nothing."

At this point, Conan paused slightly, his chest rising and falling violently, and he adjusted his rapid breathing. He looked at Maori Kogoro with sincere and earnest eyes and continued, "Uncle, you have also been a detective for many years. You have experienced those countless days and nights in pursuit of the truth and those difficult moments of looking for light in the darkness. I believe you can better understand that when a detective keenly captures the traces of crime and hears the weak distress signals sent by life in despair, the sense of mission that arises spontaneously will make people involuntarily forget everything and devote themselves to it regardless of everything."

"Also, even though Brother Shinichi always leaves because of a case, every time he solves a case, the first thing he thinks of is returning to Sister Xiaolan."

(End of this chapter)