I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 357 With no hope of reconciliation, Xiao Lan feels like her world has collapsed (1st update)
"Huh? Dad and Conan went off to solve another case?"

When Ran came out of Eri Kisaki's hospital room, she was shocked to hear the news from Emi Shiraishi.

She thought the other person was joking, so she immediately ran to the other person's hospital room and pushed open the door to take a look.

The hospital bed was empty, with only the messy bedding remaining.

She stood there, stunned, feeling utterly incredulous!

He just fell off a plane and broke his leg. He hadn't even been in the hospital for two hours when he ran out again?

This is absolutely playing with your life!
"Where did they go?" Xiaolan came to her senses and looked at Shiraishi E walking slowly behind her, feeling very angry.

Shiraishi E shrugged helplessly: "Of course he's going to investigate the case. I tried to dissuade him, but it was no use. He and Conan insist on continuing the investigation!"

"What time is it? Why are you still investigating a case?" Ran's voice suddenly rose in exasperation, drawing the attention of the nurses in the corridor. "He's broken a bone! And Conan too, his head's wrapped in bandages!!"

She stomped her foot angrily, her fair cheeks flushed red with rage: "What are those two thinking! Is a murder case more important than their own lives?"

Shiraishi gently patted her shoulder and said, "Detective Mouri did this because he didn't want more people to be harmed, besides..."

"Besides what?" Xiaolan looked up and asked.

“Even if you pin him down on the bed, he’ll still sneak out when you’re not looking.” Shiraishi E shook her head with a smile: “Instead of that, it’s better to let him investigate openly and honestly.”

"I've already sent Conan to follow him. He'll contact us immediately if anything happens!"

"Sigh." Xiaolan sighed deeply, feeling inexplicably frustrated. "Mom's still in the hospital, and he doesn't even come to visit her!"

"Although I know Dad really wants to arrest the criminal who hurt Mom..."

"But don't you think that at this moment, being there for someone is more important than solving the case?"

“I also think that spending time with someone is more important than solving the case.” Shiraishi E naturally stood by Ran’s side without hesitation.

He chuckled softly and said, "However... Xiaolan, it seems you've misunderstood your father."

After offering a few words of comfort, Shiraishi E noticed it was getting late and took Ran to lunch.

Xiaolan poked at the salad on her plate while complaining, "Dad is so unreliable! Mom's in the hospital, and he still..."

"Still thinking about catching the culprit who hurt your mother?" Shiraishi E interjected, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Xiao Lan choked, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out, "He could have gone to investigate later!! Did he really have to go out to investigate right after being admitted to the hospital?"

“If he were that kind of considerate person, he wouldn’t have separated from your mother in the first place,” Shiraishi E reminded him.

Xiaolan opened her mouth to refute, but found herself speechless.

Yes, my dad has never been the kind of understanding, gentle and considerate person.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken on all the housework since I was a child.

She could only angrily destroy the Sarah.

Shiraishi E smiled without saying a word, simply pushing the juice towards her.

After saying thank you, Xiaolan picked up her juice and took a couple of sips. She looked up and asked, "Hui, do you think... there's any way to get them back together?" As she spoke, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

"Yes," Shiraishi E gave an affirmative answer.

"What method?" Xiaolan asked excitedly, her face beaming with joy.

After finishing her sandwich, Shiraishi wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "Have your father buy a bouquet of roses, and then kneel down at the law firm and beg Attorney Kisaki for forgiveness."

“If you do this, they will definitely get back together.”

Upon hearing this suggestion, Xiaolan immediately deflated, saying, "Impossible... Dad would never do such a thing!!"

She knew Kogoro Mouri well; she knew he was extremely proud and would never do anything humble or subservient.

Making him bow down to his mother would be worse than killing him!
Shiraishi E could tell that Ran really understood her father.

Then he said, "There is another way."

"What method?" Xiaolan asked again, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Shiraishi E said unhurriedly, "If Attorney Kisaki apologizes to Detective Mouri, they can get back together." "That's even more impossible," Ran sighed, resting her chin on her hands and muttering, "Don't let my mom's usual gentle demeanor fool you; she gets very serious when it comes to matters of principle!"

"You might as well make my dad kneel down and apologize."

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E realized that Ran didn't really understand Eri Kisaki.

On the surface, she may appear aloof and serious, but deep down she is a traditional woman who longs for a strong and powerful man to conquer her.

Last time I tried to force her, and at first she refused firmly, but then she gradually stopped talking.

Eri Kisaki's decision to become a housewife is the best proof of this.

However, Shiraishi E wouldn't tell Ran this.

After lunch, the two returned to Eri's hospital room and were surprised to find that the bed had been made neatly and the nurse was changing the sheets.

"Excuse me, where is the patient in this ward?" Xiaolan quickly asked the nurse.

"Oh, you mean Attorney Fei? She's already been discharged." The nurse replied truthfully, "She said she's going back to the firm."

Xiaolan's face turned deathly pale instantly. She hurriedly took out her phone, and just as she dialed the number, a familiar ringtone came from the end of the corridor.

Eri Kisaki walked over gracefully, carrying a briefcase. Although her face was still a little pale, she had already changed into a business suit.

"Mom!" Xiaolan rushed forward. "How could you be discharged? The doctor said you need to rest!"

Eri pushed up her glasses, her tone calm: "I'm fine now, Ran. You can rest at the agency too."

"How are they the same!" Xiaolan stamped her feet anxiously. "You're resting in the hospital ward, but you'll definitely be working at the firm!"

Eri gently stroked her daughter's cheek: "Don't worry, Mom knows what she's doing." She turned to look at Emi Shiraishi, her eyes sparkling, and said, "Shiraishi-kun, thank you so much."

Shiraishi E nodded slightly: "Please take care, Attorney Fei."

Looking at her mother's stubborn back, Xiaolan suddenly felt like the sky had fallen.

She always felt that the two of them would never get back together.

Both of them were so stubborn that neither was willing to back down.

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Late at night, the neon lights of Tokyo flowed beneath my feet.

Shiraishi E, wearing a ruthless bandit mask, stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the rooftop of a building.

The wind was strong on the top floor, making his coat flutter loudly.

Rum stood with his back to him on the edge of the rooftop, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice cubes clinking crisply.

“You’re late.” Rum didn’t turn around; his voice sounded like it was coming from an old radio, with the distortion typical of electronic devices.

Shiraishi E immediately recognized it as some kind of amplification device... This guy is still cautious and doesn't dare to let the real person show up at all.

He strolled slowly to the other person's side, arms crossed: "Traffic jam."

To his surprise, Rum did not have his men search him as usual.

There was no buzzing of metal detectors, no rough body searches, and not even the most basic confiscation of weapons.

"Aren't you going to check it?" Shiraishi E said deliberately.

Rum chuckled lightly. "No need... there's no fundamental conflict between us."

He took a sip of his drink and said, "Besides, if you wanted to kill me, a body search wouldn't stop you!"

Shiraishi E chuckled softly, took out a pack of cigarettes from her inner pocket, and the flame of her lighter flickered in the wind.

If he hadn't sensed the murderous intent coming from three directions, he would have believed the other party's lies.

In this line of work, credit is a complete joke.

(End of this chapter)