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

Chapter 531 Kogoro Mori regrets it so much he could die (1st update)
The next afternoon.

Maori Detective Agency.

The sunlight streaming lazily through the window fell on the desk. Kogoro Mouri sat with his legs crossed, flipping through a horse racing newspaper, occasionally letting out a sigh.

A faint smell of beer filled the office, indicating that the famous detective's afternoon tea time had started early again.

A light knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Come in!" Mori called out without looking up.

The door opened, and Shiraishi E walked in, looking radiant with a wistful smile on her face: "Good afternoon, Detective Mouri!"

Kogoro Mouri then looked up, his gaze sweeping over E Shiraishi before he suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Why are you in such a good mood, kid? How was your time at the Tokiwa villa last night?"

His tone carried a hint of probing and an undisguised jealousy.

Shiraishi E wanted that expression on her face, so she sat down on the sofa with a look of ecstasy and reminiscence: "It was just amazing! President Tokiwa was so hospitable, he entertained me until two or three in the morning."

He paused deliberately: "The fact that there's an artificial hot spring in the room is truly an eye-opener!"

"Thud!" The newspaper in Kogoro Mouri's hand fell to the ground. He sat bolt upright, his eyes wide like saucers: "You...you guys even went to a hot spring?!"

“Yes.” Shiraishi E nodded as if it were a matter of course: “I was just remarking on how good the lives of the rich are, that they can even soak in hot springs at home, and then President Tokiwa invited me to soak in the hot springs with them.”

Mori's face flushed red instantly, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the sofa armrests tightly.

"Damn it." He squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He was filled with regret at that moment—if he hadn't listened to Ran last night and hadn't left with Eri, he could have been soaking in the hot springs too!

Let's soak in the hot spring together again!

That's something so many men dream of!

"It's just soaking in a hot spring, why are you so excited, senpai?" Shiraishi E was a little surprised by his strong reaction.

"What do you know!" Kogoro Mori slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his voice rising eight octaves: "Mio is a goddess-level figure at our school!"

He paced back and forth in his office excitedly: "Forget about soaking in a hot spring with her, just having a meal with a rich young lady like her would be an immense honor!!"

"Something I can brag about for a lifetime!"

Shiraishi E was somewhat taken aback, clearly shocked by Kogoro Mouri's exaggerated class consciousness.

It's just a hot spring bath, isn't it?

Is it really that exaggerated?
But then he remembered some exaggerated ways of interacting between classes in anime, and realized that these class concepts in his daily life seemed quite normal.

He thought to himself: If I told Mori that President Tokiwa had personally done yoga with him for more than three hours last night, exhausting him to the point of exhaustion... wouldn't that guy faint on the spot?

After hesitating for a moment, Shiraishi E decided to add fuel to the fire: "Brother Mori, if you say that, then you've really lost out big time."

"Loss? Where did I lose money?" Kogoro Mouri's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Shiraishi E deliberately lowered her voice and said, "She not only soaked in the hot spring with me, but also scrubbed my back, saying it was to repay my life-saving grace!"

"What?!" Kogoro Mouri unconsciously raised his voice and jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

His expression was contorted as if he had swallowed a whole lemon, or as if he had been punched in the chest. "Scrub...scrub your back?! Mio's going to scrub your back?!"

Shiraishi E leaned back comfortably on the sofa, deliberately showing a wistful expression: "It felt so smooth."

"Jun?!" Kogoro Mouri's voice trembled as he rushed over, repeatedly asking, "What do you mean by Jun? Explain yourself!"

"It's like..." Shiraishi E gestured with a mischievous grin, "when she was behind me, pressing against me and rubbing my back." "Aaaaah! Stop talking!" Kogoro Mouri wailed, clutching his head like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He frantically grabbed his hair, spun around in place several times, then rushed to the refrigerator and roughly pulled out two cans of beer.

"Glug glug—" Kogoro Mori tilted his head back and gulped down the beer, completely unaware that it was dripping down his chin onto his shirt.

He finished one can and immediately opened a second one. It wasn't until he had drunk two cans of beer that he finally calmed down a bit.

"Why did I leave last night?" Kogoro Mouri slumped onto the sofa, muttering blankly to himself, "If I hadn't listened to Ran, if I had stayed, I'd be the one enjoying all this now."

He slumped there like a deflated balloon, occasionally letting out a sigh: "I shouldn't have listened to Ran. I shouldn't have gone with Eri."

"Now look what happened! After leaving Eri, I neither received her forgiveness nor enjoyed the treatment that was rightfully mine!!"

"I regret it so much!"

Shiraishi E suppressed a laugh as she watched the middle-aged man, nearing forty, look as dejected as a high school student heartbroken over a breakup.

His utterly hopeless expression looked particularly comical!

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"Dad! Why are you drunk again!"

Xiaolan's clear voice came from the second-floor stairwell. She had just changed into a light blue dress and had carefully applied her makeup.

As soon as she entered the second floor, she frowned instantly.

Kogoro Mori slumped on the sofa, surrounded by seven or eight empty beer cans, his face flushed with an unnatural redness.

He slurred his words, looked up, let out a loud burp, and grumbled, "Ugh... I'll drink if I want to! Nobody can stop me!"

"What are you drinking for!" Xiaolan rushed forward, shaking her father's shoulders forcefully. "We're going to Mom's for dinner tonight! How are you going to go like this?"

Kogoro Mouri suddenly flung his daughter's hand away in a fit of rage: "No way! Who wants to eat that woman's awful cooking!"

He grabbed a half-empty can of beer from the coffee table and gulped it down: "I'm not tired of living! Go if you want! I'm not going anyway, I won't be able to eat, so I might as well not go!!"

Ran said with great dissatisfaction, "Dad! You were full of energy at President Tokiwa's thank-you banquet, but you got completely drunk at Mom's thank-you dinner? What will Mom think of you?"

"You behaved so well in the building last time that Mom's opinion of you is starting to change."

"Changed? Hahaha." Kogoro Mouri said sarcastically, "In her eyes, I'll always be a piece of trash! No matter how well I do!"

He staggered to his feet, his beer can clattering to the ground, and declared with boundless pride, "I've made up my mind. From now on, let her think what she wants. I'm going to be my true self again!"

As he spoke, he took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, pulled the tab with a "pop," and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The amber liquid trickled down his chin and soaked a large area of ​​his shirt. As he drank, he said, "I want to drink! I want to drink! What can you do about it?"

Ran was so anxious she stamped her feet, and could only look to Shiraishi E standing to the side for help: "E, look at Daddy."

Shiraishi E gently patted Ran's shoulder and softly advised, "Never mind, Ran, don't force Detective Mouri."

He glanced at Mori, who was sprawled on the sofa, and said in a low voice, "He really did perform exceptionally well this time. Attorney Kiyoshi should give him a few words of praise."

Xiaolan bit her lip, her gaze shifting back and forth between her drunken father and the clock on the wall.

Finally, she sighed and said, "You're right. Let Dad rest at home this time."

(End of this chapter)