The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 184 The Calm Before the Storm (Mid-month! Please vote!)

Wash and cut vegetables.

After a crisp sound of a knife, as I reached out and pressed the button of the range hood, the low hum of the range hood immediately filled the small kitchen.

The buzzing sound that was noisy in the past now made Mao Lilan feel a little peaceful. She tied the belt of her apron tighter, then skillfully poured oil and warmed the pot.

At the moment when the light white smoke emerged, Mao Lilan gently picked up the spatula and carefully placed the beef patty that had been prepared long ago into the pot.

"Zizi-"

A rich aroma of meat spread throughout the kitchen along with the intense frying sound, and the aroma of meat mixed with the delicious fragrance of the fish soup simmering on a low fire on the stove nearby.

She lifted the lid of the pot and took a look. The milky white soup was bubbling. Mao Li Ran couldn't help but take a deep breath. The aroma of the fish soup and the warm steam brushed against her cheeks.

Now, this small kitchen in the office seems to have become her refuge.

Even this afternoon, Mao Lilan felt like she had gone back to the past.

Going grocery shopping with Shinichi as usual, walking along the familiar street as usual, returning to the office together as usual, and finally cooking in this kitchen that he was so familiar with as usual.

Although Shinichi has become a child, Ran Mouri now feels that this feeling is not bad.

After all, Conan had helped her carry a few bags today! She remembered how Shinichi would always play soccer next to her, or start chatting about detective novels...

Thinking of Conan's frozen look at that moment, Xiaolan couldn't help but chuckle and gently turned the meat patty in the pan over.

At least at this moment, in this hot kitchen, the sizzling sound coming from in front of her made Mao Lilan feel a sense of tranquility and warmth in her heart, and she felt a kind of safe warmth.

Kogoro Mouri has been hiding in the sofa and peeping into the kitchen for a while.

His nostrils twitched slightly, and the aroma of the rich fish soup and the fried meat made Kogoro Maori swallow his saliva.

But his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and more and more dark lines appeared on his forehead.

——Especially when I see the faint smile on Xiaolan's face while she is cooking in the kitchen.

Although it was indeed a blessing not to have to eat a bento, when Kogoro thought about how Xiaolan was busy running around just to take care of Conan's emotions, he felt so unhappy that he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Sure enough, that little detective is still very hateful!
Kogoro secretly decided to find an opportunity to teach that kid a lesson. He snorted coldly and sat back on the sofa in a huff.

Then subconsciously, he reached under the sofa, and his fingers immediately felt the coolness of metal.

Hehe, while Xiaolan isn't paying attention...

Listening to the sound of the spatula stirring in the kitchen, Maori Kogoro skillfully took out a bottle of beer hidden under the sofa, and then quietly opened the pull ring of the can -

"Thorn-"

He immediately pressed the power button on the TV remote control and turned up the volume to cover up the sound of the can being opened.

The news channel that I didn't change when I left in a hurry yesterday just played the sound directly.

"Yesterday, a tanker named 'Explorer' capsized due to a tsunami triggered by a small earthquake while sailing near Hawaii. It is reported that there were 132 passengers and crew members on board. Rescue efforts are currently underway..."

In the images shown by the camera, the wreckage of the overturned oil tanker was floating on the sea, many helicopters were circling in the night sky, and beams of light from many salvage ships and search and rescue boats were sweeping across the dark sea.

Kogoro smacked his lips and this time took a big gulp of wine, a regretful tone sounding as the wine poured into his throat.

"What a tragedy..."

But soon, as the alcohol drowned the tragic scene in his increasingly drunken mind, he rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Hehehe, I missed Ms. Yoko's recording yesterday, but today I finally have time--"

When Mao Lilan walked into the living room with the soup, the scene before her made the smile on her face freeze instantly.

——Kogoro Mouri sank comfortably into the sofa while drunk, then looked at him with a somewhat puzzled look and burped.

Ran Mouri rushed to the dining table almost in one step, put the soup in her hand on the table, and then snatched the can from Kogoro's hand without hesitation, as if she was not hurt at all.

The next second, a muffled "bang" sounded in the living room.

Xiaolan hit the sofa under Kogoro hard.

Immediately afterwards, Kogoro's body bounced up exaggeratedly like in an anime, and when he fell back onto the sofa, he immediately automatically adjusted himself into a sitting position.

A pair of dangerous, angry eyes met another pair of guilty eyes. "Dad! Didn't I ask you to go to Dr. Agasa's house in twenty minutes to call Conan back?"

Facing Xiaolan's anger, Kogoro shrank his neck. Although he was screaming in his heart that something was wrong, the alcohol made him braver, and he couldn't help but mutter: "I'm afraid that I'll want to punch that guy when I see him."

The air was silent for a second.

Xiaolan narrowed her eyes: "Dad, what did you just say?!"

A chill immediately ran up Kogoro Mouri's back, and he sobered up all of a sudden.

No, if I stay at home any longer, my life will be in danger!
He stood up with a somersault and said, "I'll go right away!"

……

At the same time, at Dr. Agasa's house, Conan was using the phone in the doctor's house to talk to Hattori Heiji.

"Today, GSSRA will..."

The moment the call was connected, Conan immediately heard a noisy sound coming from the background of Heiji's side, which gave him the feeling that Heiji was in a large conference hall.

"Wait a moment, Conan."

Hattori Heiji said something in a low voice, then he quickly covered the microphone, stood up from his seat, and walked out of the narrow aisle between the seats with some apology.

"Excuse me, please let me take a call."

He made up a random excuse to leave the messy venue, walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and then put the phone to his ear again.

"What's up, Conan? I'm a bit busy here right now, so it's not convenient for me to call."

The noisy half-sentence in the background just now made Conan feel a little concerned.

"What's your side—?"

Then Conan remembered that Hattori Heiji seemed to work in a secret official agency, and he added.

"It's okay if it's inconvenient to say it."

"I just wanted to ask, did you find out about Miss Yamei—"

Hattori Heiji held his forehead. He remembered that when he parted with Conan yesterday, he had told him not to be too impulsive, but then Heiji's eyes became sharp again.

The strange feeling he faced yesterday emerged in his mind. As a detective, he would definitely not be wrong. Yesterday was definitely not the first time he saw Miss Yamei.

This was what puzzled and surprised Heiji the most.

Because what Hattori Heiji meant by "the first time he saw it" was not "seeing it" in the investigation department's database or on paper - he meant meeting it face to face.

His mood became a little heavy because of a guess in his mind, and Hattori Heiji's tone seemed a little extra cautious.

"Anyway, it's not convenient to go into the details of this matter over the phone. Conan, I'll probably be in Tokyo again soon, and we can meet and talk then. As for Ms. Yamei's identity, we haven't found anything except that it's a fake identity."

"And then you just asked me what happened here."

Hattori Heiji paused, his voice low and serious, "Conan, this matter involves a lot of things. You will probably see it on TV in a few days."

Looking at the logo hanging on his chest in the mirror on the sink - "GSSRA", Hattori Heiji's eyes were somewhat deep.

(AI generated, ignore the English characters above QAQ)

Because the news discovered at the port is so shocking, it is now almost impossible to hide it.

Just like the noisy sound during the rehearsal that Conan just heard on the phone -

Global Strategic Security Response Alliance.

GSSRA (Global Strategic Security Response Alliance).

This organization will soon be officially announced to the world at the United Nations General Assembly.

No matter what, this game can be said to be a victory for the [real timeline].

(End of this chapter)