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

Chapter 192: Warmth, but only for a moment (asking for monthly tickets)
"I'm back!"

After opening the door of the office, Kogoro put Conan's package aside and shouted towards the kitchen: "Xiaolan! I brought Conan back!"

"Dad—what took so long?"

"Because I'm on my way back...cough cough cough!"

He was about to tell the truth subconsciously, but the next second, Kogoro Mouri immediately realized that he must not tell anyone that he had secretly drunk some wine on the road.

Acting helpless, he decisively chose to put the blame on Conan.

"I was delayed by this kid! Xiaolan, did you see that big package? That's—"

"Sister Xiaolan! I'm hungry!"

A crisp child's voice interrupted the explanation that Kogoro Mori was about to give.

The voice made Kogoro Mouri turn his head, and then he saw that Conan was already sitting at the dining table.

Even his face had that familiar expression on it—that coquettish, childlike, yet deceptive expression.

It was as if he was really a hungry child, but still waiting obediently for dinner.

This annoying little detective...

A "well" character appeared on his forehead. Maori Kogoro rushed to the dining table in one step, not wanting to be outdone. He pulled the chair next to Conan and sat down, then shouted in the same loud voice:

"Xiaolan, I'm hungry too!"

Maori Kogoro's voice was obviously filled with anger, which made Conan twitch his lips.

Uncle Maori, this guy, actually competed with a child, really...

"I thought you guys would be back soon. The pie is getting a little cold..."

Xiaolan walked out of the kitchen with a stack of golden fried pies in one hand and a soup spoon in the other. She walked to the dining table, put down the stack of pies, and then opened the lid of the pot.

The fragrance in the air, which had originally faded a little, was presented to everyone as the pot of milky fish soup appeared, and became stronger as the warm steam of the soup rose into the air.

"Conan, this is your fish soup."

"Thank you, Sister Xiaolan!"

Taking the soup bowl handed to him by Ran Mouri, Conan put his mouth to the edge of the bowl, blew it gently, and then took a small sip carefully.

Then, the warm and delicious fish soup flowed into the abdomen like a warm current, and the tiredness and coldness were instantly melted away.

For a moment, Conan even felt a warm flame rising in his heart.

He looked up and revealed a genuine, childlike smile that was not fake: "Sister Xiaolan, the fish soup you made is really delicious!"

Mao Lilan responded with a gentle smile. Her voice was so soft that almost no one could hear the response that was almost a whisper.

"Really? Shin...Conan, as long as you like it."

Now, the afterglow of the setting sun shines into the house through the curtains.

For Mao Lilan, everything that just happened at the dinner table——

Whether it's Maori Kogoro's bickering or Conan's behavior that seems like a real child...

Ran Mao Li really wished that time could stop at this moment, but she couldn't.

But that was enough for her.

Mao Lilan smiled, holding her chin with one hand, and looked at everything in front of her with a gentle gaze——

Kogoro Mouri, who also took a sip of the soup, suddenly had his eyes light up and began to fight with Conan for the soup spoon.

The soup spoon finally fell into the clutches of Kogoro Mori without any suspense.

"Hahaha! The rest of the soup is all mine!"

Kogoro Mouri raised the soup spoon, looked at Conan beside him, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"If I had known everyone liked it so much, I would have cooked more."

This little play between adults and children made Ran Mouri smile, and then she pushed the bowl of fish soup in front of her in front of Conan.

"Conan, if you still want to drink, drink my bowl."

Ran Mouri's words instantly froze the smug expression on Kogoro Mouri's face.

——The Maori Kogoro was sunk. Then, a sly smile flashed across Conan's face, and he calmly gave Uncle Maori another blow.

"Sister Xiaolan! Do you know? We came back a little late because Uncle Maori secretly bought something on the way - woo woo woo..."

Maori Kogoro's expression changed instantly, and he quickly covered Conan's mouth: "Don't forget the one million dollars I gave you..."

Mao Lilan tilted her head and repeated Conan's last words: "Dad bought it on the way back?"

"You bought this skateboard as a gift for me!"

Under the threat of one million dollars from Kogoro, Conan had to step forward to rescue Kogoro Mouri.

Conan pretended to be well-behaved, blinked, and then showed an innocent smile.

"That's right, isn't it, Uncle Kogoro?"

Kogoro Maori breathed a sigh of relief, and the disappeared smug smile returned to his face.

"Hahaha, that's right! I specially commissioned Professor Agasa to make this skateboard for Conan!"

He reached out and patted Conan's shoulder, his tone full of pride: "There are a lot of good things used on it! Right, Conan?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Conan nodded vigorously. As he spoke, a few black lines appeared on his head unconsciously, and he secretly complained in his heart:

Uncle Maori is really something, he starts bragging again.

That skateboard was clearly a gift from Professor Agasa, when did it become your commission...

As for Ran Mouri, she just watched the two guys in front of her trying to cover up something, but she didn't say anything.

The setting sun outside the window shines into the house, and the light gently shines on everyone's face.

Looking at Conan's happy smile because of the fish soup he made, and watching Maori Kogoro and Conan quarreling as usual...

Now, everything seems particularly peaceful and warm.

——For the current Mao Lilan, this is enough.

For Conan, the warm daily routine today also made him feel a sense of relaxation that he had not felt for a long time.

It even made him feel that he could relax a little at this moment.

Mao Lilan's care and love, Dr. Agasa's gifts and help, and even Mao Li Kogoro's daily unreliable behavior and boasting...

Conan felt a long-lost sense of security as if everything was back on track.

At that moment, he even felt as if he had turned back into the former Kudo Shinichi.

Just like any other day, as if this was just a regular after-school routine.

There's no Black Organization, and I haven't gotten smaller...

There was a voice that seemed to tell him how happy and wonderful he was now!
This hallucinatory voice told Conan that as long as he wanted, days like this could last forever.

In my mind, those eager and longing emotions for the pointer and the truth seemed to fade away all of a sudden, and those memories seemed to suddenly become a little fuzzy.

Everything that happened not long ago - the explosion, the gunfight, the confrontation with the Black Organization...

They were all isolated by a thin layer of fog, and suddenly became distant and unreal.

Even the scene of Miss Yamei falling to the ground, and the blood-stained amber pointer handed to him...

Then--

"I'll leave the truth to you, little detective."

A weak voice suddenly sounded in Conan's ears, as if coming from some distant corner.

Miss Yamei's last words were like a drop of cold rain. It was like an omen, instantly arousing a certain alertness deep in Conan's heart.

——The warm mist that had just risen in my heart immediately melted away in the cold rain curtain following that drop of rain.

Conan lowered his head quietly and continued to drink the fish soup, but this time, his satisfied expression and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Conan's eyes became sharp again, and he secretly made up his mind -

Sure enough, I still have to secretly investigate clues related to the third pointer in the next few days.

(End of this chapter)