Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 183: A fierce pursuit of Xiaolan

After Shirley "left" that night, Haibara Ai was tormented badly by Haruhiko.

Although her physical condition makes it impossible to use many tactical techniques and playing styles.

However, Kousaka Haruhiko, who was aroused, still bullied Haibara Ai severely without violating any rules.

In the end, if it wasn’t for Haibara Ai holding his arm and begging for mercy.

Haruhiko would definitely let her see the morning sun.

However, the consequence of doing this is that Haibara Ai has been using the excuse of making the antidote these days and hiding in the laboratory and not meeting him.

Therefore, Haruhiko has placed his main strategic focus on Ran Mouri in the past few days.

He had figured it out these days. Even if they got together accidentally while drunk, even if the feelings between them were not that strong.

But since this has already happened, we must take the corresponding responsibility.

In this regard, Haruhiko has a strong sense of responsibility.

What's more, Xiaolan's defenseless body that morning was deeply imprinted in his mind.

He couldn't imagine Xiaolan being pinned down by Kudo Shinichi again.

After that night, there was only one person in the world who could drive this adorable unicorn.

There was only him, Haruhiko Kousaka.

And a kind girl like Lan is very attractive to any man.

What's more, although Suzuki Sonoko didn't meet him these days, she had more or less hinted to him on the phone.

Sonoko's original words were: "If you can't get Xiaolan's forgiveness, don't come to me."

Haruhiko went back and thought about it carefully. If he wanted to be forgiven for this kind of thing, it seemed that the only way was to turn Xiaolan into his wings.

But why would Yuanzi do this?

Could it be that she felt the pressure from Mai Miyano, Miwako Sato and Ai Haibara, and wanted to find a helper for herself?

Haruhiko was a little confused about what this young lady was thinking.

However, with Sonoko's permission and help, Kousaka Haruhiko's offensive gradually became sharper.

Perhaps women will look at men with whom they have had intimate contact differently.

Not to mention the person who took away your precious first time.

Moreover, Xiaolan had an unclear sense of dependence on Haruhiko before, and the fact that she won the karate tournament fully demonstrated this.

Under Haruhiko's overwhelming offensive these days, Xiaolan's means of resistance have become increasingly weak.

The opportunity came at noon one day.

Haruhiko placed the red bean-filled bread and the thermos of coffee he bought from the shopping street on Xiaolan's desk.

He has done this kind of thing a lot in recent days.

Because he found that Xiaolan had not made her own lunch since that day, and had always eaten lunch in the cafeteria or simply not eaten at all.

So Haruhiko took the food that Xiaolan liked, which he learned from Sonoko, and sent it to her desk in different ways every day.

But every time she returned it intact.

But at noon that day, when Haruhiko returned to the classroom, he found that the situation had changed.

Haruhiko walked into the classroom. Since it was lunch break, there were less than ten people in the classroom.

Xiaolan was sitting by the window gazing at the azure sky, her hands, like freshly peeled bamboo shoots, resting on her chin. The gentle afternoon breeze blew in from the window, caressing her hair.

There was no expression on her face, and a hint of confusion occasionally flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Move your eyes downward.

Xiaolan's beautiful figure wrapped in a white shirt was pressed against the edge of the desk.

The slender legs in black stockings were crossed under the desk, and the small piece of white soft flesh between the pleated skirt and the stockings was squeezed into an attractive shape.

The beautiful scene before my eyes is very similar to the scene when the heroine of an anime appears.

Even though he had already tasted it vaguely, Haruhiko still couldn't help but be stunned for a second.

"Kousaka-kun, are you going to the Kendo Club to practice today?" At this time, a classmate suddenly spoke to him.

"Yes."

"You've been working so hard. Are you planning on placing in the national competition?"

"I will try my best."

As soon as Haruhiko walked into the classroom, familiar classmates immediately started talking to him, and many people subconsciously looked up at him.

But Xiaolan never looked back at him from beginning to end.

Haruhiko returned to his seat and was surprised to find that the only thing that was "returned" today was a thermos cup, and the red bean bun was not returned with it.

Surprised, he looked at a small piece of paper pressed under the thermos.

Haruhiko carefully pulled out the note and opened it. On it was a line of beautiful small handwriting:

"The coffee is too sweet. I'm not used to it."

Haruhiko shook the thermos in his hand and found that it was empty.

He couldn't help but let a smile appear on his face.

All these days of hard work finally paid off, although it was just a note and the words were very restrained.

But this was the first time that Xiaolan responded to his attack, which also meant that her closed heart was gradually opening up.

"Kousaka-kun, why are you laughing suddenly?" a passing classmate asked curiously.

"Ah... nothing, I just suddenly thought of something very happy."

"It's something interesting... can you share it with me? It will help me feel better after being scolded by the teacher."

Haruhiko shook his head: "No, that's the happiness my angel brings me, I can't share it with others."

"Angel?" The classmate walked away with a confused look.

When Haruhiko looked at Xiaolan behind him again, he found that she was lying on the desk with her face buried deeply in her arms.

The lovely horns on her head were blown by the breeze and swayed gently.

...

the next morning.

Haruhiko had been waiting for Ran on her way to school, waiting for her to go to school together. However, after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see Ran.

Did he change his route to school to avoid me?
But didn’t she eat the red bean bread I gave her yesterday?
Just as I was wondering, the crisp sound of heels hitting the ground came from far away.

He looked up and saw Xiaolan, wearing a suit and school uniform, running towards him hurriedly. Under her pleated skirt were her slender and powerful legs wrapped in stockings, and her brown leather shoes stepped lightly on the cobblestone road.

Because of the fast speed, the long black hair was blown to the back of the head, and the horns on the head were blown flat.

It turns out that I got up late.

After seeing Haruhiko, Xiaolan immediately slowed down her pace and secretly used her white fingers to smooth down her long black hair that was messed up by the wind.

But when she walked in front of Haruhiko, she pretended not to see him as before.

Haruhiko didn't care and walked towards school along the sidewalk with Xiaolan.

Although Xiaolan never spoke to him, the act of two people going to school together was something that only lovers or childhood sweethearts could enjoy.

Many male classmates around looked at Haruhiko with envy.

When I was almost at the school gate, I saw a third-year senior waiting on the street and confessing his love to a junior. The subsequent developments were also jaw-dropping.

The senior student was so angry and embarrassed after being rejected that he even wanted to hold the other person's hand.

Seeing this, Xiaolan's expression turned cold, and she planned to go up and punish the evil and promote the good.

But what was unexpected was that the junior girl used karate moves and knocked the senior boy to the ground in just a few moves.

Haruhiko watched the boy fall to the ground with his hands covering his nose in pain, and wondered if all girls these days were this fierce. It felt like those few moves were a bit like Xiaolan's.

But looking at it this way, he gave the position of leader of the karate club to that girl, and he was still able to go to school with her.

In comparison, Haruhiko felt that Xiaolan was as kind as an angel.

"I remember now, that girl seemed to be a junior in the karate club. What was her name..." Xiaolan said suddenly realizing.

Haruhiko: "What a powerful girl! I felt like she looked a bit like you when she attacked."

"No, I think it's still too gentle. If it were me, it would definitely be more than this." Xiaolan said lightly.

Haruhiko wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but immediately realized that Xiaolan had actually taken the initiative to talk to him.

"I guess no one would dare to take the initiative to hold your hand, right?" Haruhiko smiled.

The two of them just chatted about each other.

When Xiaolan saw senior student Kazumi Tsukamoto checking her skirt size at the school gate, she suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Haruhiko took a look at her skirt and it didn't seem too short. Although a strip of snow-white skin was exposed between the pleated skirt and the black stockings, the width and size seemed to be much more conservative than before.

Xiaolan put her hands on the hem of her skirt and said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah? I thought you secretly shortened your skirt again." Haruhiko said innocently.

Xiaolan bit her lower lip lightly, hesitated for a moment, and took out an exquisite lunch box from her schoolbag and brought it to him: "I originally made it for my father who was on a business trip, but he suddenly changed his plans, so just consider it as a thank you for yesterday."

Haruhiko's eyes fell on her fair and delicate little hands with neatly trimmed nails. The whitened joints due to excessive force fully demonstrated that Xiaolan's heart was far less calm than her appearance.

"Thank you."

Haruhiko took the lunch box and put it away carefully.

Xiaolan walked forward without looking back.

Haruhiko hesitated for a moment, then ran over and whispered in her ear, "Um...how about we eat lunch together? How about on the school rooftop?"

Xiaolan turned around and looked at him with disbelief, and there was a hint of obvious panic in her beautiful eyes.

"Well...it's actually fine in the classroom," Haruhiko suggested.

Xiaolan raised her foot and kicked Haruhiko's calf hard with her little leather shoe, then turned and left.

The soft black hair gently whipped the tip of his nose as she turned around, and the pleasant scent of shampoo immediately filled his nasal cavity.

Haruhiko looked at Xiaolan's slightly red neck and ears when she greeted Tsukamoto-senpai.

Well, it seems that we are not yet at the stage where we can have dinner together.

However, Xiaolan has already taken the initiative to make a lunch box for herself. As long as she keeps working hard, the day when she can sit on her lap and feed her on the school rooftop will probably not be far away.

At this moment, Suzuki Sonoko's smiling face suddenly appeared in Haruhiko's mind.

He pondered for a moment.

Well... I'll let Sonoko sit on the other leg when the time comes. Sonoko shouldn't be a picky eater, right?
...

Although when Xiaolan took back her lunch box, she righteously told Haruhiko not to make coffee for her anymore.

But Haruhiko still enjoys it and puts the thermos on Xiaolan's desk every day.

Mao Lilan, who had already had physical contact with him, obviously didn't know how to deal with this kind of attack from him.

So Xiaolan made lunch boxes for Haruhiko every day as a reward for making coffee for him.

After a few interactions, the relationship between the two seemed to have returned to the level of ordinary friends.

Later, Suzuki Sonoko also joined in, causing Xiaolan to have to make three lunch boxes every day, which was very hard.

Although the three of them sat at the same table when eating, it was far from the point where Sonoko and Xiaolan had to sit on their laps to feed them.

But after such a serious incident, it is actually not easy to keep the two sisters together.

Unfortunately, this peaceful life did not last long.

That afternoon, Haruhiko had just come out of the Kendo Club and was about to go home.

Miwako Sato suddenly called and said that she had discovered a suspicious den, which might be related to the "Angel Suicide Case" she had been investigating.

Haruhiko thought about it and felt that this matter might be related to the Black Organization, so it was worth paying attention to.

So he immediately went to the address provided by Sato Miwako.

This is an old building in a remote location. The guards at the door seem to be lax, but if you look closely, you will find that the eyes of every office worker entering and leaving the building are sharp, which is inconsistent with their status.

Miwako Sato's car was parked far away from the building, probably because she was worried about being discovered by the other party.

Haruhiko got in the passenger seat.

"Are you alone? Where are the people from the Metropolitan Police Department?" Haruhiko asked puzzledly.

"No one has approved it because of the higher-ups." Miwako shook her head. She was wearing out-of-season clothes and sunglasses.

"So you're going to take me for forced labor?" Haruhiko said with an unhappy look on his face. "I won't do such a thing. I won't do anything that doesn't benefit me."

"The benefits will come naturally after it's over." Miwako assured him while patting her chest while adjusting the disguise on her face.

Haruhiko glanced at his chest and thought that this assurance was something he could still look forward to.

Miwako helped Haruhiko disguise himself in the car again, and then the two got out of the car together and walked towards the building according to the plan they had just made.

...

At the same time, in the hotel room opposite the inconspicuous building, Vermouth was observing Haruhiko and the others' every move through a telescope while talking to Bourbon on the other end of the phone.

"Huh? You said Gin seems to be back?"

Bourbon: "Well, it seems the boss has given him a new mission, but I don't know if it's related to the 'Butterfly Project'."

"You're a troublesome person. I prefer to work with people like you." Vermouth said in a lazy voice.

"Is this a compliment? If Calvados hears it, he won't come to trouble me, right?" Bourbon said with a smile.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble yet?"

"You're as sharp-tongued as ever," Bourbon said. "By the way, I've gotten some clues about the matter you asked me to investigate..."

The two chatted for a while, and then Vermouth hung up the phone.

She rubbed the call button on her phone with her fingertips, but the smile on her face was cold. "Bourbon, do you think I don't know your little tricks? You're using the organization's bad reputation to do something even more evil than the organization's Butterfly Project...

Although your desire to protect this country is noble, your means are extremely despicable.

And whoever interferes with my recovery will suffer the same fate, no matter who it is."

Vermouth walked to the bed and took out a white coat and brown wig from a travel bag.

She walked barefoot to the window, looked at Haruhiko's disappearing figure, and whispered softly, "It's been a long time since we last met, little brother Haruhiko. Although I've enjoyed spending time with you recently, it's time to settle the grudge between us."

Click. It was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

"I hope you can live to see that time," she added.

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