Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 188 Lan's first date, but caught cheating
Time quickly came to the weekend that Haruhiko and Xiaolan had agreed upon.

This week has been quite uneventful.

Vermouth hadn't contacted him, which made Haruhiko secretly relieved.

Later he learned the truth of that night from Haibara Ai.

No wonder he always felt something was different at that time.

Looking back now, besides the subtle differences in the body, the expression and eyes are also too realistic.

At that time, he thought that Haibara Ai felt that her performance was not good the first time, so she went back and practiced again the story line of being coerced and then gradually sinking into depravity, so that she could perform it so vividly.

Now think about it.

It turns out that Vermouth at that time really went through a complete process.

That humiliated look, and the confusion that gradually settled in it, it turned out to be all real.

Another thing that puzzled Haruhiko was that Vermouth did not kill herself in that situation.

And according to Haibara Ai, the scary woman looked at him with a subtle look when she left.

Could it be that he has fallen in love with me?
He had no interest in that kind of mysterious and dangerous old woman.

Although she has a really good figure.

Because of the suspected unclear relationship between him and Vermouth, Haibara Ai "tortured" him a lot.

Force him to tell him whether there was any unspeakable secret between him and Vermouth.

As a result, Haruhiko now gets a headache whenever he thinks of Vermouth.

In addition, this time the two of them have completely given their bodies to each other. If Vermouth takes the initiative to surrender, he really doesn't know what attitude he should adopt to face her.

It would be best if she never contacted him again, Haruhiko prayed silently in his heart.

Besides.

There is no news from Yuya Kazami either.

Haruhiko called several times but couldn't get through. When he called again, the phone number turned out to be that of a newly opened travel agency.

This change left him a little confused.

I was clearly actively trying to get him to join the other party's organization before, why did he suddenly change so much?
Could it be that the plan has changed and his chess piece is no longer useful?
However, Haruhiko originally intended to use the other party to obtain information about the Black Organization and had no real intention of joining Amuro Toru.

Therefore, Yuya Kazami's sudden disappearance did not have much impact on him.

Saturday morning.

As soon as Haruhiko opened his eyes, he noticed that the temperature in the room had dropped significantly.

When I lower my head, I can see the white mist coming out of my nose when I breathe.

He quickly lifted the quilt and walked to the window. After pulling open the curtains, the vast white scene in front of him made his thoughts pause for a few seconds.

It actually snowed.

The vast expanse of white outside was a bit dazzling, and Haruhiko had to squint his eyes to look at the scenery outside. The roof opposite was covered with thick snow, and it seemed that it had started snowing in the middle of the night yesterday.

But wasn’t it summer a few days ago?
How come it suddenly became so fast?

Has the irregular timeline of the Conan world taken effect at this time?
Damn it! I was actually looking forward to seeing what Xiaolan would wear on our first date.

It’s impossible to wear a dress or belly-baring top in this kind of weather, right?
I guess you won’t be able to see the big white legs anymore.

If you want to see the legs, you may have to use some tricks.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air filled with the smell of winter entered his nostrils, making him feel much more energetic.

I looked at the time again and it was not long before the time I had agreed with Xiaolan.

He hurried to the bathroom.

When passing by the living room, Haruhiko saw the date on the calendar hanging on the wall and actually changed it accordingly.

12 month 25 day.

Christmas?
How do you jump directly to this time point?

It feels a bit subtle.

For some reason, several elements emerged in his mind——

The water boiled, and we went out to sea in a small boat...

You won’t be stabbed, right?

Haruhiko looked at his handsome face in the mirror, which was covered with toothpaste foam, and felt a little worried.

Just then, the cell phone on the living room table rang.

The unfamiliar ringing startled him and his toothbrush fell into the sink.

Damn it, who changed his phone ringtone to the sound of a boiling kettle?!
This is so easy to substitute, asshole!!

It must have been that guy Yuanzi who did it.

Haruhiko vaguely remembered that when he was in Izu, he told many stories to Suzuki Sonoko who couldn't sleep at night.

Among them is the plot where she kills the scumbag with a knife on Christmas, and then goes out to sea in a small boat with her lover's head.

Suzuki Sonoko listened with great interest, but Haruhiko thought she was just interested in this kind of bizarre story.

Now that I think about it, didn’t Miss Sonoko notice something at that time?
When I came to the living room, I received a text message from Xiaolan -

[I'm already out. It's cold, so wear more clothes.]

What a thoughtful girl! I hope she can be gentler when she does this...

Haruhiko was thinking wildly in his mind.

He replied that he would be there soon, then immediately went into the bathroom to quickly wash up, and then went to the closet to pick out a more appropriate winter outfit.

So even though he replied to the text message saying he would be there soon, he actually took a while to leave.

Pushing open the door of the office, a gust of wind carrying snowflakes hit his face. The snowflakes quickly melted into water droplets after touching his skin. It was cool but not particularly cold.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, and cleaners in orange work clothes were using shovels to clear the snow on the road.

Because the two houses were not far away, Haruhiko saw Ran Mouri standing near the electric pole at the intersection from a distance.

She was wearing a long woolen coat, and from the collar one could see that she was wearing a pink sweater underneath. Her hair was carefully groomed, but it was covered with a thin layer of snow.

What surprised Haruhiko the most was that Xiaolan was still wearing the same pleated skirt as usual, and her white and slender legs were exposed to the cold wind without reservation.

Haruhiko then remembered that Japanese girls also seemed to go bare-legged in winter.

"Sorry, I'm late." Haruhiko ran over and said.

Xiaolan sniffed the tip of her nose, which was red from the cold, and smiled, "I just got here too. Dad was nagging me for a long time before I came out."

Haruhiko: "The snow on your head is so thick that you're almost turning into a snowman."

After her lie was exposed, Xiaolan looked down at the tip of her shoes embarrassedly, and found that a lot of snow had accumulated on the fabric of her clothes on her chest, which showed that the girl had a magnificent figure.

Haruhiko reached out to help Xiaolan brush off the snow on her head.

Xiaolan didn't say a word throughout the whole process, but she didn't resist either.

After Haruhiko helped Xiaolan clean the snow off her head, he also wanted to help her clean the snow off her chest.

As a result, Xiaolan dodged it easily.

"Haruhiko, your thoughts are impure." Xiaolan covered her chest with her hands, and the cute deformed horns on her head began to tremble.

"No, I'm just helping you out of kindness."

A mischievous smile flashed in Xiaolan's eyes, and then she grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a snowball and threw it at him.

Haruhiko tilted his head.

A ball of snow blew past his ears, hit the wall behind him and stuck to it.

"Want to play this? I'm very good at it." Haruhiko said with a confident smile.

Not that he was bragging.

After all, there is a skill called [Throwing Mastery] written on the instruction manual of the rice cooker.

Throwing a snowball is no problem at all.

"Catch up with me first, you big pervert." Xiaolan laughed like a silver bell, turned around and ran.

Amidst the falling snow, those thin and white legs were particularly eye-catching.

The two of them chased and fought each other, attracting many curious glances from passers-by.

However, the closer they got to Kudo Shinichi's house, the less smile there was on Xiaolan's face, and her expression became more solemn.

Seeing this, Haruhiko didn't say much.

She still has to face this kind of thing on her own.

But since Xiaolan took the initiative to invite her, she must have been mentally prepared.

The Kudo family's mansion remains the same. Although it is cleaned regularly, a house that has been uninhabited for a long time looks lonely.

Xiaolan opened the door and walked in first.

She stomped her feet on the floor at the entrance, and the snow on her shoes and body fell to the ground.

Haruhiko followed closely behind.

As soon as he came in, he smelled a slight smell of mold and dust. There was a thin layer of dust on the furniture near the entrance.

It seems like Xiaolan hasn't come to help with cleaning recently.

Coming to the living room, Xiaolan put the key and a letter on the dining table.

The movements were very slow and the expressions were as solemn as when drawing fortune at a shrine.

Perhaps for her, saying goodbye to this experience is also a very important decision in her life?

"Okay, let's go back." Xiaolan put the keys and letter away, turned around and smiled brightly.

"Is that all that's needed? No need to meet in person to explain?" Haruhiko said, "If you need me to be there..."

"No need. I've already written everything I need to say in the letter." Xiaolan shook her head. "Besides, I'd be ashamed to bother you with something like this."

Haruhiko smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

The two left the Kudo residence together.

The snow was still falling outside, but it was much lighter than when she came. After Xiaolan came out of the room, she seemed to have been reborn, as if she had thrown away a heavy burden that she had been carrying for a long time.

She played hopscotch on the snowy sidewalk like a little girl.

The little boots made a relaxing sound as they stepped on the snow, the long black hair swayed in the air as she danced, and the little face, which was slightly red from the cold, was filled with a bright smile.

Haruhiko followed her slowly, walking aimlessly.

When passing through an intersection.

Xiaolan accidentally stepped on a small stone buried in the snow and slipped.

However, the Karate Queen's strength is not given for nothing. She forced her body to change its angle in the air, intending to use her hands to support the ground.

But unexpectedly, instead of touching the cold ground, my hands were held by a pair of warm hands.

Haruhiko grabbed Xiaolan's hand and helped her up, scolding her, "Slow down, what if you get hurt? Don't you have a competition later?"

"Oh." Xiaolan stood up with a slightly red face.

The two continued walking along the sidewalk, but their hands were never loosened.

Because today is Christmas, Haruhiko suggested going to a high-end restaurant to have a good meal and celebrate this special day.

But Xiaolan disagreed, she wanted to eat hot pot at home.

The two of them stood on the side of the road and had a heated discussion about this issue.

"That kind of place is too expensive, and there's not necessarily much food to eat. I still prefer the atmosphere of eating hot pot at home." Xiaolan said, pulling Haruhiko's arm. The shape of her body would occasionally rub against Haruhiko, but she couldn't feel it clearly because she was wearing a windbreaker.

"It's okay, and today is Christmas," Haruhiko said.

"That can't be such a waste. Besides, hasn't your family's business been doing badly..." Xiaolan said in a low voice, as if she was a little worried that saying this would hurt his self-esteem.

What a gentle girl! Haruhiko gently kneaded her delicate and soft little hands.

"I still want to eat at home, okay?" Seeing that Haruhiko remained silent, Xiaolan shook his arm and started to act coquettishly.

Haruhiko had only seen her do this to Sonoko and Kisaki Eri before. At that time, he was a little envious and thought that Conan was very lucky to meet such a good girl.

I didn't expect that I would experience this wonderful taste myself not long after.

In addition, Haruhiko also keenly noticed a hint of uneasiness hidden in Xiaolan's eyes.

At this time, Xiaolan seemed to be very insecure, a bit like the period before the karate competition.

An idea suddenly flashed through Haruhiko's mind.

Could it be that Xiaolan regarded him as a spiritual pillar? Although Haruhiko had sensed this tendency during the previous karate competition, Xiaolan must have been very resistant at the time.

But after officially saying goodbye to Kudo Shinichi today, the situation seems to have changed.

Because of family reasons, Xiaolan started doing housework at a very early age. Also, because her parents have been separated, perhaps for her, being able to do things like washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning the room for the person she loves makes her feel more secure than going to high-end restaurants.

Thinking of this possibility, Haruhiko held her little hand tightly and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go home and eat."

Xiaolan's pupils contracted, and she was obviously relieved.

This reaction further confirmed Haruhiko's guess.

"Well, let's go to the mall first and buy some food. There seems to be a free shuttle bus for the mall nearby, so we can save money on taking the subway." Xiaolan has already started to play the role of a wife.
"Wait a moment."

Xiaolan looked back at her, her eyes a little confused.

Haruhiko took the key to the office door from his pocket and placed it in Xiaolan's hand: "I may have to trouble you in the days to come, Ran."

Xiaolan obviously didn't expect him to be so direct and actually say lines that sounded like a proposal. She seemed a little at a loss for a moment.

"Really? How can you ask someone for help like this? I'm not your nanny." Xiaolan complained, but held the key in her hand carefully, as if it were a very important treasure.

"Of course I won't let you help me for free." Haruhiko said with a smile, "I will pay you."

"What reward? Are they the unsellable amulets in your home?" Xiaolan said with a smile.

Haruhiko gently pinched her delicate chin.

Xiaolan said in a panic: "What are you doing? This is on the street, don't do anything rash."

"Of course it's as payment for helping with the cleaning." Haruhiko said, lowering his head.

The tip of his nose touched Xiaolan's nose.

Xiaolan's cherry lips are soft.

Very sweet, with a hint of panic and excitement.

It was obvious that Xiaolan's body stiffened for a moment, as if she was instinctively resisting this behavior.

But this resistance only lasted for a moment.

soon.

Xiaolan put her arms around his neck and offered her small, smooth tongue.

The two of them hugged each other near the Maori Detective Agency.

-

When I returned to the office carrying a plastic bag full of food, it was almost noon.

There isn’t much preparation required for hot pot, and Xiaolan took care of all the work by herself.

Haruhiko sat leisurely on the sofa drinking tea.

"By the way, today is Christmas. Do you want to call Yuanzi over to join in the fun?" Xiaolan said while washing vegetables in the kitchen.

"Isn't this not good?"

"Huh? Why not?" Xiaolan turned around, her big watery eyes full of confusion.

Haruhiko put down the teacup and walked over to hug her from behind. Xiaolan just struggled slightly and let him do whatever he wanted.

"I think...it's better to proceed step by step with this kind of thing. If it's so intense right from the start, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it." Haruhiko said gently in her ear.

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment.

Then her face turned visibly red: "What weird things are you thinking about? How, how can we be together?!"

"Eh? Isn't that what you meant?"

"Of course not, what weird things are you thinking about?!"

Haruhiko scratched his head: "But weren't we together last time?"

"I was drunk that time," Xiaolan said with a straight face. "Also, don't think you can just do that last time... I'm not that kind of person."

"Which one?"

"That's the one."

"Is this it?" Haruhiko gently felt Xiaolan's shape through her sweater.

"Hmm~"

Xiaolan's body went limp and she could no longer hold the cabbage in her hand.

The cabbage fell into the salad bowl, splashing the salad dressing everywhere, and a lot of it got on Xiaolan's nose tip, eyelashes and hair.

This scene reminded Haruhiko of the beauty of that night.

Plus, I could feel her shape even through her sweater, and she had a sweet scent on her body.

Haruhiko couldn't help but breathe faster. He gently helped Xiaolan clean the salad dressing off her face.

With a kiss, of course.

I don’t know if it’s because the salad dressing is so delicious, or because the girl’s delicate and soft skin is too sweet.

Haruhiko gradually found that he could no longer control himself.

Xiaolan had already lost her ability to resist when the other party felt the shape of the sweater for the first time.

So, it took almost half an hour to wash the vegetables.

This was because Haruhiko was too impatient and accidentally broke the taboo, and was kicked out of the kitchen by the angry Xiaolan.

If I proceed step by step, I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy the hot pot until dark.

The dining table in the living room was filled with various meats, vegetables and mushrooms, with a bubbling pot in the middle.

Haruhiko and Xiaolan sat opposite each other.

Because neither of them had eaten much in the morning, they ate very quickly at the beginning and soon couldn't eat anymore.

"How about a drink?" Haruhiko suggested.

Xiaolan immediately became alert.

The last time she drank alcohol, she got into such a big trouble that it even directly changed the trajectory of her life. Now she hates alcohol.

Naturally, she immediately and sternly rejected this request, as it could lead to something terrible.

But Xiaolan's soft nature could not resist Haruhiko's persuasion. After several rounds of coaxing and nagging, she finally reluctantly agreed to drink only a little.

Haruhiko helped her fill her beer.

Xiaolan picked up the wine glass and looked at the light yellow liquid with fine bubbles.

It's just beer, so it shouldn't be a problem, right? She consoled herself with this thought.

After a few drinks, Xiaolan's face gradually turned red.

Under the influence of alcohol, Haruhiko's actions became more and more bold.

After dinner, Haruhiko helped Xiaolan clean up the mess on the table.

When everything was cleaned up, the two sat on the sofa staring at each other. For a moment, they didn't know what to do and even spoke haltingly.

In this situation, normally you should just take a shower and go to bed, right?

But looking at Xiaolan's expression, it seems that she is not yet able to accept that kind of thing.

Haruhiko thought for a moment and suggested, "Let's play a game. Sonoko just bought a new game console and left it at my house."

"Okay, okay." Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.

Haruhiko found the game console, connected it to the TV, and handed the game controller to Xiaolan.

The gaming industry in this time and space seemed to be at the same level as it was around the year 2000. The game console that Sonoko bought was said to be the latest model, but the games in it were all similar games that Haruhiko had long been tired of playing.

But it is enough to deal with the current situation.

Xiaolan curled up her legs, put her little feet in white socks on the edge of the sofa, and looked at the TV screen intently.

Seeing this, Haruhiko also turned his attention to the game.

But Xiaolan's gaming talent was really poor. Several times, she failed to defeat the boss at the end of the level because of her operational errors.

Haruhiko complained, "You're so stupid, Ran."

Xiaolan was a little embarrassed: "What can I do? That boss is so powerful..."

"Let me teach you how to play myself." Haruhiko shook the game controller in his hand.

Xiaolan bit her lip lightly and hesitated for a moment.

Then she moved her body and took the initiative to sit on his lap.

Although Haruhiko was teaching her how to play games very seriously, Ran Mouri was also studying very seriously.

But such close contact inevitably causes skin collision. Xiaolan's soft hair brushes across his cheek from time to time, sending the sweet smell of shampoo into his nostrils.

Although the delicate and plump thighs are separated by two layers of cloth, one can still feel the incomparable elastic touch.

"Yeah! I finally won!"

When the game was completed, Xiaolan raised her hands and cheered.

This posture also perfectly presents her shape wrapped in the sweater in front of Haruhiko.

The posture of raising arms lifts the sweater, revealing a white and cute belly.

Haruhiko couldn't hold it in any longer and threw away the game controller.

I buried my face in it naturally.

Xiaolan cried out softly, and the game controller in her hand fell on Haruhiko's back.

But this time she did not refuse, but took the initiative to put her small feet in white socks on the other's waist.

-

The TV screen was also playing the game settlement scene, dynamic music was playing in a continuous loop, and occasionally characters would speak inviting players to insert coins.

However, since I only defeated the boss of the first level, the points given were not high.

The score he and Xiaolan scored together was only at the bottom, not as high as the score he and Sonoko had scored together before.

On the sofa in the living room, the settlement screen of another game was displayed.

Xiaolan snuggled in Haruhiko's arms, her fine eyelashes trembling slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The purple sweater was thrown on the floor at some point, and the pleated skirt and underwear were casually draped over the back of the chair.

But the white socks on her feet were not taken off.

That was the only piece of clothing she was wearing at the time, but it also suffered a devastating disaster.

Soggy, as if it had been soaked in salad dressing.

It stands to reason that the feeling of wearing wet clothes should be very uncomfortable.

But Xiaolan felt very safe.

She even moved her toes to fully feel the warm, jelly-like touch.

It was warm and full of Haruhiko's love.

Just like in the stomach.

Xiaolan lay on the sofa, drawing circles on Haruhiko with her slender fingers, and whispered softly, "You stained my socks. How am I going to get home later?"

Haruhiko ruffled her soft hair and said in surprise, "So it's the socks you're concerned about? I thought it was the belly."

Xiaolan hit him with her little fist: "Asshole, I haven't even talked about that yet, what if something goes wrong?"

"I'll take responsibility." Haruhiko said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan's eyes suddenly became blurred.

The Second World War was about to begin.

Just then - there was the sound of the door on the first floor being unlocked and the sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

"You didn't lock the door?" Xiaolan was startled and sat up with her arms around her shoulders.

“I locked it.”

Both of them subconsciously looked towards the stairs.

"Ran, Haruhiko, are you two at home? You actually spent Christmas secretly without telling me, that's so hateful!!" Suzuki Sonoko's voice came from the first floor.

Soon, she started walking up the stairs.

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