Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 753 Conan is such a headache, we need to pay more!

"Father! Father! Something terrible has happened!"

Xia Chuan had just turned off the TV and was about to search online for a suitable time and place to propose when he was annoyed by Anya's loud and boisterous voice.

Anya, like a whistling wind, didn't slow down at all, leaving a blur as she slipped into Xia Chuan's arms.

"what happened?"

Stroking her soft, smooth pink hair, Xia Chuan smiled and pointed at her phone: "Look, this music academy in Nishitama City seems pretty good. Wouldn't it be romantic to propose to your Aunt Joel there?"

"Oh? My father is proposing marriage!"

Anya's head buzzed. She was about to take a closer look when she remembered her main purpose for coming down here.

Although the marriage proposals from my father and Aunt Joel were also important, they were not the main issue at the moment.

"Father, something terrible has just happened! I've just seen something horrible!"

"what?"

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow. Anya's lively personality meant that even her interest in proposing marriage was suppressed, which proved that there was something else that interested her more.

"I saw Vermouth!"

"Ok?"

Xia Chuan craned his neck to look out the French windows. The courtyard was quiet. Bond was lying on the wall sunbathing, and no one was eavesdropping on the wall.

"What did you say?"

Anya repeated the sentence.

Xia Chuan tapped his fingers on his thigh, thought for a moment, and shook his head, saying, "You shouldn't get involved in this matter. Don't go looking for trouble, otherwise even if Anya helps, Father will still be unhappy!"

Xia Chuan hasn't yet come up with a suitable way to deal with Vermouth. Now that he knows about her situation, he should be careful and wait for an opportunity.

“No!” Anya shook her head frantically, realizing that Xia Chuan had misunderstood, and quickly explained, “Vermouth is disguised as Conan’s mother, that fat auntie, the one named Edogawa Fumiyo.”

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Fumiyo Edogawa!?

Anya didn't mention it; he had almost forgotten about it.

However, Vermouth is quite cunning, as she actually came up with this method.

"And then?" Xia Chuan immediately sat up, becoming interested.

One can guess Vermouth's purpose in impersonating Fumiyo Edogawa: on one hand, she might want to protect Conan's safety at this time, and on the other hand, she might want to monitor him.

That's a beautiful idea.

In Vermouth's eyes, Natsukawa was completely unaware of Edogawa Fumiyo's identity, and it was impossible for her to be discovered.

She understands Yukiko Kudo's personality very well and isn't worried about being discovered by Conan, thus completing a virtuous cycle, killing two birds with one stone.

Unfortunately, she never expected that Anya, this human-shaped cheat code, would appear. Anya saw right through her the moment she showed up.

Otherwise, even if Natsukawa met her, he would only think that it was Yukiko Kudo in disguise, not Vermouth.

Poor Conan, he was still calling for his mother at this moment.

"Conan, what are you doing on the main road? You won't even have time to escape when cars come by!"

With her father by her side, Anya spoke more boldly. When Natsukawa wasn't around, she had almost shrunk into the covers when she learned that Edogawa Fumiyo was actually Vermouth.

The mother and child, who are vastly different in size, are seen together.

"Oh my, it's Mr. Natsukawa. Conan is really a lot of trouble for you to take care of. This little guy has been very naughty."

"Please, I'm not a child."

"Eh!"

A gasp came from the other window. Ran leaned out, her slender arm bracing against the windowsill, and exclaimed in surprise, "Conan's mom, what brings you here!"

She waved happily, her heart filled with so much to say to the other person—no, so much to complain about.

Although I'm very reluctant to part with him, I think I should take Conan back with me. If he stays at home any longer, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause.

Especially yesterday, when she learned that Conan had actually defused a bomb himself, and even did so at the last minute, she was almost scared to death.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood; it's best to just ignore someone like Conan.

"I happen to have something to tell you."

Seeing Xiaolan's eyes, how could the male protagonist, her childhood sweetheart, not understand the meaning behind those eyes?

Conan quickly gave his mother a meaningful look, "You should know what I'm going to say later, right?"

Vermouth lowered her head and gave a "Don't worry" smile, then said with a smile, "Oh, it's Xiaolan. Just call me 'sister' or 'auntie,' no need to be so polite."

Despite the huge difference in their body types, Ran always felt that the other person had a strong resemblance to Yukiko. Could it be because Conan knows Shinichi, so the parents are also good friends?

Pushing open the door of the Mori office, one's eyes are immediately drawn to Fumiyo Edogawa.

Xia Chuan nodded slightly, patted Anya's pink hair next to him, indicating that she could move around freely.

"Oh"

Anya was still a little timid, but clearly not as scared as she had been at first, and walked openly into the kitchen to ask for cocoa.

"Ms. Fumiyo Edogawa, it's been a long time." "Yes, it's been a long time."

Vermouth didn't actually know whether Natsukawa and Yukiko Kudo knew each other, but considering that Natsukawa already knew Conan's identity, she probably also knew that Fumiyo Edogawa was played by Yukiko Kudo.

"I'm sorry, Dad hasn't come home yet today because of the case."

Has another case occurred?

Natsukawa raised an eyebrow and looked towards the kitchen. Conan was clearly home, so how could there be a case? That's strange.

"Yes, Dad said it was an arson case, but it wasn't a commissioned case. Apparently, Dad used to train in the arson investigation team of the First Investigation Division, so he was interested in this kind of thing and went."

"Was it a request from a friend in the Metropolitan Police Department?" Vermouth asked.

"No, it's just that he suddenly became interested." Xiaolan looked relieved. "But that's good too, at least it's more respectable than drinking at home every day."

Ha ha.

Maybe that's just an excuse for Uncle Kogoro; he's actually hiding in some izakaya right now, raising a glass to the heavens with the proprietress.

Conan knows the famous detective better than anyone. Ran would scold him for drinking at home every day, so that's probably why Uncle Kogoro goes out.

In an izakaya (Japanese pub), Kogoro Mouri, dressed in a sharp suit and tie, holds a wine glass in his hand, his expression meticulous as he examines the color of the red wine.

He studied under Sawaki Kohei and has a certain understanding of red wine.

He gently brought his nose close to the wine, completing the final step of the tasting process, but then downed the wine without any gentlemanly manners, as if someone were trying to steal it from him—a behavior completely at odds with his previous gentlemanly conduct.

Actually, this wasn't Kogoro Mouri's first drink; he had just had sake and white wine, so this was his third.

When the red wine entered my stomach, it took effect along with the other two types of wine I had been drinking. The combination of these different types of wine produced a strange reaction.

The detective's cheeks flushed instantly, and his eyes became glazed over in the next moment.

"Awesome!~"

A still-attractive woman in a kimono walked gracefully to his side, set down another bottle of sake, covered her mouth and chuckled: "I'm glad Mr. Mori likes it. Here's another bottle of our homemade sake to savor."

Slender fingers touched Kogoro Mouri's palm, and the drunken detective, without any hesitation, picked up the other's palm and examined it carefully.

"Haha, boss lady, your hands are so white and without any wrinkles. The last time I saw hands like that was on a nineteen-year-old songstress."

"Mr. Mori, you're too kind. Please drink. If you're still hungry, I have more. Even if we need to understand the fire that just happened, we should drink to our hearts' content first."

"The landlady is right, hahaha!"

Maori Detective Agency.

Xiao Lan deftly placed the tea on the table, sat down properly, and chatted with the others while taking care of Anya.

It's hard to believe that such a sensible girl is only seventeen years old and still in high school.

She cooks for her father, takes care of Conan, manages the family finances, and also goes to school.
Vermouth felt heartbroken just thinking about it, and even had the idea of ​​killing Kogoro Mouri and taking his place.

"How terrifying!"

"What's so scary?" Xiaolan asked curiously as she turned around.

Anya shook her head vigorously: "No, Anya just suddenly remembered the dream she had yesterday."

"Ms. Fumiyo, is your return due to recent events?" Natsukawa asked.

"Yeah, Conan is such a worry. Defusing a bomb is one thing, but then he had to keep the countdown down! Do you know how dangerous that is?!"

"Duang"

A large bump appeared on Conan's head.

This was something Conan hadn't expected at all. After regaining his senses, he seriously suspected that his mother was using this opportunity to give him a dressing down.

We were just talking about why we didn't hurry up and win Xiaolan over when we went upstairs.

Look at him now, all skinny and weak. He can only make a living by looking at women.

His current thinking is somewhat like the kind of mentality where he doesn't need to take responsibility but can get something for free.

"Hey, even though Conan is naughty, Aunt Fumiyo doesn't have to do this. Just a word is enough."

Ran gently stroked Conan's head.

Conan is pitiful; his father beats him, and Aunt Fumiyo beats him too. But how does he maintain his intelligence?

Does hitting someone on the head a few times increase intelligence?

Should we suggest it to Xia Chuan-ge?
"Ran, besides teaching Conan a lesson this time, I also came back to see her while I had some free time, and to give her my living expenses."

"Huh? But Aunt Fumiyo only started giving me living expenses not long ago, right? I think it was last week."

"Hmm, I've been thinking about it, and the allowance is still too little. Conan is such a headache, I need to give him more money!"

Fumiyo Edogawa spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for argument, as if she weren't the one who paid for it.

Oh ho, here to deliver money?

Xia Chuan found it amusing. Did he think Xiao Lan was having a hard time and was going to give her some financial support?
Actually, there's no need for that. Girls who smile a lot are usually lucky, and Xiaolan is even more fortunate. She can just draw a lottery for whatever she wants.

He certainly wouldn't say that out loud. There's no reason to refuse money. Even though it wasn't for him, the thought that it might be Gin's wallet that was bleeding money made him happy.

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