He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

I think you can have a clearer understanding of this from an outsider's perspective.

"I understand, thank you for your kindness, Mizuki-kun."

Xiaolan smiled gently: "There's one more thing. Because I mentioned Dad, Mom wasn't in a good mood at noon and didn't ask about Shuiyue-kun. But I mentioned it to Dad. I wonder if they'll talk about it during their conversation."

"Haha, are you playing with Easter eggs here?"

"A certain amount can also be used as a criterion. Remember not to greet them first, Mizuki-kun. That's all, I'm going to store my phone before entering."

"Keep a calm mind, Xiaolan, victory will be a piece of cake for you."

"OK, let's wait and see."

The phone hangs up.

Hotaru turned to Sonoko: "When is the joint social event with Beika High School?"

"Of course we should go tonight. If we wait too long, the enthusiasm will dissipate. Everyone should take leave tomorrow, and we can do it the day after tomorrow too." Sonoko couldn't help but complain. "I think this schedule is unreasonable. It should be moved forward two days, so that it ends right on the weekend."

"With matches during the week, there are fewer spectators, and most of the people at the venue are students and their parents."

Ying Sheng looked towards the entrance and saw a familiar figure walking in. The figure looked up and saw Ying Sheng, and was slightly surprised, but immediately regained his usual elegance and composure, nodding to him from afar.

Ying Sheng nodded in response, then turned to look at the arena: "Xiao Lan's mother is here, remember not to greet her."

Sonoko glanced over there, then turned back and said, "Aunt Eri is really beautiful and very capable in her profession. Uncle Mori is completely unworthy of her."

"Tsk, why are you saying that too?"

"I've always had this idea, and I listened to your phone call yesterday the whole time, so what happened afterward?"

"Who knows, we'll see what happens next, Mr. Mori, it's a matter of life and death."

In the next row of the audience, Eri Kisaki was walking steadily toward Kogoro Mouri at the end of the aisle.

Today she will confront her feelings and marriage.

Overtime QAQ

Chapter 273 The shackles of Eri Kisaki's marriage were broken!

The match hadn't started yet, but the stands were already buzzing with noise.

Kogoro Mouri sat in a corner by the railing, his right leg wrapped in a thick cast, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, his knuckles slightly white.

Normally, it would just be a meeting with his estranged wife; he wouldn't be so nervous.

But when he saw Eri Kisaki walking towards him in the corridor, her expression calm and her pace unhurried, he inexplicably felt a sense of unease.

It seemed as if something was about to happen.

The purple women's suit, the half-rimmed glasses... No, no, no, Kogoro Mouri didn't actually notice any of that. He just felt something else more abstract more clearly, like aura, like vitality.

He hadn't seen her for a very, very long time. If he had to pick the clearest impression he had of her, it would definitely be from ten years ago when they lived together.

Compared to that time, no matter how you look at it, Eri Kisaki has become much more dazzling.

The passage of time has not diminished its luster; on the contrary, it has cultivated a unique charm.

Kogoro Mouri vaguely recalled that back in his student days, it seemed that it was this charm that deeply attracted him, making him determined to spend his life with her.

And then...

How did things suddenly change?

Now this charm has reappeared in Eri Kisaki, in his wife, and has become even more vibrant and radiant.

He should have been happy.

but……

"Kogoro, it's been a long time. We should have a good talk."

When Eri Kisaki finally walked to his side, nodded calmly to him, and said those words, Kogoro Mouri's heart suddenly plummeted to the bottom!

For a moment, it seemed like he wanted to roar.

What to talk about?

What's there to talk about?

Did he do something wrong?

Wasn't it you who left the family without permission?!

However, the experiences of the past few days had left a deep impression on his mind. Under Eri's calm gaze, the anger that had suddenly risen in his heart due to the blow to his self-esteem was quickly extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

If a man has fallen so low that even his wife and daughters are completely disappointed in him, and even his friends are heartbroken for him and don't know how to save him.

Even if he's a hopeless scoundrel, he couldn't possibly remain completely unmoved.

Countless fragments flashed through Kogoro Mouri's mind. The ones from ten years ago were still relatively clear, but the past ten years seemed to have passed in a daze.

The laughter and excitement of the past, the confusion and bewilderment of the past ten years, and the self-blame and helplessness of the present.

A mix of complex emotions welled up inside him, his Adam's apple bobbed, and finally he uttered a single sentence in a low voice:

"sorry."

In the noisy arena, the voice was faint and powerless.

Kogoro Mori hung his head dejectedly, and seeing him like this, Eri Kisaki's calm eyes trembled slightly.

She must be feeling very conflicted right now.

But thinking about my life all along, the changes in my daughter, and the encouragement from others...

Eri Kisaki tightened her grip on her phone slightly with her right hand, but her gaze returned to calm.

She sat in the chair next to Kogoro Mouri, watching the game.

There, today's contestants are entering the venue one by one, organized by school and arranged in square formations. However, most of them are just there for the atmosphere. After greeting each other, they leave in order. Only eight people remain in place, like rocks left to be washed by the waves, without moving an inch.

The venue gradually fell silent.

But only for a moment, an even louder cheer erupted like a tsunami.

"Xiao Lan! Victory is certain!!!"

This is the loudest sound.

"Yuna! Go for it!!!"

This is the second largest.

On the field, Ran stood on the far right of the first row. Eri saw her and noticed Eri's gaze. Ran looked up slightly, smiled and nodded, then returned to her seat and listened quietly to the competition committee's speech on the platform.

Eri Kisaki smiled gently: "You saw it."

Kogoro Mouri felt a dryness in his throat and after a long while, he finally spoke: "I see, Ran has grown up."

“This is a good thing, isn’t it? We no longer have to worry about her future.” Eri Kisaki waited a few seconds, and when she didn’t hear a response, she sighed softly. “But unfortunately, her growth is not because of you and me, but because of other people.”

We two are really bad parents.

Kogoro Mouri was speechless. An invisible pressure gradually enveloped him. He could only force himself to speak, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, and suddenly blurted out, "Ran's boyfriend is called..."

"Don't tell me."

Eri interrupted, "Ran no longer needs our supervision or care. If she wants, she will tell me herself." She paused for a moment, "Let's get back to our relationship. Ran has been urging me to come here because of our relationship problems, and that's why I came."

Kogoro Mouri's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "I've never forgotten you, Eri. I've always been thinking of you, and I love you! I always have!"

He turned his head anxiously to look at Eri Kisaki.

Eri Kisaki remained calm, and after a moment of silence, she chuckled softly.

That soft chuckle made Kogoro Mouri's heart flutter with joy. For so long, Eri Kisaki had always been indifferent to him. Now, she was smiling. Did she see his change and acknowledge his feelings?

With this in mind, Kogoro Mouri was about to speak again, trying to persuade Eri Kisaki to go home.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard:

"Do you still remember your wedding vows, Kogoro?"

Crash——!!!

Suddenly, Kogoro Mouri felt as if he had been thrown into an icy lake, his very soul frozen in place.

After a very long time, he struggled to lift his head from the lake and saw a snow wolf with snow-white fur, noble and elegant like a dream, looking down at him with an indifferent gaze.

"!!!!!!"

In an instant, Kogoro Mouri was terrified. He sprang up almost without regard for his injured leg, nearly screaming in pain.

Fortunately, he managed to gather his scattered thoughts and focus, realizing that he was not on a frozen lake, but at the site of a raucous karate competition; and that the person staring at him was not some ferocious beast, but his wife, Eri Kisaki, who should be his closest person.

But this discovery prevented him from losing his composure; instead, it made his body grow even colder.

He did, after all, see that fleeting emotion in Eri's eyes.

It's disappointing.

"I remember!"

Kogoro Mouri practically shouted these words, but thankfully the noise from the arena was even louder than his shout, preventing his voice from carrying too far. It only attracted the attention of a few people nearby, who glanced at it and then ignored it.

"is it?"

Eri Kisaki calmly countered with a question.

"That's right!"

Kogoro Mori clenched his teeth, his whole body trembling slightly: "From this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, for better or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I will love you, respect you, cherish you, and protect you until death do us part."

His voice was initially firm, but it gradually began to tremble as he spoke.

When he said the final words, "Until death do us part," tears welled up in his eyes and dripped down his cheeks along with beads of sweat.

pat-

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The mixed water droplets fell onto the plaster cast on his right leg, adding a touch of darkness to its pristine whiteness.