Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

Everyone was teasing Sugiyama for being late, but at this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting everyone's jokes.

Ryuichi Sakai clapped his hands: "Huh, this guy is finally here!" He laughed and ran to open the door.

However, as soon as the door opened, Sakai's smile suddenly froze.

He took a step back suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment and vigilance.

The person standing outside the door was not Sugiyama, but a sloppy and gloomy man.

His hair was messy, his beard was untidy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have not slept for several days.

"You are……"

Ryuichi Sakai's voice trembled slightly, as if he had met someone he didn't want to see again.

Behind him, Kohei Shimoda and Minoru Nakamura were also stunned, and their faces suddenly darkened.

They exchanged meaningful glances, and seemed to recognize the man.

Xiaolan was keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere. She stepped forward, stood in front of everyone, and asked cautiously, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man raised his head, showing a dark smile, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Ah, sorry, I'm Mori Atsushi... a reporter, remember? Three years ago, I was taken care of by you."

Although his tone was polite, that unsettling smile was chilling.

Maori stood aside with his hands in his pockets, looking at the visitor calmly, and noticed that the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

Xiaolan saw that the teachers were silent, so she could only bite the bullet and ask, "Mr. Mori, what are you doing here?"

The haze in Mori Atsushi's eyes deepened, but his tone remained calm: "Someone anonymously informed me that something interesting will happen here tonight, such as-"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "A murder."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze in an instant and everyone stood there in a daze.

Xiaolan's heart sank suddenly and an ominous premonition came over her.

She clenched her fists almost instinctively - every time she and her father went out, they seemed to be unable to avoid these things. Could they be involved in some terrible incident again this time?

Atsushi Mori seemed to see through her thoughts and his smile became even more sinister.

He slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on Xiaolan: "You are the daughter of Maori Kogoro, right? Haha... It seems that I can write an interesting report again this time."

There was a strange excitement in his tone, as if he was expecting something terrible to happen.

Xiaolan couldn't help but become nervous and cold sweat broke out on her back.

She took a step back calmly, approached Mao Li, and said with a little fear, "Dad..."

Mao Li patted his daughter's shoulder calmly and said in a steady tone: "It's okay, I'm here."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mori Atsushi, with a gleam of scrutiny in his eyes.

Mori Atsushi smiled grimly, said nothing more, and walked towards the room.

Sakai Ryuu instinctively stretched out his hand to block the door, his expression stiff: "Mr. Mori... I'm sorry, this villa is full tonight, and everyone... didn't receive your message in advance."

Mori Atsushi did not back down, but instead gave an even darker smile.

His deep-set eyes stared at Sakai Ryuichi like a venomous snake, and he lowered his voice with a hint of aggressiveness and sinisterness: "Haha...are you really going to leave me alone in this snowy night? It's very cold outside."

He slowed down his tone and his smile became more bizarre: "If I write a report tomorrow saying that a few elementary school teachers watched someone die without helping and were inhumane, what kind of article would it be?"

Ryuichi Sakai's face suddenly turned pale and he clenched his fists, but in the face of such a threat, he was powerless to refute.

Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly moved aside.

Mori Atsushi curled the corner of his mouth and walked in proudly beside him. Snowflakes fell on the floor with his footsteps, and a cold breath poured into the villa.

"Ugh……"

Ryuichi Sakai sighed helplessly and watched Atsushi Mori slowly walk towards the living room like an uninvited crow.

The teachers who were chatting and laughing in the living room turned stiff in expression when they saw Atsushi Mori come in.

In an instant, the joyful atmosphere cooled quickly, as if someone had poured cold water on the flames in a stove.

Shimoda Kohei and Nakamura Minoru looked at each other, said nothing, and quietly returned to their rooms to avoid this uninvited guest.

However, Mori Atsushi didn't care.

He swaggered to the stove, took off his wet coat, draped it over the back of a chair, then sat down and stretched out his hands to warm them in front of the stove.

His bony hands looked particularly cold in the firelight, like some kind of hidden predator.

Xiaolan and Sonoko stood aside, looked at each other helplessly, and sighed at the same time. "This person... is really haunting."

Sonoko muttered softly, her tone revealing disdain and uneasiness.

"I really don't know how Mr. Yonehara and his team dealt with people like this..."

Xiaolan agreed in a low voice, frowning as she looked at the uncomfortable figure in front of the stove.

Maori stood aside, with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with a hint of depth.

He clapped his hands and said as if he didn't care: "I'll go upstairs to see Xiao Ai."

Before leaving, he passed by Conan and casually pressed Conan's head, saying in a light but meaningful tone: "Boy, keep an eye on me."

Conan was slightly stunned, then his eyes became stern and he nodded solemnly: "Yes, I understand."

Maori patted his shoulder, then turned around and walked up the stairs leisurely, his back disappearing around the corner of the wooden stairs.

Conan stood there, staring at Mori Atsushi calmly.

The firelight flickered in Conan's sharp eyes, and he seemed to have a premonition that this seemingly inconspicuous reporter was definitely not that simple.

Chapter 350: The Garden Under Attack

Maori gently pushed open the door, and the moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto the bed. Xiao Ai huddled in the soft quilt, slightly curled up, like a sleeping doll.

Her face showed a hint of fatigue and her breathing was steady and gentle.

Maori stood beside the bed, looking at her quietly, with a gentle smile on his face.

He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

But this kiss woke Xiao Ai from her light sleep.

She opened her eyes drowsily, and when she saw Maori's face, she was stunned for a moment, then she smiled with relief.

That smile was not like her usual coldness and aloofness, but a kind of tenderness and dependence that came from the bottom of her heart.

"Uncle Maori..."

Her voice was hoarse and gentle as if she had just woken up. She gently wrapped her slender arms around Maori's neck and rested her face on his shoulder.

Mao Li smiled and patted her on the back: "I'm glad you're awake. Dinner is ready. Let's go downstairs and eat something."

Xiao Ai buried her head in his shoulder, as if she didn't want to leave this warm embrace immediately.

She smelled the familiar scent on Maori and felt as if she was enveloped by some kind of power. She would never feel as helpless and lonely as she was in the Black Organization again.

"I don't want to go down,"

She said in a low voice, with a hint of desire in her voice, "Let my wife stay for a while..."

Mao Li sighed lovingly, gently brushed away her bangs with his fingertips, and whispered: "You are always like this... But now you are much cuter than before."

Xiao Ai raised her head and smiled slightly: "Because of you."

She said it calmly, but Maori felt that her words carried a lot of weight.

Ai, who escaped from the cold and dangerous Black Organization, can now rely on him so naturally. This trust is not easy to come by.

Maori understood that it was the countless days and nights of companionship and encouragement that allowed this girl, who was once closed in her own world, to finally learn how to trust and how to feel warmth.

Mao Li hugged her tighter: "You don't have to be afraid of anything, I'm here. From now on, no matter what happens, I will be with you."

Ai nodded gently and rubbed her face in Maori's arms, as if she was a kitten that had found a home.

That unprecedented sense of security finally made her let down all her guard.

"Then let's stay a little longer..."

Her voice became softer and softer, as if she was about to fall asleep again in the next second.

Maori smiled and hugged Haibara Ai. It was nice to have some warmth without any desire occasionally.

Just then, Yuanzi's scream suddenly came from outside the door.

Mao Li frowned, subconsciously covered Xiao Ai's ears, and whispered: "It's okay, uncle will go and take a look."

Ai grabbed his sleeve in a daze, but Maori gently patted her little hand and tucked her back into the warm quilt.

Xiao Ai murmured in a half-awake state: "Be careful..."

Maori smiled, tucked the quilt for her, and quickly left the room.

He walked quickly along the corridor towards the direction where the sound came from and stopped at the door of Akiko Yonehara's room.

The door was closed, and Maori tried the handle and found it locked.

His eyes darkened and he raised his foot without hesitation and kicked the door open with a powerful kick.

The door fell down with a loud noise.

The scene before him stunned him - Sonoko and Yonehara Akiko both fell to the ground with stiff expressions, as if they had been attacked in some way.

What’s even more bizarre is that there is a Chinese character drawn on the back of each of their hands.

There is "ミ" on the back of Akiko Yonehara's hand, and there is "ナ" on the back of Sonoko's hand.

Mao Li frowned slightly and whispered: "Mina...what does 'everyone' mean?"

He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but couldn't remember the specific meaning of the word.

He immediately squatted down and checked their breathing and pulse.

Fortunately, both of them were only unconscious and had no other obvious injuries.

Just as Maori was quickly assessing the situation, Xiaolan, Conan and others also hurried over.

"Garden!"

Xiaolan screamed and threw herself on Yuanzi.

"Lan, don't panic, she's fine."

When Maori saw Xiaolan rushing towards Yuanzi, he quickly spoke to comfort her.

He skillfully pressed on Yuanzi's chest several times to help her breathe smoothly and relax her uterus.

After a moment, Sonoko opened her eyes and gasped weakly, but as soon as she saw Mori she immediately panicked and threw herself into his arms.

"Uncle Mori! Teacher Yonehara was killed! And someone attacked me! It's so scary!"

She shouted with sobs, her hands tightly grasping Maoli's clothes.

"What?! Teacher Yonehara was killed?"

Xiaolan looked in the direction of Yonehara Akiko in astonishment, her face pale.

But at this moment, Akiko Yonehara on the ground suddenly frowned, slowly opened her eyes, and struggled to sit up.

"What am I...?"

Yonehara Akiko rubbed her forehead, looking confused.

Yuanzi widened her eyes and stared at her blankly: "Teacher...are you not dead?"

Yonehara Akiko looked back at Sonoko in confusion: "I... shouldn't be dead yet?"

Mao Li sighed helplessly when he saw this. He walked over to Akiko Yonehara and confirmed that she was indeed fine, but had just fainted briefly due to shock.

He looked at her meaningfully, as if trying to find some clues from her expression.

After confirming that everything was fine, he turned to Sonoko and patted her head: "You, look carefully before you shout next time. Isn't Teacher Yonehara fine?"

Yuanzi covered her head and said aggrievedly: "But...but I really think she is dead! It's so scary!"

Yonehara Akiko stood up, patted her clothes, and spread her hands innocently: "Just now, I seemed to suddenly feel a black screen in front of my eyes, and I don't know anything."

Mauli stared at her expression for a moment but said nothing more.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and Atsushi Mori walked in with Kohei Shimoda, Ryuichi Sakai and Minoru Nakamura.