Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

Akai nodded, but there was still a deep gloom on his face.

He has always been confident in his tracking and investigation abilities, but this confrontation with Maori made him feel powerless.

Akai leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and thought about how Maori looked when he was sitting in the car.

That calm aura makes him look more like a ruler who is in control of the overall situation than a detective.

"Akai,"

James' voice interrupted his thoughts, "Don't take this setback too seriously. Maori is obviously not an ordinary opponent. We need to be more cautious and try to avoid a head-on conflict with him."

"I understand."

Akai nodded, but his eyes remained firm, "But I will never give up so easily. I will find a way to find out his background, no matter who he is."

There was a brief silence in the car.

Judy looked at Akai's slightly lost expression and couldn't help but say, "Hideki, don't take it too seriously. Maori Kogoro is indeed powerful, but we are the FBI and we can always find his flaws."

Akai pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a bitter smile: "I hope so."

He knew that this was not only an investigation into Maori, but also a challenge to himself.

If even he, the "Silver Bullet", looks embarrassed in front of Maori, then the real threat of the Black Organization may be more complicated than he imagined.

……

The early morning sun shone on the streets of Tokyo. Shuichi Akai was wearing a low-key windbreaker with his hat brim pulled down low.

He followed Kogoro Mori silently, keeping a safe distance.

After a few days of observation, he had realized that this man's movements were extremely random yet unpredictable.

Sometimes he deals with the affairs of the Beidou Group, sometimes he wanders around casually, and sometimes he meets with all kinds of people.

Akai knew that Maori was not an ordinary person.

He is not only a famous detective, but also the helmsman behind the Beidou Group.

This made Akai even more alert.

Today, Maori stopped in front of an inconspicuous flower shop.

The sign at the door reads "Huihara Flower Shop", and exquisite flowers are placed around it.

Akai stood at the corner, staring at the glass door, secretly trying to figure out Maori's motives.

Maori pushed open the door of the flower shop and the familiar sound of wind chimes rang out.

A tall, gentle woman looked up from behind the counter.

She was wearing a tight sweater and an apron, with a charming smile between her eyebrows.

"Mr. Maori, you're here again?"

The woman asked softly, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Mao Li leaned casually against the counter with an irresistible smile on his face: "Well, I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen Miss Qi Luo for a long time, so I came to see you."

Kirara Huihara smiled softly and pointed at the bouquets in the store: "It's only been a few days, and you miss me already?"

Mao Li's eyes slid from her face to her slender hands, and there was a hint of playfulness in his tone: "What else? I don't want other customers to see Miss Qi Luo working so hard."

Qi Luo blushed slightly, but did not avoid his gaze.

She put down the scissors in her hand, walked around the counter, and straightened Mao Li's collar: "Mr. Mao Li is always so good at coaxing people. I really don't know how many women are bewitched by you."

Mao Li gently held her hand and smiled softly, "Don't worry, I'm here with you now."

Akai stood on the street corner, looking at the ambiguous scene in the store, his brows slightly furrowed.

He couldn't help but look at Kirara Huihara a few more times - this woman always gave him a familiar feeling, especially her every frown and smile, as if he had seen it on someone before.

However, that is impossible.

Akai closed his eyes and the figure of Miyano Akemi appeared in his mind.

He confirmed Mingmei's death with his own eyes, and Gin would never leave anything out.

But the Kirara Huihara in front of him had a charm between her eyebrows that was extremely similar to Mingmei, which made him inexplicably irritated.

Maori seemed to have noticed something. He looked up and glanced outside. His eyes fell on the street corner where Akai was, and the smile on his lips deepened a little.

However, he did not point it out, but just turned around casually and continued talking with Kirara Haibara.

"Ms. Qiluo, how is business lately?"

"not bad."

Qiluo raised her hand to brush the hair beside her ear and smiled elegantly, "Thanks to Mr. Maori for always taking care of me."

Mao Li squeezed her hand gently and whispered, "If you are tired, remember to tell me. I don't want you to be too tired."

Qi Luo's face turned even redder, and she said softly, "Mr. Maori, you really... I don't know how to respond."

Akai watched this scene from the side, feeling extremely complicated.

He couldn't understand the relationship between Maori and Kirara Haibara, which was like lovers, but also seemed more than that.

What concerns him most is Kirara Haibara's identity and background - she seems to have some connection with Mori's assistant Haibara Ai, and Haibara Ai's true identity remains a mystery to this day.

Akai's eyes moved between the two of them, and suddenly he felt a little annoyed.

He didn't understand why he had such an emotion, as if he saw Maori taking away something that belonged to him.

"Maori Kogoro……"

Akai muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and looked in the direction of the flower shop again.

Through the glass window, he saw Kogoro Mouri standing by the counter, chatting and laughing with the woman named Kirara Haihara.

Their behavior was not overly intimate, but the tacit understanding and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air made Akai feel an indescribable irritation in his heart.

"What on earth is he doing here?"

Ichigo muttered to himself, his frown deepening.

He was confused and a little uneasy about his sudden emotions.

Is this unpleasant feeling because the Kirara Haibara in front of me looks too much like Miyano Akemi?

Or was it because Kogoro Mori's calm and almost unscrupulous attitude was like a silent provocation, making him feel difficult to let go?

Miyano Akemi's face appeared in Akai's mind again. Those gentle eyes, with a slightly stubborn smile, were so similar to some of Haibara Kirara's expressions.

He was almost certain that this feeling was no illusion.

But reason told him that the possibility was very small.

Miyano Akemi is already dead, this is a witch-like truth. She died under the gun of Gin Yume, and the cause of all this was him, Akai Shuichi.

He once told himself that he would atone for his sins by destroying the Black Organization.

However, the woman before him seemed to have reopened his healed wounds.

Akai took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his chest. He knew that this emotion was irrational and dangerous.

He is the best agent of the FBI and must stay awake at all times.

But at this moment, his attention was once again attracted by Kirara Huibara, especially when she tilted her head slightly and showed a shy smile to Maori.

Akai's fists clenched unconsciously.

His reason told him that this emotion was unnecessary.

No matter what Kogoro Mori does, it has nothing to do with him.

However, the subtle anger in my heart was like a flame, burning stronger and stronger.

Akai Shuichi initially felt disdain for Mori.

This man, as a famous detective and the head of the Beidou Group, possesses amazing status, wealth and prestige, yet he indulges in such romantic affairs.

He seemed to have no qualms about having women around him, and even enjoyed it.

"Doesn't he have any sense of responsibility?"

Akai questioned in his heart. He thought of Huihara Ai, the little girl who had some connection with Huihara Kirara.

What is Maori's attitude towards her? If he really cares about Haibara Ai, how can he be so frivolous towards her sister - or the woman who might be her sister?

Akai felt that his sense of morality was challenged.

He always believed that people like Maori could not truly understand the meaning of "loss".

He may be powerful and smart, but how sincere is he?

Akai couldn't help but have deep doubts about this man's motives and character.

However, this contempt did not make Akai feel at ease.

He realized that he actually envied Maori to some extent.

I envy his relaxed attitude and his ability to easily gain the trust and favor of others.

Akai even vaguely felt that his hostility towards Mori came more from his dissatisfaction with himself.

He blamed himself for not being able to protect Mingmei.

He hated his own incompetence and the choices he had made.

Mao Li irritated him because this man not only possessed power and wisdom, but also those things that Akai himself had lost forever: ease, comfort, and the ability to face life calmly.

"This is not my fault."

Akai whispered in his heart. He tried to convince himself that everything he did was for a higher purpose.

And Kogoro Mori is just a romantic man who is obsessed with his own little world.

Akai no longer looked towards the flower shop.

He turned and left, his steps were somewhat heavy.

The complex emotions in my heart did not ease because of leaving, but became even stronger.

"Maori Kogoro……"

Akai muttered the name through gritted teeth.

He knew he couldn't ignore this man.

Not only because he might be involved with the Black Organization, but also because of Mori's existence, Akai can't stop examining himself.

Akai looked up at the gray sky, took a deep breath, and suppressed the waves in his heart.

He told himself that this emotion was temporary.

He must focus on his mission: monitoring Mao Li and protecting those who may be threatened by the Black Organization.

As for Kogoro Mori, he snorted coldly, and the intimate scene between Mori and Kirara Haibara just now appeared in his mind, and his heart felt a pang of pain again.

"So what if he's just a playboy? Sooner or later, he'll reveal his flaws."

Akai muttered to himself, then quickened his pace and disappeared into the streets of Tokyo.

Maori stood by the counter of the flower shop, watching Akai Shuichi's back as he left, with a smile on his lips.

Of course he had already noticed Akai's presence. From the initial tracking to the peeking just now, nothing escaped his eyes.

Maori didn't mind this "protective" surveillance. Instead, he thought Akai's behavior was cute, like a tireless hound.

"gone?"

Kirara Haibara asked softly, looking up at Maori, holding the bouquet she had just arranged in her hand.

She didn't notice anything unusual, but the change in Maori's expression made her curious.

"Well, let's go."

Maori turned his head and his eyes fell on Kirara Haibara, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his deep eyes.

He slowly approached, took the bouquet from her hand, and placed it on the counter. Then he put his arm around her waist and gently pulled her into his arms.