Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

"Let's go, you cunning Eri Kisaki."

The door opened, and the legal queen, clad in high heels, strode out of the room with a triumphant air.

Meanwhile, in another private room.

The young man slumped to the ground, pointing in terror to another, smaller private room than Luke's, trembling and unable to speak.

There were shards of glass on the ground; the young man had come carrying a bottle of wine.

A crowd had already gathered around.

Inside the private room, Angel Martin's white suit was stained with large areas of red. He was leaning against the sofa with several knife wounds on his body.

Beside it, a bloodstained kitchen knife was carelessly tossed on the table.

Inside the private room, a girl dressed in a "landmine" style was half-sitting, holding a half-smoked cigarette in her hand.

She was covered in blood, and judging from the scene alone, it was clearly a crime of passion.

The girl looked familiar; she was the same Miss Yuka that Angel Martin had asked Luke about before the store opened—the one who used to be quite generous but had recently disappeared.

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Chapter 89: Husband’s Eyes are Offended

Host clubs strictly prohibit male hosts from having private contact with other male hosts' customers.

Lower-level male escorts might take the risk for a living and to boost their performance.

However, at the higher levels, this kind of behavior is basically not done.

Spending a lot of effort to snatch a customer you don't even know if you can win them over is not only thankless but will also offend another male escort of the same caliber.

Most normal people who understand social etiquette wouldn't do that.

But strangely enough, there are no normal people in the world of Detective Conan.

Various inexplicable reasons can become excuses for murder, and many victims died unjustly.

Of course, this group of unjustly killed people certainly does not include the angel Martin who poisoned them.

There were two empty glasses of penicillin on the table.

He not only wanted to embarrass Luke in front of the customers, but he would also use underhanded tactics against them.

Ask someone to add some stimulants to the drink and say a few sweet words to appease the drinker.

If the guest is in a good mood, I'll order him a lot of drinks tonight.

Unfortunately, Martin didn't handle the situation well and got called in by the living devil today.

"Manager, let's call the police."

Luke patted the assistant store manager on the shoulder, who looked sad.

Oh, my angel~

How could you actually go to see God?

Angel Martin, based on the timeline, should be the longest-serving male escort in the shop, although he hasn't been number one in the last few months.

That's why the assistant store manager felt so sad; Angel Martin had access to a large number of high-quality, wealthy women.

Now, if not all of it is wasted, at least half of it is ruined.

"Was it murder?"

"Not necessarily, let's wait for the police to arrive and investigate the scene."

Luke replied, while Eri stared at the scene inside the private room, her arms crossed over her chest.

Two glasses of wine, a crime of passion, a girl.

Noticing the male host shaking like a sieve beside her, Eri Kisaki frowned.

The assistant store manager skillfully made the call; this was the sixth time this week, and he said he was already used to it.

Even if today is Sunday.

"Hello, yes, still Takamagahara, thank you for your help."

The assistant store manager bowed and scraped.

Accompanied by the sound of a flute blaring "It's over, it's over," the cops arrived.

The familiar Third Investigative Division, the familiar Inspector Megure, and the familiar Kogoro Mouri?

"Why are you here?"

What are you doing here?

The two said in unison.

Then, Kogoro Mouri realized something, and his face turned somewhat green.

This is a host club! What else could Eri Kisaki be doing here?

Although the two are now living apart, it's true that he often goes out drinking and womanizing.

But on the surface, they are still husband and wife!

Moreover, Eri Kisaki looks rosy-cheeked and radiant.

Kogoro Mouri suddenly felt like saying something in secret.

But then he thought of the children behind him, and he could only swallow his Tibetan words.

"Mom, you..."

The unicorn girl covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes wide open.

They had lunch outside at noon, solved a murder case at a restaurant on the side, and then went to the police station with Inspector Megure to give their statements.

However, because they had accumulated a lot of cases recently, they needed to give statements, which meant that the recording didn't finish until almost night.

Inspector Megure thought he should treat them to a big meal, since Mori had helped them a lot recently.

But before they could decide on a location, they heard that another murder had occurred, and they were told to go on a mission immediately.

And Mori, who was addicted to alcohol, naturally wouldn't let go of such a free meal.

They shout things like, "As a famous detective, cases are my life!" or "Don't get me wrong, I just want to show my sense of civic responsibility," and other nonsensical statements.

Then, with a straight face, they took the unicorn girl and the big-headed doll, who were constantly apologizing and feeling ashamed, into the police car.

When he arrived at the scene, he discovered that he might have an extra hat in the color of nature on his head.

"I have a client here. Why are you all with Inspector Megure?"

Eri Kisaki blushed, trying to keep her tone calm.

The unicorn girl's eyes are almost turning into circles.

Isn't it a bit too provocative for my mother's client to discuss matters here?!

Is this the world of adults?

The big-headed doll and the unicorn girl blushed and lowered their heads.

"Hmph, you know perfectly well whether you're the client or not."

Kogoro Mouri spoke sarcastically, then glanced at Luke, who was standing idly beside Eri Kisaki.

Luke smiled gently, seemingly completely oblivious to the deeper meaning behind Kogoro Mouri's words.

"father!"

"It's alright, Lan. People like him see everyone as dirty."

Eri Kisaki didn't back down either, delivering a powerful dose of sarcasm.

"mom!"

Ran Mouri was getting anxious; she had been hoping that the two of them could reconcile.

But now, whenever the two meet, they can't wait to start fighting, as if they are not husband and wife, but mortal enemies.

"Xiao Lan, have you had dinner yet?"

Eri Kisaki changed the subject.

"not yet."

Hearing that her little darling was still hungry, Eri's expression immediately turned sour.

She had been paying close attention to Kogoro, especially recently, seeing that he was about to experience a career resurgence, and even considered whether she should sit down and talk to him again.

But now, this bastard who can't even take care of his own daughter should just get out of here!

She ignored the flailing Kogoro Mouri and turned to ask.

"Kazama, could you help prepare one or two dinners?"

Eri Kisaki, mindful of the large-headed doll, added another one.

Luke nodded.

"Of course, Eri."

Upon hearing this address, Kogoro Mouri's face darkened even further.

You brat, how dare you call me Eri? And you did it right in front of me!

Ran Mouri was at a loss.

She looked at Luke, unsure whether to thank him, her so-called "stepfather."

I should still consider my father's feelings and refuse him.

When the big-headed doll first entered the venue, it was still lively and energetic, as if it wanted to be firmly bound to the corpse.

Now, however, they remain quiet and dare not move an inch.

He was already somewhat afraid of Ran's mother, Eri Kisaki, and now he had stumbled upon her "good deed." Conan felt that he should remain silent at this moment.

Inspector Megure pretended to be busy, flipping through reports and occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates.

It looks like it's really true.

Luke stepped aside, and Inspector Megure instinctively stepped aside, covering his report.

Ha, what are you looking at with those blank sheets of paper?

Is it a wordless book from heaven?

The few remaining people looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.

Kogoro Mouri's face turned ashen, and Eri Kisaki pulled Ran Mouri to find a place to sit down.

Conan cautiously made his way to the crime scene, but he couldn't suppress his detective curiosity after all.

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The landmine-type girl, Ms. Yuka, has been taken into custody. She sits blankly on the sofa as several extras interrogate and take her statement.

The blood-stained knife has been sent for examination, and comparing the fingerprints will easily reveal who the murderer is.

But how could a frail girl silently stab an adult male to death?

The young man said he was watching nearby and didn't hear any strange noises from inside the house.

The soundproofing here is so-so, perhaps it was intentionally designed to enhance the thrill. If there were cries for help inside, the male prostitute would definitely be able to hear them clearly.

Moreover, based on the scene, the death was indeed caused by extensive bleeding.

But why does it always feel a little strange?

Conan's detective instincts kicked in as he looked at the shopkeeper at the door and the flustered male escort.

He walked over to the table and placed two glasses of penicillin on it.

A light sniff reveals a strong smoky aroma, a combination of whiskey and honey syrup—it's definitely penicillin.

So, where exactly does the problem lie?