Chapter 326 Conan Turns Evil!

"You. Get married."

Luke:?

Ran:?

Hiki Eri had a complicated expression, she held Ran's hand tightly.

"Ran, there's no going back."

She said so.

Hearing this, Ran's eyes darkened.

Mom was right, she couldn't go back

If she told the truth to Dad and Shinichi, even if they didn't care about it, the final result would still be separation.

She didn't think she had any reason to stand by Shinichi now.

What's more, if she married Mr. Kazama

Ran stole a glance at Mr. Kazama who was stunned.

She was stunned.

The simple white shirt fit his body, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The collar was slightly open, revealing a small section of delicate collarbone, with a kind of casual sexiness.

The nose is high and the lips are red, which makes people want to kiss her. The white skin is like delicate mutton-fat jade, exuding a soft luster in the sun.

Like a dream, like a demon.

The charm of the gigolo and the rationality of the famous detective, the two interweave together to form the contradictory and complex Mr. Kazama today.

Even Xiaolan will accidentally lose her mind because of Mr. Kazama's "beautiful face".

But because of Sonoko, these "desires" stimulated by hormones are often suppressed by reason at the first time.

Under normal circumstances, Xiaolan will never compete with her friends for men.

But is it normal now?

Xiaolan stared at Luke and did not answer for a long time.

Luke was silent for a while, and seemed to be unable to accept the proposal of Eri Kisaki.

"I'll leave Xiaolan to you, forgive my willfulness, okay?"

Eri Kisaki continued.

She held Xiaolan with one hand and Luke with the other.

Then, she held their hands together.

Xiaolan trembled all over.

But she still did not resist, just lowered her head, and did not dare to look at Luke.

Xiaolan felt a little guilty about Shinichi and Sonoko.

But this does not mean that she did not feel guilty about Luke.

On the contrary, Xiaolan's guilt towards Luke is much heavier than the former.

After all, in Xiaolan's perspective, Mr. Kazama is just a passerby who was innocently involved.

He could have gone on well with Sonoko, and he even got the approval of the Suzuki couple, and he might become the leader of the Suzuki Group in the future.

But now.

Everything is gone.

Not only does he have to break off his relationship with Sonoko, but he also has to marry a woman who loves him but is a little fake, and forever face a "wrong" ending that is not a mistake.

This is terrible.

Xiaolan stared at Luke in a daze.

Luke was not looking at her, he was looking at his mother, but his eyes were as warm and tolerant as ever, like an ocean that embraces everything.

He pursed his lips, which seemed a little reluctant, but he still tried his best to show the sense of responsibility that a man should have.

"I understand."

The sun gently sprinkled on him, as if covering him with a layer of golden gauze.

The corners of the beautiful boy's mouth slowly rose, revealing a gentle smile, that smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, gently falling on people's hearts, instantly dispelling all the haze.

However, there was no way to get rid of that bit of sadness.

Xiaolan almost suffocated.

She wanted to say it out loud, "Mr. Kazama, it's not your fault", "Mom, don't do this anymore", "Let's just pretend that nothing happened, okay?".

However, when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them.

What can she say?

What can she change if she says it?

Mom has made up her mind, and Mr. Kazama has agreed. As long as she keeps silent, all the pressure will completely dissipate.

The scarlet color in Mao Lilan's eyes deepened a little.

In the dark, a faint voice sounded in Mao Lilan's heart.

"Sorry, Kazama"

But it was like a small stone thrown into the sea, without any waves, and it disappeared in a flash.

The faint voice was swept by the crimson deep sea, without even a little wave.

Mr. Kazama, don't blame me, I really have no other choice.

Xiaolan's eyes were filled with tears, like ripples in the clear lake, tears swirled in her eyes, as if they were about to burst at any time, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and every tremor seemed to be telling the pain in her heart.

Unconsciously, Xiaolan's hands were tightly clasped with Luke, as if seeking a little comfort.

Her petite body trembled slightly, and every tremor revealed her inner helplessness, adding a bit of sadness.

Mao Lilan has always been a good person and a kind girl.

But after today, such Mao Lilan may never be seen again.

She has become a bad person, a shameless bad woman.

Sorry, Sonoko.

Sorry, Shinichi.

Sorry, Mr. Kazama.

Mao Lilan held Luke's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that Luke would escape from her.

Fei Yingli gently patted Xiaolan on the back.

She knew that she had made her daughter make an extremely difficult decision.

But this was also the best explanation for her daughter.

Fei Yingli took advantage of her daughter Xiaolan's kindness and Luke's tolerance of her, and forced the two together.

Fortunately, as she expected, the result was good.

Looking at the hands held together, Fei Yingli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that Kazama is suffering.

Next time, just compensate him more.

Fei Yingli thought to herself.

However, what neither mother nor daughter noticed was that Luke's eyes quietly fell on Xiaolan's wrist.

Or rather, at the cuffs.

An inconspicuous small white patch is attached to the cuff of Xiaolan's sleeve.

Sticker-type trackers are used in conjunction with prisoner tracking glasses. They look similar to stickers and are only about the size of a child's thumb. They are difficult for ordinary people to detect. After being pasted, the radar on the glasses can be used for positioning.

Before, Conan was quietly squatting in a corner, not doing anything.

Although I didn’t have time to pick up props such as anesthesia needles, I still brought a few of these props.

It's like a tracker that works with your eyes.

Look at the button bug that was thrown into the corner of the ground at some unknown time.

So, Conan, how are you going to face this?

The beautiful boy's smile became even weirder.

In the toilet of Mihua Hospital, Uncle Maori was standing at the door, waiting impatiently for some kid to come out of the toilet.

This bastard kid does this and that every time he comes.

If it weren't for the fact that you are still mentally ill, you would have to teach this brat a lesson today!

Uncle Maoli looked unhappy.

Because of Conan, he not only had to bow and apologize to the doctors and nurses in the hospital one by one and endure the blame, but he also had to pay a large sum of money for mental damage and renovation costs.

The Metropolitan Police Department will definitely not pay for this bill, and Uncle Maori can only be responsible for it personally.

"Kid, are you okay yet?"

Uncle Maori yelled.

"It'll be ready soon, Uncle Maori!"

Conan paused for a while, seemingly giving himself a buffer before responding.

Uncle Maoli curled his lips.

Not much to say, as long as the brat is still in the toilet.

But don't take advantage of this moment to sneak out again.

In that case, even a rough guy like Mouri Kogoro would be so angry that he would have a myocardial infarction.

Of course, Mouri Kogoro has not yet had a myocardial infarction.

A certain big-headed doll felt like he was about to die suddenly from a heart attack.

‘Xiaolan.’

Conan in the toilet clenched his fists, his eyes were empty and confused. His originally bright eyes had lost their luster at this moment, and his hair was a little messy.

Biting her lips tightly, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly.

Conan couldn't believe that his childhood sweetheart and future girlfriend would choose to betray him!

Those beautiful pictures of the past kept popping up in Conan's mind, which formed a sharp contrast with today's cruel reality.

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

He didn't understand why the oath he made was so fragile, why his efforts brought such results, and why his long-standing protection of Xiaolan was so futile.

His hands hung weakly at his sides, his fingers clenched into fists and then slowly loosened, as if he was trying to control his emotions.

Conan's face was as pale as a piece of paper that had lost its color.

His lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

He just stood there silently, letting the pain and anger intertwine in his heart.

What happened? !

Conan was in agony.

Why does Aunt Fei Yingli want Kazama to marry Xiaolan?

Why did Xiaolan keep silent and didn't refuse.

Why.

In the end, the endless why turned into a wave of resentment, prompting Conan to punch the wall of the toilet stall.

Bang.

The sound was dull, but it had no effect.

The anger of a "child" seems so ridiculous even being angry.

"Kid! Come out immediately after using the toilet. What are you doing in there?"

Mouri Kogoro heard the movement and poked his head in and asked.

Conan didn't answer.

Mouri Kogoro realized something was wrong.

Turned around and walked in quickly.

"Little Guitou, are you okay? Are you still in there?"

Mouri Kogoro asked as he walked.

Conan still didn't answer.

Could it be that this little devil ran away again? !

Mouri Kogoro's expression changed drastically.

Hey hey hey!

Don't be kidding me, if I run again, the middle-aged uncle's pocket money to buy wine this month will be completely gone!

Thinking of this, Mouri Kogoro didn't care about anything else. He stood in front of a stall toilet door and held the handle.

I just wanted to tinker with it and see if I could elicit a reaction from Conan.

Swish——

Then I heard the sound of flushing water.

Before Mouri Kogoro could move further, the toilet door next to him opened.

"Uncle, what do you want from me?"

Conan had a silly smile on his face.

Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his hand, which was still struggling with another doorknob.

He coughed and stopped silently.

"Kid, come out immediately after washing your hands. You have a test to do later!"

Mouri Kogoro raised his head and chest, showing no embarrassment at all, turned around and walked away.

Conan tilted his head, as if he didn't understand Uncle Maori's inexplicable behavior.

Wait until Mouri Kogoro walks out of the toilet.

Conan lowered his head slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.

Under the dim light of the bathroom, Conan slowly raised his head, his glasses reflecting the faint light, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a touch of coldness emerged spontaneously.

Uncle Maori, you don't want Xiaolan to marry a playboy, right?

Conan washed his hands.

At this time, the badge of the Junior Detective Team on his sleeves was buzzing.

The three excited children were about to ask Conan if he had any next plan.

They followed Conan's instructions step by step to another cafe and threw the bug in.

The success rate of the Teitan Three Idiots when doing certain illegal and criminal things is extremely high, and the criminal talent of the three children can be seen with the naked eye.

"Conan, what are you going to do next?"

Ayumi asked nervously.

"Listen to me, Ayumi."

Organization base.

Vermouth rubbed his eyebrows and had a headache.

The table was full of dense paper materials, and four or five computers were running day and night.

He looked up and glanced at the time.

It's time to go back.

"Bourbon, I'll send you the remaining classifications. I want to see the summary tomorrow morning."

Vermouth ordered casually.

After betraying the organization in Curacao and "dying" under the Ferris wheel, Bourbon's undercover identity was not exposed.

With the help of Margaret and the credit for assisting in killing Akai Shuichi, Bourbon became a senior member of the organization.

Just like when Akai Shuichi killed the traitor Scottish Morobushi Kagemitsu and used the corpse of the public security undercover to get to the top.

In response, Gin just sneered twice and did not object.

Although he took the opportunity to overthrow Rum, he did not have many talents who could be responsible for the intelligence department.

Margaret, the only one who could satisfy him, was about to carry out the task assigned by the boss himself, and now it was impossible for her to have any contact with the organization.

As for the others, forcing them in would only make the organization's intelligence department completely messed up.

Gin will not make the mistake of damaging the interests of the organization and giving Rum a chance to turn over again.

And Vermouth and Bourbon, both mystics, although some people want to shoot them when they get along, they are much better than Rum who stays in the sushi restaurant all day.

And he knew that the relationship between Bourbon and Vermouth was quite bad.

After all, Bourbon used to be Rum's subordinate.

With the idea of ​​seeing Vermouth suffer, Gin gave up interfering in the intelligence department and prepared to enjoy a dog-eat-dog comedy.

However, what Gin never expected was that.

His capable general, Margaret, could no longer stand the "falling apart" organization.

Although Vermouth and Bourbon did not have a good relationship, they decided to endure it for Margaret's sake and reluctantly believed that they were on the same front.

This also led to Bourbon now having to grit his teeth and watch Vermouth leave on time.

She left.

But she was left to work.

Bourbon could not summarize these classifications even if he stayed up all night tonight!

This hateful witch, I don't know what Kazama likes about her.

Bourbon cursed secretly and pinched a few gestures.

Secret Technique: The Five-Man Police Academy Team's Overtime Method!

Four lonely ghosts emerged from the amulet with sad faces, accompanying their good brothers to work overtime. (End of this chapter)