Chapter 327 The Decisive Father and Daughter

In Japanese mystery works, the so-called "perfect crime" often appears.

That is, the victim cannot be found, the perpetrator cannot be identified, the evidence cannot be found, the trick cannot be solved, the crime is not known to the society, the law cannot punish it, and the perpetrator cannot be caught.

When some or all of the above conditions are met, the criminal's criminal behavior will be called a perfect crime.

However, "perfect crime" is mostly a temporary "perfect crime" caused by the limitations of the times and the influence of various conditions.

The case is out of statute of limitations, and the person is found not guilty, and others are blamed. The detective technology is backward, and the unjust case caused by human beings cannot be overturned due to the system.

There have even been cases where the sympathy of the detective role has been aroused, making it a "perfect crime" to the outside world.

However, all the famous detectives firmly believe that.

There is no so-called "perfect crime" in this world!

As long as you stick to your heart and logical reasoning, no one can perfectly bury all the guilt in front of the famous detective.

Conan has always believed that there is no case in this world that he cannot solve.

Even though he had experienced the Moonlight Sonata murder case, the Kudo Shinichi murder case, the 10 billion yen robbery case, and the Osaka 3K case

The reckless boy has now grown into a rational detective, but his confidence in reasoning has never faded.

So, here comes the question.

Can a famous detective who thinks he can solve all cases design a "perfect crime" that even he can't solve?

"I'm back."

Xiaolan pushed the door open.

Entering the room, the smell of alcohol still hits her face.

Xiaolan shook her head helplessly.

Sure enough, as long as she is not at home, her father will not be able to control his alcohol addiction.

"Xiaolan."

Mouri Kogoro was half lying on a chair, with beer cans on the table. He seemed to have heard the noise of Xiaolan pushing the door in, and he murmured half asleep and half awake.

His tone was confused, and he didn't even open his eyes.

There is no doubt that after taking care of Conan from the hospital, Maori Kogoro, who was not under Xiaolan's control, drank again.

Xiaolan sighed helplessly.

Dad is always like this. I don't know how drunk he will be after she leaves.

Shaking her head, she squatted down, and was thinking about finding the garbage bag from the drawer. When she looked down, Xiaolan's body froze.

The light in the room was not too bright, and a black lump stood in the dark corner.

Xiaolan was stunned for a while.

"Sister Xiaolan, are you okay?"

The black lump spoke, no, not the black lump, but Conan.

He stood quietly in the corner, exuding coldness, which was not like the usual lively Conan at all.

Conan was angry? Was it because of his father?

Xiaolan thought.

Xiaolan had seen Conan being upset before. After all, his father was always careless and could easily mess things up.

Maybe during the days when she was away from home, his father had a conflict with Conan again.

Really, we are all adults, and we still care so much about a child.

Mouri Ran complained in her heart.

However, this is not a difficult matter to deal with. As long as she coaxes him, Conan's resentment will dissipate.

After all, no matter how smart Conan is, he is just a child. He gets angry quickly and calms down quickly.

"Conan, didn't you go to school today?"

Xiaolan didn't rush to ask what happened to the two of them, but changed the subject and started with chatting about family matters.

"Teacher Kobayashi said that I should rest at home for a few more days before going to school."

Conan said faintly.

"Is that so? I really trouble Teacher Kobayashi. Conan-kun should thank Teacher Kobayashi in the future."

"What about Dr. Agasa? Has his waist injury healed?"

A few days ago, Dr. Agasa took the children to the amusement park, but he twisted his waist because he was anxious.

It was originally an injury that could be healed by sitting quietly for a few days.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally fell down the stairs when he was climbing the stairs at home at night.

The old man has osteoporosis and is already suffering from old age diseases. This fall directly sent Dr. Agasa to the hospital.

According to the phone call from his father, Dr. Agasa is expected to lie in the hospital for a while.

"Not yet. The doctor said that I need to stay in the hospital for at least two weeks."

Conan's tone changed slightly.

Xiaolan smiled in her heart.

She is still a child indeed.

As long as you communicate more and chat more, you can't hide anything.

In this way, Xiaolan chatted with Conan about family matters while cleaning.

She has not been at home these days.

Nominally, she lives with her mother, but in fact, she is dating Mr. Kazama.

In her mother's words, although the two of them got on the bus first and then bought the ticket, as long as they stay together for a while, the foundation of their relationship can be cultivated.

At the beginning, Xiaolan was still a little embarrassed.

After all, her behavior, to put it nicely, is to save face for each other, to put it bluntly, is to take advantage of the fire.

But after a few days of getting along, Xiaolan's embarrassment disappeared without a trace.

Compared with Mr. Kazama, Shinichi has no advantage over Mr. Kazama except that he is a childhood sweetheart.

This is an indisputable fact.

Even Xiaolan had to admit that compared to Shinichi who only knew how to reason all day long, Mr. Kazama was undoubtedly the "perfect husband" that girls dreamed of.

If the two could get married, they would probably become a couple that everyone envied.

Ran felt that she was somewhat ungrateful in the past.

Although she felt a little sorry for Sonoko, since the incident had already happened, Ran only wanted to compensate Sonoko as much as possible in the future.

Moreover, Shinichi had never confessed his feelings to her or confirmed their relationship.

However, Ran, who was smiling and humming a song, did not notice Conan's gradually cold eyes behind her.

The eyes behind the lens were like a bottomless cold pond, deep and silent.

Conan did not do nothing in the past few days.

The eavesdropping device only eavesdropped on the voices of a few people. Before seeing the fact that Xiaolan cheated, Conan still had some hope in his heart.

So, when Luke pulled Xiaolan's hand to go to the movies together.

Conan could still comfort himself that it was normal for good friends to invite each other to watch a popular movie.

When Luke took Xiaolan to the amusement park for fun.

Conan could still comfort himself that it was normal for good friends to go out together.

When Luke took Xiaolan into the couple's hotel.

Conan can still comfort himself, good friend

Crack——

Conan crushed the button monitor in his hand.

No need to throw it in.

Both of them have come to this point.

What should be done and what should not be done, basically all have been done.

What's the point of throwing the button monitor in again?

Just to hear the sound?

Conan had no expression on his face.

Disappointment gradually surged in his heart, and every discovery was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

The eyes under the glasses became dim, losing their former brilliance, just like a walking corpse.

Conan didn't understand, and didn't understand.

Why would his best friend fall in love with his childhood sweetheart.

And the two of them concealed all this.

If Xiaolan could tell him the truth about this matter, Conan would feel that he didn't understand, but if Xiaolan could really get happiness with Fengjian, he would eventually bless the two of them.

But now, the behavior of the two is a betrayal, a mockery of all his efforts now.

Conan desperately wanted to track down the organization, for what?

The truth?

Or to destroy the evil organization and save the world?

No!

From the beginning, Conan's motivation to destroy the organization was to protect Xiaolan.

In order not to worry Xiaolan, he even concealed his true identity and hid everything in his heart.

Even if Xiaolan was sad, even if Hattori Heiji, Akai Shuichi, Bourbon, and Vermouth knew Conan's true identity, Conan would not tell Xiaolan his true identity.

Everything was to protect Xiaolan, and Xiaolan must not be put in danger.

However, everything he did now seemed to be just a joke.

Xiaolan had long since stopped caring about him.

Anger quietly grew in his heart, and he wanted to rush up to question Xiaolan. This anger was like a raging fire, almost completely burning his reason.

But at the moment he was about to step out.

Conan stopped.

He witnessed the two of them walk into the couple hotel, and a few hours later, the two of them walked out of the hotel with rosy faces, and watched Fengjian send Xiaolan back to Aunt Kisaki Eri's house.

Just watched quietly.

Then, skated back to the Maori Detective Agency.

It was as if nothing had happened. He, Edogawa Conan, was just an ordinary child living under someone else's roof.

He had nothing to do with the famous high school student detective Kudo Shinichi.

Until, Xiaolan came home.

He deliberately put on a cold face and looked unhappy.

However, Xiaolan didn't seem to notice his true intentions at all.

Xiaolan said nothing and did nothing, just like usual.

Cleaned neatly, chatted with him gently, and prepared dinner.

It seemed that there was no change.

Xiaolan was still the gentle Xiaolan sister, Maori Kogoro was still the middle-aged uncle who was drunk all day, and Conan was still a little weird elementary school student.

But is it really like this?

Several people sat at the dining table. Xiaolan pretended to be angry and asked her father why he drank so much again.

Maori Kogoro laughed and grumbled while eating his rice bowl.

He looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Conan cheered up and ran into his room after dinner.

Although he didn't have to go to school these days, Conan's "good friends" still brought him homework every day.

The three of them were lively, and the lights in Maori Detective Agency were always on.

Until nightfall.

Under the dim light, the small reception area.

Several slightly worn sofas were placed casually, and some case photos and briefings were hung on the wall, recording the achievements and accomplishments of "Sleeping Kogoro".

On the wall next to him was a photo of Maori Kogoro when he was young. At that time, he was full of vigor and confidence in his eyes.

The small coffee table was piled with neatly arranged documents, ashtrays, and a half-drunk coffee cup. These were specially prepared by Xiaolan so that Maori Kogoro, who had just woken up from his alcoholism, could rest up.

There were faded curtains hanging by the window, and the moonlight shone through the gaps, bringing a hint of laziness.

"Dad, Mom wants me to live with her."

This short sentence made Maori Kogoro silent for a long time.

After a long time, the coffee was completely cold. He asked hoarsely:

"You know everything?"

Xiaolan nodded.

Mouri Kogoro closed his eyes painfully.

That woman, is she crazy?

Mouri Kogoro was a little hunched, his eyes were empty, his hands were shaking, and he took out a cigarette from his arms.

The smoke rose up, blurring his face. Maori Kogoro squinted his eyes slightly, took a deep puff of smoke, and then slowly exhaled. The smoke spread in the air with a hint of bitterness.

Xiaolan looked at her father silently, his hair was a little messy, his stubble was not well groomed, and the whole person exuded a decadent atmosphere.

She still remembered how aggressive her father was as a criminal policeman, but now he was replaced by a tired and helpless middle-aged man.

He just sat there quietly, smoking mechanically and repeatedly, as if this was the only comfort he could find.

The two were shrouded in smoke. Xiaolan no longer said "Dad, smoke less", and Maori Kogoro no longer had to evade the question by saying "The last one, just one".

When Xiaolan asked this question, the answer to the question had already been given.

However, some people were still unwilling to accept it.

They sat facing each other quietly, like two silent statues. The air around them seemed to have solidified, with only a slight breathing sound floating in the air.

The silence of the father and daughter was like an invisible wall, isolating each other from the outside world.

There was no verbal communication, only the inner thoughts were surging secretly.

They sat like that, as if time had stopped in their silence, and they seemed to be waiting for a moment, expecting someone to break the heavy silence.

After a long time, the smoke dissipated.

"I understand."

Maori Kogoro lowered his head.

Xiaolan stood up silently, left the living room, and walked towards her room.

Open the door, close the door.

Everything seemed so natural, without any waves.

Maori Kogoro's body trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the emotions that were about to burst out of his heart.

Suddenly, his shoulders collapsed, his hands covered his face, and he let out a low whimper.

The voice was full of countless grievances, pressures and helplessness, and tears overflowed from between his fingers, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

However, even at this point, he was still trying his best to suppress his voice.

Indistinctly, Maori Kogoro could be heard mumbling something.

"I'm sorry, Ran. I'm sorry. Eri"

In the bedroom, Conan leaned against the door, holding a button bug in his hand, patiently listening to the conversation between the two.

After hearing Maori Kogoro's occasional sobs and unclear sobs.

Conan's mouth corners rose.

Uncle Maori should not apologize to you. (End of this chapter)