Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

"Why are you all staring at me without saying anything?" Kogoro Mouri asked, puzzled.

“Brother Kogoro… no, I mean sister,” Reiko took a small mirror out of her bag and handed it to her, “Look for yourself.”

"Wow……"

Kogoro Mouri took the mirror, looked at himself from left to right, and his lips gradually curved into an exaggerated smile.

"I didn't expect that I would look quite pretty with makeup on."

Eri Kisaki adjusted her glasses, her lips twitching slightly: "Are you sure this is what you call beautiful?"

"Of course, I can't compare to you real women,"

Kogoro Mouri looked himself up and down in the mirror, then touched his chest with his free hand.
"This is not bad either,"

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, and thoughtfully pinched his chest.
"Should we add some padding to your chest area? A bigger padding would make you look more feminine."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest to make it clearer for everyone to see.

"Don't worry, it's fine without a pad."

Yukiko leaned against the bar, glancing meaningfully at Eri beside her.
"Some women are always flat-chested, and they still live just fine."

"Stupid fox!" Eri Kisaki gritted her teeth in anger. "What good is being big? All the nutrients go into those two rolls of fat. No wonder you're so stupid!"

“How am I stupid!” Yukiko immediately glared back.

She straightened her back, and her full breasts became even more prominent because of this movement, as if to prove something.

"Alright, stop arguing," Lin Xiuyi quickly stepped between the two. "We're talking about Kogoro right now, so help him check if there are any flaws."

The two women snorted at the same time, turning their heads away in unison, even the arc of their head-shaking was strikingly similar.

They were no longer reliable, so Lin Xiu could only look towards Lingzi and Orikasa Midori.

"There shouldn't be anything wrong, right?" Midori Orikasa crossed her arms and looked Kogoro Mouri up and down. "Although he looks a little strange, strangers probably wouldn't mistake him for a man."

“Kogoro-neechan,” Reiko stood on tiptoe and gestured with her little hand, “your posture is too masculine, be a little more feminine.”

As she spoke, she demonstrated by twisting her waist and striking a charming pose.

"A woman?" Kogoro Mouri scratched his head, a gesture that made his wig tilt even further to the side. "Then should I imitate Ruri's usual style?"

He nodded slightly, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, looked at his good brother with a shy expression, pouted slightly, and said in a high-pitched voice, "So, Shuichi? Am I cute?"

As he spoke, he deliberately blinked his eyes, which were covered in heavy mascara.

"Ugh! Let me go outside and throw up!"

Lin Xiuyi covered his mouth and ran out of the izakaya, making the girls giggle.

The next day after school, instead of doing anything else, everyone gathered at an izakaya (Japanese pub).

"Kogoro, I'm warning you one last time, this is really dangerous."

Lin Xiuyi looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was already dressed in women's clothing and had his makeup done.
You really need to think this through.

"Don't worry, I've been learning martial arts from you for over ten years,"

Kogoro Mouri patted his chest confidently.
"I can easily beat one or two prisoners."

"What if they have weapons?"

Eri Kisaki's gaze swept back and forth over Kogoro Mouri, seemingly searching for possible loopholes in the defenses.

"Why don't you take my wooden sword with you?" Midori Orikasa suggested.

“I don’t have your ability to hide a wooden sword under your skirt,” Kogoro Mori shook his head, took a metal rod from his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, the metal rod stretched out a considerable length with a “whoosh.”

“I borrowed this baton from someone at school today,” he said, waving it around proudly. “Even if they have weapons, I’m not afraid!”

“Having weapons alone isn’t enough,” Lin Xiuyi frowned in thought. “What if a prisoner stabs me?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve prepared for this too,” Kogoro Mouri grabbed Hideichi Hayashi’s hand and pressed it directly onto his stomach.

Lin Xiu touched it and could feel the hard, cold texture beneath the fabric.

"How does it feel to the touch?" Kogoro Mouri asked with a hearty laugh.

"It's cold and hard. Did you put a metal plate on yourself?" Lin Xiu pressed it a few more times unconsciously.

"I'm terrified of dying!"

Kogoro Mouri explained smugly, while lifting the corner of his shirt to reveal the iron plate tied inside.
"When I was changing clothes in the storage room just now, I found a thin iron plate inside and tied it to my body with a rope."

"Even if the prisoner had an axe, let alone a dagger, he would still get chopped several times!"

"That's a good idea," Lin Xiu nodded.

"that……"

Orikasa Midori had a strange expression, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Senior, now that we've confirmed it's an iron plate, please stop touching his stomach. It looks weird..."

Eri and Yukiko had stopped arguing at some point and were now looking at him with the same strange gaze.

"Is it strange?" Lin Xiuyi looked at the girls with a puzzled expression.

“Yes,” the four girls nodded in unison, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed.

Reiko even exaggeratedly covered her eyes, but still peeked through her fingers.

"That's right, you're making me shy," Kogoro Mouri suddenly said in a sweet voice, and even twisted his body dramatically.

Lin Xiuyi clenched his fists, barely managing to hold back from throwing a punch: "Help Kogoro check if there's anything else that hasn't been fixed!"

As everyone was discussing what flaws Kogoro Mouri might have in his women's clothing, the shop door was pushed open, and Inspector Matsumoto and Inspector Megure walked in one after the other.

"Lin Jun, are you really willing to help?"

Officer Matsumoto asked with surprise, his eyes sweeping over the girls in the room.

"Don't worry, we will definitely protect her safety and make sure she doesn't get hurt."

"Is it Ms. Eri or Ms. Fujimine?" Inspector Megure wiped the sweat from his forehead, his gaze shifting back and forth between Eri and Yukiko.

“It wasn’t us.” Eri Kisaki and Yukiko shook their heads together.

“That’s…” Officer Matsumoto glanced at Midori Orikasa and Akane Koizumi beside him, his brows furrowing slightly. “Could it be you two? No, middle school students are too young.”

"Who told you I'm a middle school student!" Akane Koizumi stomped her foot angrily, her face turning bright red. "I'm a high school student too! A high school student!"

As she spoke, she puffed out her flat chest, trying to prove her maturity.

"I'm sorry," Officer Matsumoto smiled awkwardly, "so, it was you."

“It wasn’t her either,” Kogoro Mori said in a high-pitched voice, his back to the two of them. “It was me who was supposed to lure the criminals for you!”

"You?" Inspector Megure stared at the retreating figure of the "girl" who had spoken, his face full of doubt. "Another new person at the izakaya?" (End of Chapter)