Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

"Hmph, you mean we'll become wicked in the future?"

Yukiko immediately seized the opportunity, her slender fingers pinching Lin Xiuyi's waist, increasing the pressure, making him gasp.

"Onii-chan!"

Lingzi glared at him angrily, her little face puffed up like an angry little pufferfish.

She waved her little fists, pretending to punch her brother's shoulder.

How could you say that!

"You have such a strong opinion about poisonous women?" Eri Kisaki asked suspiciously, her gaze behind her glasses sharpening.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully observing Lin Xiuyi's expression.
"Was he deceived or cheated by some woman, which is why he hates that vicious woman so much?"

While questioning her, she also began to exert force with her hands.

"How is that possible!"

Lin Xiuyi was just speaking from the heart, never expecting that Fei Yingli would connect it to the fact that he had been deceived by a woman.

Caught between the three attackers, he winced in pain and quickly raised his hands in surrender, saying, "I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Upon hearing this, Eri released her grip, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.

She elegantly pushed up her glasses, as if she hadn't been the one pinching someone just moments before.

Yukiko couldn't help but laugh, glancing sideways at Eri.

"Glasses Girl is really something else. She got Shuichi to admit his mistake as soon as she opened her mouth."

"Onii-chan," Reiko clenched her little fists and threatened angrily, "Next time you get sick, I'll definitely put something in your water. Humph."

After saying that, she made a funny face, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Xiuyi looked annoyed, rubbing his still aching lower back.

The heavy atmosphere in the car was dispelled by this little incident. Kogoro Mouri and Rei Furuya looked at the scene before them and laughed out loud.

……

Meanwhile, in luxury hotel suites on the other side of the city, a completely different scene unfolds.

Shizuka Horiuchi and Kenichi Nagata were still getting intimate in the hotel, completely unaware that the police had already obtained evidence against them.

Silk sheets were scattered haphazardly on the large bed, and the room was filled with the scents of passion and champagne.

Their clothes were scattered on the expensive Persian carpet, and the crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, enveloping the entire room in an ambiguous atmosphere.

"In my opinion, it would be better to give some of the inheritance to Shingo Horiuchi's parents, that would shut them up."

Kenichi Nagata looked at Shizuka Horiuchi in his arms, his fingers gently stroking the woman's smooth back, his tone tinged with worry.

"Otherwise, if we let them keep making a fuss like this, it might affect your future development."

"No, I won't give them a single penny."

Horiuchi Shizuka lay on the man's chest and let out a cold snort.

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes: "Those two old hags have been finding fault with me ever since I married into the Horiuchi family. I used to have to swallow my anger, but I won't do that anymore."

As she spoke, her fingernails dug deeply into Nagata Kenichi's chest, leaving several red marks.

"But."

Kenichi Nagata was still a little worried, but before he could finish speaking, Shizuka Horiuchi interrupted him.

"Don't worry, those two old fogies can't cause any trouble."

Horiuchi Shizuka smiled smugly, her red lips curving into a seductive arc.

"Speaking of which, I should thank them this time. After getting married and retiring from the entertainment industry for several years, not many people remember me anymore." "If it weren't for these two old folks causing trouble, I wouldn't be making so many headlines."

Her fingers gently traced Nagata Kenichi's cheek, and her voice became lighter.
"Although my reputation is bad now, once this is over, I can hold a press conference, act aggrieved, and get some media to create some momentum. The black can be turned into white, and the bad reputation will naturally improve."

“That’s true,” Kenichi Nagata said, no longer dwelling on it.

Having been an agent for so many years, he naturally knew that Horiuchi Shizuka's plan was entirely feasible.

Many celebrities do this; public opinion is easily manipulated by those with ulterior motives.

The man's fingers continued to roam over the woman's smooth back, and his worries were gradually replaced by desire.

"By the way, that high school detective, what's his name, Lin De? Could he have actually found out something?"

Kenichi Nagata, who was about to start another game, suddenly remembered something, stopped what he was doing, frowned, and asked with concern,

"Judging from the news reports on TV, he seems quite capable."

"Since Nobusuke Fuyuyama has already turned himself in, the police should close the case soon,"

Horiuchi Shizuka's face was full of disdain as her slender fingers traced a path down the man's bare chest.
"What can a high school student like him possibly find out? Nine times out of ten, those reports on TV are just exaggerations."

Before they could finish speaking, they heard a knock on the door.

Horiuchi Shizuka looked up, her hand resting on the man's chest in confusion. "Did you order room service?"

“No,” Kenichi Nagata shook his head, sitting up warily. “You stay in bed, I’ll go check.”

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a door being broken down came from outside.

Before the two could react, dozens of fully armed police officers pushed open the door and cornered the naked couple on the bed.

"What...what is this all about?"

Horiuchi Shizuka was so angry her face turned ashen. She hurriedly grabbed the blanket to cover herself.
"I'm going to sue you! You police officers broke into my home without permission and violated my privacy!"

"Don't rush, Mrs. Horiuchi,"

Officer Matsumoto calmly stepped out of the crowd, leisurely took out an arrest warrant from his pocket, and unfolded it in front of the two men.

"Wait until I finish speaking. If you want to sue us, you're welcome to do so anytime."

His gaze swept over the disheveled couple on the bed, and his tone turned serious.

"Shin-suke Fuyuyama has confessed that you two are the murderers of Shingo Horiuchi. We are now going to arrest you."

The couple in bed were stunned when they heard this.

Kenichi Nagata's face turned deathly pale instantly, while Shizuka Horiuchi stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Impossible. Shin-suke loves me so much, how could he betray me?"

The woman blurted out the answer instinctively, which was clearly an admission of what the police had said.

Kenichi Nagata couldn't stop him in time and could only close his eyes in despair.

"You know he loves you too?"

Officer Matsumoto's gaze swept over the messy bed and scattered clothes, his tone clearly sarcastic.
"Given the current state of the two of you, the more Shinsuke Fuyuyama loved you before, the more he will hate you after learning all this."

"What men can't stand the most is being betrayed by the woman they love."

"Alright, you two, hurry up and get dressed,"

Officer Matsumoto offered a kind reminder, but there was no sympathy in his eyes.

"Otherwise, we'll just have to drag you out. You probably don't want tomorrow's headlines to say, 'Famous actress arrested naked by police,' right?" (End of Chapter)