Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Horiuchi Shizuka collapsed onto the bed, the blanket slipping off her shoulders, revealing pale skin.

Looking at the police officer in uniform before her, and at Kenichi Nagata's despairing expression, she suddenly realized...
Everything she had meticulously planned—her dream of becoming a star, her dream of wealth—shattered in that instant.

……

That afternoon, Lin Xiuyi was wearing a chef's apron and cutting fresh salmon at the workbench.

On the small television screen next to us, the local news channel was broadcasting a striking story.

"...According to the latest police report, actress Shizuka Horiuchi and her agent Kenichi Nagata were formally arrested yesterday morning on suspicion of involvement in the murder of Shingo Horiuchi, fabricating evidence, and instigating others to take the blame, among other charges."

"The case is still under further investigation, and this station will continue to follow up on its developments..."

“Officer Matsumoto and his team acted very quickly,” Kogoro Mouri said, wiping his cup. “They caught both of them so quickly.”

“The chain of evidence is complete. If we don’t arrest them soon, what if they escape?” Eri Kisaki said, rapidly typing on her calculator.

"I never expected her to be this kind of person."

Midori Orikasa watched Horiuchi Shizuka being taken away by the police on TV and sighed in disappointment.

“My mom and I had watched a lot of her TV dramas and movies before. She always played gentle and kind characters in the dramas, and I thought she was like that in real life.”

Just then, the landline phone next to the bar rang.

Kogoro Mouri answered the phone, listened for a couple of minutes, and then handed it to Shuichi Hayashi: "It's Yukiko's phone."

Lin Xiuyi wiped her hands and was about to pick up the receiver.

Eri Kisaki suddenly walked over and pressed the speakerphone button, her movements so fast that no one had time to react.

Lin Xiuyi glanced at her helplessly, and could only greet Yukiko like that.

Yukiko's cheerful and somewhat excited voice immediately came through the phone.
"Shuichi! I have good news for you! Have you seen the news about Shizuka Horiuchi and Kenichi Nagata's arrest?"

"When I returned to the set this morning, the director was busy cutting her scenes."

"However, this is a good thing for me!"

Her voice rose slightly, filled with obvious joy.
"The director added a lot of scenes for me to make the plot more coherent..."

Lin Xiuyi followed up by asking, "Congratulations! But with so many scenes added, aren't you very busy?"

"It's a bit busy, but I'm happy!"

Yukiko paused, then seemed to remember something, and her tone became lighter.

"By the way, Xiao Ling contacted me this morning and asked me to deliver Kamen Rider cards to Yamamura Misao. I've already handed them all over. You can tell him when you have time."

The two chatted for a few more minutes about interesting things that happened on set, before Yukiko said she had to go memorize the new script and hung up the phone.

“See? She didn’t say anything,” Lin Xiuyi said, looking up at Fei Yingli.

The girl snorted, slightly raised her chin, and walked back to her cashier, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, the warm yellow lanterns at the entrance of the izakaya were lit on time.

Kogoro Mouri stood at the door greeting customers as usual.
Eri Kisaki sat behind the cashier, sorting through today's bills while flipping through a thick collection of legal cases. Occasionally, she would glance up to check on things, and her gaze would soften unconsciously when it fell on Hideaki Hayashi. Hideaki Hayashi was in the kitchen frying the first oyako-don (chicken and egg rice bowl). The aroma of egg batter coating chicken wafted out of the kitchen, attracting Kogoro Mouri's frequent peeks in from the doorway.

Just then, a figure wearing a beige dress and carrying a light brown canvas bag stopped at the entrance of the izakaya.

The little whale charm hanging on the canvas bag swayed gently with her movements; it belonged to Yui Murakami.

When Kogoro Mouri saw her, he was immediately taken aback: "Murakami-sensei? You, what brings you here?"

"Can't I come?" Murakami Yui asked, feigning anger.

"Of course you can come! Please come in!"

Kogoro Mouri greeted them warmly, not forgetting to call out into the shop.
"Shuichi! Murakami-sensei is here!"

Yui Murakami smiled and nodded, then walked into the izakaya.

She looked around the shop. There was a handwritten Japanese menu on the wall, several sticky notes left by customers, a small potted green plant in the corner, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and a faint smell of sake.

Although she had known for a long time that Lin Xiuyi would run this izakaya after school to earn money for his college tuition.

When I was following Takeshita Matsufumi before, I even went to the door.

At the time, Yui Murakami was preoccupied with seeking revenge for Naoko Takeshita and didn't come in to check on her.

Standing here in person now, I realize that this little izakaya has a surprisingly comforting atmosphere.

When Eri Kisaki saw Yui Murakami behind the cashier, she seemed to remember something and accidentally dropped a bill from her hand.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her tone was a little unnatural: "Mr. Murakami, you've arrived."

Yui Murakami noticed Eri Kisaki's subtle movements but didn't think much of it, simply smiling and responding before her gaze quickly fell on Hideaki Hayashi behind the kitchen counter.

Lin Xiuyi had just finished cooking oyakodon (chicken and egg rice bowl), and the sleeves of her chef's uniform were rolled up to her forearms, revealing her well-defined, wheat-colored arms.

His face was still covered in flour, making him look completely different from the calm and collected "great detective" he usually was at school; he now had a more down-to-earth air about him.

"You brat,"

Yui Murakami walked to the bar, placed her hands on it, and her eyes were full of mockery.
"This is quite a surprise. I only knew you as a great detective who helped the police solve several cases, but I didn't expect you to be such a skilled chef as well? Judging from the aroma wafting from this restaurant, business must be booming!"

Lin Xiu smiled, picked up a towel and wiped the flour off her face, then poured Murakami Yui a cup of barley tea and pushed it towards her.

"What would you like to eat, teacher? The salmon is very fresh today, and we just made a batch of oyakodon. Or how about trying our oden?"

Yui Murakami glanced down at the menu, tapped it lightly with her finger, and then looked up with a smile, saying, "Then I'll have an oyakodon (chicken and egg rice bowl) and a glass of plum wine, less ice."

"Okay." Lin Xiuyi replied and turned around to pick up the freshly made oyakodon.

Soon, a steaming bowl of oyakodon (chicken and egg rice bowl) was placed in front of Yui Murakami.

The tender chicken is coated in golden egg yolk and placed on top of glistening rice, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion and seaweed flakes, and has an irresistible aroma.

Yui Murakami picked up a spoon, took a bite, and her eyes immediately lit up: "It tastes really good! With your skills, you could run an izakaya and make a good living even if you didn't become a detective!"

Seeing her enjoying her meal, Lin Xiuyi smiled and asked, "Teacher, what brings you here today? You didn't just want to try my cooking, did you?" (End of Chapter)