Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

The next day, by the roadside.

Although Kogoro Mouri was still wearing the same slightly wrinkled suit, he straightened his tie, making his back appear more upright.

His eyes widened, his gaze becoming extremely sharp, deep, and even carrying a sense of vicissitude.

Sonoko, Ran, and Conan all looked at Kogoro with confusion.

I don't know why he suddenly turned on the screen.

"By the way, when are your classmates arriving?" Kogoro asked.

"We'll be there soon," Xiaolan said.

"Oh."

Kogoro nodded, then continued posing.

Sonoko poked Kogoro's arm with her finger and said speechlessly:

"Our new classmate is a boy."

"A boy?" Kogoro asked Ran. "Didn't you say that the new classmate looks a lot like Rena Mizunashi?"

“Yes,” Xiaolan nodded and said, “but even though he looks like one, he’s still a boy.”

"That's it."

Kogoro was completely exhausted and became dejected again, looking listless.

Conan's lips twitched.

This guy is just too...

“But Uncle Mori!” Sonoko said with a mischievous grin, “We have another female classmate coming along.”

"Female classmate!?"

Kogoro's energy and spirit immediately returned.

Then, looking quite pleased with himself, he straightened his tie and even took out a mirror to admire his bright white teeth.

Xiaolan patted her forehead helplessly.

Sonoko grinned mischievously and waved behind Kogoro, saying, "Matsumi, over here!"

Kogoro's eyes lit up when he heard Sonoko's shout.

He turned around with a bright smile, but the moment he saw Sera Masumi, his enthusiastic smile turned into a perfunctory one.

Oh, it's that boy who just transferred here.

But she doesn't look like Rena Mizunashi at all.

"Is this your new transfer student?" Kogoro asked.

Xiaolan blinked, unsure whether to nod or shake her head.

She began by saying, "Although Masumi is a transfer student, she is not a new transfer student."

Kogoro raised an eyebrow.

What does this mean?
Sera Masumi strode over.

"Uncle, you don't actually think I'm the boy, do you?"

Kogoro Mouri froze completely, pointing at Sera Masumi in disbelief, his finger trembling:
"Wait... what did you just call her? Zhenchun? That name... but that outfit..."

Sonoko couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and doubled over with mirth.

"Oh my, Uncle Mori, that's hilarious! Masumi is definitely a girl!"
She's our classmate, and also a high school detective!

"A... a female high school student?" Kogoro Mouri's voice changed.

He looked Sera Masumi up and down, scrutinizing her carefully.

"This doesn't look like a girl at all! This is clearly a tomboy!" Kogoro Mouri blurted out.

Upon hearing this, Sera Masumi raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Is that so? Detective Mouri, your taste isn't that great either."

"Although I don't wear skirts, I am indeed a real girl."

"Unlike some middle-aged men, who not only have poor eyesight but have also forgotten basic manners, right?"

Kogoro seems to have died.

The high school beauty I was looking forward to is gone.

Conan, standing to the side, rubbed his forehead and muttered under his breath, "That was so embarrassing! That old man was acting like a peacock just now..."

"Kid! What nonsense are you spouting!" Kogoro punched Conan on the head.

"Oh~"

Conan covered his head and looked at Ran pitifully.

"father!"

Ran rubbed Conan's head, looking at Kogoro with displeasure for hitting Conan.

Kogoro snorted coldly at Conan.

This is the consequence of disrespecting elders.

Sonoko hugged Sera Masumi's arm and said, "Msumi, don't worry about it. Uncle Mori is only enthusiastic towards pretty girls."

“It’s nothing,” Sera Masumi shrugged, looking nonchalant. “I’ve heard about Detective Mouri’s personality.”

"Um... everyone, have you been waiting long?"

Everyone heard this and went away.

Hondo Eisuke was standing on the street corner in an extremely awkward posture.

He was soaked to the bone, his once handsome hairstyle now plastered to his forehead like seaweed, and his white shirt clung to his body so transparently that you could vaguely see his black vest underneath.

But this is not the worst.

A muddy, discarded plastic bag, which had apparently flown from nowhere, was hanging from his left ankle, while his right hand awkwardly clutched a dead branch that had fallen from a roadside tree.

It seems that I subconsciously grabbed something to maintain my balance.

"puff--"

Sonoko was the first to burst out laughing, pointing at the plastic bag on Eisuke's ankle and slapping her thigh in disbelief.
"Oh no! Bentang, did you just come back from an expedition to the junkyard?"

Yingyou's face flushed red as he frantically tried to pull down the stubborn plastic bag, explaining with a wry smile:

"No! Here's what happened! I was trying to walk here quickly, but when I passed that construction site, that crane..."

"I don't know what happened, it shook a bit, and then the bag fell down!"

Conan looked at him, his lips twitching. This was truly a strange way to make an entrance.

"The construction site is over there, and you're here. Did that bag fly against the wind and trap you?" Conan asked.

“I just… just had bad luck,” Hondo Eisuke said.

"When toast falls on the ground, the side with butter always faces down."

"When queuing, the slowest line is always mine."

"When I pass by a traffic light, it's always a red light."

Everyone's lips twitched; this was indeed incredibly bad luck. Hondo Eisuke said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's precisely because of my bad luck that I wanted to come and find Detective Mouri."

"Why would you come to me if you're having bad luck?" Kogoro asked, puzzled.

“Because I feel that Detective Mouri is particularly lucky,” Hondo Eisuke said.

He looked at Kogoro Mouri with longing and said:

"Look, someone can actually solve all sorts of problems while they're sleeping! How incredibly lucky!"

“It must be that divine power descends upon you at that moment.”

Upon hearing Hondo Eisuke's words, Conan and Sera Masumi's lips twitched.

It's not some kind of divine power.

It's an anesthetic injection!

Conan noticed that Sera Masumi was watching him, so he quickly turned his head away.

"Listen to me." Xiaolan felt she should explain her father to her:
"My father was indeed known as 'Sleeping Kogoro'."

"But he was just stating the truth with his head down; he wasn't actually sleeping."

Hondou Eisuke clearly didn't believe it, and he asked Ran:

"But every time Detective Mori is interviewed afterward, doesn't he always say he went to ask the police or something, deliberately avoiding the topic?"

Xiaolan said awkwardly, "He was just embarrassed to say it himself, that's why he said it that way."

"Right, Dad."

"Huh? Ah~ Ah!" Kogoro Mouri wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and said:
"Yes, that's it."

Conan quickly stepped in to save the day, saying, "Alright, Uncle Mori, let's hurry to the art museum. Masakazu must have been waiting for us for a long time."

"Yes, let's hurry up and go!" Kogoro said hastily.

He didn't want to be questioned any further.

Conan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

As the group walked toward the art museum, Kogoro Mouri was boasting about the big case he had solved the day before.

However, what he said was very unprofessional, not at all like a good detective.

Xiao Lan carefully reminded everyone to watch their step on the manhole cover.

Hondo Eisuke was in a good mood; he wore a new pair of sneakers today.

Following behind such a powerful force, I shouldn't be too unlucky, right?

Yingyou took a deep breath and confidently stepped out with his left foot.

Just as his left foot touched the ground, a gasp came from the balcony of a house on the third floor above him.

An elderly woman was about to water her flowers when her hand slipped, and a large watering can full of water fell straight down.

"Watch out!" Conan turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

"Whoa!" Yingyou reacted quickly, instinctively leaning back in a tactical manner.

Wow! ! !

The kettle hit the spot where he had just been standing, splashing water everywhere.

Although he dodged the kettle, the lid fell off while the kettle was in the air, and the water inside spilled out.

The full pot of water still drenched him from head to toe, leaving him completely chilled.

Hondo Eisuke stood frozen in place, his newly bought white sneakers instantly turning muddy.

Steam rose from his head, and a smile graced his face: "Heh...hehe...it seems the aunties around here are quite accurate at watering their flowers..."

"Are you alright, Bentang?" Xiaolan exclaimed as she ran back and handed him a tissue.

"I'm fine, Xiaolan, I..."

I'm used to it.

But before he could even catch his breath, his foot slipped.

It turns out that the kettle not only contained water, but also a piece of watermelon rind!

The piece of watermelon rind landed right at Yingyou's feet.

Sizzle—Bang!

Yingyou instantly lost his balance, as if he were sitting on a flying skateboard, his whole body in a "T" shape.

It slid three meters across the sidewalk in an extremely comical manner before finally landing on its bottom, crashing solidly into a telephone pole.

"Ouch, my back!" Yingyou saw stars and slowly got up, leaning on a telephone pole.

Why would someone put watermelon rinds in a kettle?!

Sera Masumi stared in disbelief, "Hey! Is this really something that can happen to a human? Are you cursed or something?"

Kogoro Mouri was about to go over and help him up when he said, "Is walking this dangerous these days?"

Just then, a bicycle parked on the side of the road began to slowly, very slowly, tilt in this direction because the ladder was not properly supported.

"Hey! That car!" Conan shouted, pointing at the bicycle.

But it was too late.

The bicycle fell in the direction that Yingyou had stood up.

Even more outrageous, when the bicycle fell over, a forgotten tennis ball rolled out of the basket and landed right next to Yingyou's feet.

Just as Yingyou was about to step over the bicycle, his toe precisely hooked the tennis ball—

Thump! Clang! Crash!
Yingyou tripped over the tennis ball and fell forward again, flailing his arms wildly, before grabbing the handlebars of the fallen bicycle.

As a result, he not only lost his balance, but also crashed into a giant soup pot in front of a ramen shop, along with his bicycle.

A large bucket of dirty water, used for washing rags and smelling strange, was poured over him.

At this moment, Yingyou's hair was covered in rotten vegetable leaves, his face was smeared with mud, he smelled sour and foul, and he was still holding half a bicycle chain in his hand. His image had completely collapsed.

The whole place was dead silent.

Sonoko covered her mouth, too embarrassed to laugh at her classmate, and hid behind Ran, trembling.

Kogoro Mouri opened his mouth wide, and even dropped his cigarette.

Conan and Sera Masumi also wore expressions of sympathy.

Yingyou wiped the dirty water off his face, gave the stunned crowd a smile that looked more like a grimace, and explained in a trembling voice:

"Um... this... this is usually just a warm-up! I was actually quite lucky today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his foot stepped on a bar of soap, and his body began to lean backward uncontrollably again—

Conan sighed.

"Can you even go to the art museum looking like this?" Conan asked.

Hondo Eisuke glanced at his own body.

This is indeed a problem. (End of Chapter)