He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

The conversation was interrupted.

Suddenly, her younger sister, just like when she was a child, threw herself into her arms. Feeling the warmth of blood ties in her embrace, Miyano Akemi was speechless.

"Sister, I will explain everything to you later."

Nestled in her sister's arms, Shiho Miyano's voice was muffled. Suddenly, she looked up and blinked her bright, lake-blue eyes:

"Anyway, let's go to Fusae first!"

"Anyway, let's go to Fusae first!"

Under the same sky, Hotaru, who had just left the school's karate dojo, said the same thing to Ran.

"Shopping can be refreshing, especially when buying your favorite brands." Ying Sheng looked up at the wispy clouds drifting across the azure sky, feeling light and carefree. What a beautiful day...

"Hey, we've already left. Can we come down now?"

Ran stopped in front of the karate dojo. Facing the strange looks from the passersby, her face turned red, and she lowered her head as if she wanted to bury it in her chest.

"what?"

Ying Sheng, clinging to Xiao Lan's back like a koala, pouted slightly: "You said you'd carry me, so you're going back on your word, aren't you?" He raised his drooping hands and waved them in front of Xiao Lan's eyes:

"Don't even think about shaking me off, or I'll have to hold on to you for dear life."

Xiaolan tried to defend herself: "But you said you didn't have the strength to go out, and you're already out now."

"Heh, do you think this is like stamina in a game, refreshed and restored after completing a mission?" Ying Sheng tilted his head and leaned on Xiao Lan's shoulder. "Please, I'm just barely holding on as long as I can still talk. If you dare let go, I'll faint right here and now."

"hateful!"

Xiao Lan's ears turned red, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "I don't believe you. Didn't you just say you were going to Fusha?"

Ying Sheng laughed and said, "It's a fifteen-minute drive, which should be enough to recover for the shopping trip later, but walking to catch a taxi is absolutely impossible. You'll have to carry me there."

Xiaolan's eyes lit up: "So, we only need to wait another fifteen minutes, right!"

With a light step, she was about to retreat into the karate dojo...

pat!

The movement stopped.

Xiaolan froze, glanced at the limp arm hanging in front of her, and quickly turned her head: "Hey, Shuiyue-kun, you didn't really faint, did you?"

no respond.

Oops!

Xiao Lan panicked. With Shui Yuejun's stamina, he might not be able to keep up with her high-intensity training for so long. He said he was forcing himself to stay strong, and he wasn't lying!

"Hold on, Mizuki-kun! I'll take you to the infirmary right away!"

Xiao Lan pursed her lips tightly, ignoring the stares of those around her. She tightened her grip on Ying Sheng's thigh and immediately ran towards the infirmary.

Ying Sheng felt even lighter and more ethereal, as if she were riding a roller coaster.

But in my heart...

Good heavens, Xiaolan is way too naive!

Ying Sheng felt rather helpless and turned his face directly to her: "I said, have you ever ridden a green train?"

"Eh?!"

Xiaolan stopped in her tracks with a look of surprise and delight: "Shuiyue-kun, are you alright?"

"No, I almost died just now, but you woke me up." Ying Sheng looked around. "There's a flower bed over there, let's go sit for a while. Seriously, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Wouldn't it be better to just lie down in the dojo?"

Xiaolan walked towards the flower bed, her voice low: "Dr. Shirai called me. Dad got drunk at the hospital and broke things."

"what???"

Ying Sheng was stunned. After thinking carefully for a long time, he realized that he hadn't done anything.

Yeah, confirmed.

Mr. Mori himself is terrible!

"There must be a reason for drinking during the day, right? Did Dr. Shirai say anything about it?" Hotaru asked curiously.

"They say a man named Amuro Tooru visited him this afternoon, and then got drunk." Ran took a deep breath as she walked to the flowerbed, and exclaimed—!!!

The dust and fallen leaves around the altar were cleared away instantly, leaving it as clean and new as if it had been subjected to a wind-based magic technique.

The afternoon sun was still scorching, but the shade under the trees was quite cool. Ying Sheng got off Xiao Lan's back, sat down by the flower bed, and seeing the lush green grass behind him, he simply lay down and groaned comfortably.

"Amuro Tooru? I seem to remember him... Right, isn't he that handsome private detective, blond and dark-skinned, a pet killer, and a friend of rich women? Is he friends with Mr. Mori?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

Xiaolan looked up at the shade of the tree, where countless emerald green leaves were dancing in the breeze, dappled with golden sunlight. She suddenly smiled:

"Mizuki-kun, do you still remember this place?"

Ying Sheng smiled slightly: "I'm not a goldfish with a seven-second memory, of course I remember."

This is the flowerbed where Ying Sheng and Xiao Lan stood a little over a week ago, on the day Ying Sheng joined the karate club;

This tree is the cherry blossom tree whose splendor has faded.

"Back then, it looked mostly gray and withered. Life was brewing, but you had to look closely to see it," Xiaolan said.

“Yes, and now, it’s truly visibly vibrant with life,” Ying Sheng replied with a smile.

"And what about you, Mizuki-kun?"

"IM about the same."

Current affection level: 5.

Ying Sheng raised her right hand, her sleeve slightly falling down to reveal her fair wrist, smooth as jade.

Xiaolan extended her slender index finger, and slowly placed the tip of her finger on Yingsheng's raised middle finger. It was soft and slightly bouncy, and their temperatures met.

As she slowly traced her fingertips downwards, a ray of golden light fell on her pale pink nails through the gaps in the shade of the trees, revealing a unique and vibrant charm.

Ying Sheng smiled broadly: "Ivy, I remember it. To be honest, I estimate that I will become an immortal being."

Xiaolan's fingers finally landed on Yingsheng's wrist, above the wound she had seen before.

At this moment, her skin was already flawless, making even a girl like her want to mutter with envy and jealousy, but she would never forget it.

She pressed gently: "Does it hurt here?"

"Of course not, it's all healed, hasn't it?"

"I've heard that if a wound is too deep and damages a nerve, it may leave lasting effects."

"Then it's over."

"Eh? What?"

Ying Sheng gently lowered his right hand, grasping her hand before she could retract it, and sighed softly, his eyes lowered.

"Sorry, the aftereffects are acting up."

Xiao Lan blushed slightly, but the blush quickly disappeared. She didn't try to pull her hand away, but just said helplessly:

"I'm serious. I've wanted to ask this for a long time, but I was worried it would be too presumptuous."

"And now?" Ying Sheng asked.

"Now... well, things are different."

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know, but it's just different."

"Ah."

Ying Sheng shook their clasped hands: "You might have a really bad nature."

"..."

Xiao Lan sighed and collapsed onto the lawn: "Let's change the subject."

"Nafsha Painting."

"No, Mr. Toru Amuro."

Chapter 124 Amuro Tooru's Intersection with the Mori Family

"Why don't you just call and ask?"

Hotaru took out his phone with his left hand and searched for the contact number for Amuro Detective Agency.

"Whether Mr. Amuro and Mr. Mori are heavy drinkers, to the point that they drink excessively even when they are in the hospital with broken bones; or whether his motives are impure and it is a vicious competition between detectives, wouldn't it be clear if we just asked them?"

"Eh?"

Xiao Lan muttered softly, "Shuiyue-kun's way of doing things is indeed very efficient."

"Oh dear, Ran, you really are a bad kid." Hotaru chuckled. "So you don't care about Mr. Mori at all, you're just trying to change the subject."

"No, I just... I just..."

"You just didn't think of this place for a moment, and you simply wanted to take care of Mr. Mori, right? That's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

"But I always have to get through this."

Xiao Lan sighed softly, "A drunk father needs someone to take care of him, otherwise something bad might happen."

Ying Sheng retorted, "What's the big deal? It's not like I can't live without you."

"I can't tell Mom about this. I'm not trying to protect Dad's image, it's just... I don't want Mom to worry about these upsetting things anymore. She has her own things to do, and playing with the cat is better than going to see Dad."

“That’s not what I meant. I was saying, why not just hire a caregiver? Besides, Ms. Aida, the psychologist, is there too, she can help.”

Seeing that Xiaolan was stunned again, Yingsheng smiled and said:

"Money was created to facilitate the exchange of resources. If we did everything ourselves, the world would probably still be in the Stone Age."