Ke Xue: Mastering Observation Haki at the start

Maori Detective Agency.

Xiaolan sat quietly at her desk, holding her phone and looking at the photos she had secretly taken of Jiachen.

After losing my memory, it was like falling into a quagmire... Everything around me was unfamiliar.

Until suddenly a hand reached out from above and grasped her... that sliver of warmth.

Thump...

My heart started beating faster, and a warm feeling instantly spread throughout my body.

dong dong dong.

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There was a knock on her door.

Xiaolan carefully put the photos away and placed her phone in her pocket. "Please come in..."

The door opened, and Conan walked in carrying a bowl of soup. The soup seemed very hot, and Conan walked with a limp.

"Ranai-chan, you haven't eaten dinner yet..." Conan gave a childlike, innocent smile.

After everything was completely over... Conan also learned that the culprit committed suicide and was caught, and it seemed that an invisible force was pushing everything forward.

Based on the killer's actions, it's unlikely they'll let Xiaolan go.

But... the murderer committed suicide.

The only person who has been with Xiaolan these past few days is Jia Chen.

Conan might know something, but he pretends to be oblivious.

Even this Sherlock Holmes fan, who has always firmly believed in the law, fell silent.

Because everything Jia Chen did was for Xiao Lan...

Let's assume that "when the law fails to bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge becomes legitimate and even noble from that moment on."

Why did he remain silent instead of turning it over to the law as he had done before?

I remember... that time, Uncle Mori's actions...the actions of the police high command.

Of course, these are all secondary now... the main thing is to test whether Xiaolan has regained her memories.

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Conan is willing to ask anyone for help in order to help Ran regain her memory.

Of course, that also includes his all-knowing father.

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The only answer they got was to test her empathy.

If one's memory has not been restored, then one would show no concern whatsoever for a small child serving hot soup.

If it recovers, then the opposite applies.

Although he didn't understand the point of doing so, Conan did it anyway.

The scalding heat emanated from the rim of the bowl... his hand...

It really hurts so much.

Ran blinked and immediately saw through Conan's intention.

The soup was piping hot from the pot, and no adult would ever let a child bring it to them.

Moreover... there was a towel to protect your hands from the heat.

But the other party did not do that.

He's testing me, testing my empathy.

This is clearly not something Conan, that brat, could have come up with.

The only person who could come up with this solution was his own "father".

After a moment of stunned silence, seeing Conan's face contort from the heat, Ran raised an eyebrow and strode towards him. "Honestly, Dad actually sent a kid like you to deliver lunch."

"You didn't get burned, did you?" Ran took the bowl and placed it on the table, then looked at Conan's hand.

Her entire little hand was scalded and swollen, looking like a pig's trotter...

"No, no, Ran-neechan." Conan withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket.

Ran's concern made Conan, who was already feeling guilty, feel even more guilty.

He disliked these messy tests in the first place, as if Xiaolan wasn't a normal person.

She is perfectly fine and normal; it's just that because of amnesia, these people are like strangers to Xiaolan.

It's normal for a girl to be somewhat wary and aloof towards strangers...

Moreover, Xiaolan has now regained her memories...

"By the way, Ranchi-chan, Officer Sato is out of danger now," Conan said with a smile.

This was originally intended to test whether Xiaolan had regained her memories.

But now it seems unnecessary.

After all, Xiaolan has returned to normal.

"Oh. The policewoman you're talking about?" Xiaolan asked indifferently.

This tone froze Conan's smile on his face, but the temperature of his voice quickly rose.

Xiaolan clasped her hands together, seemingly relieved, and said happily, "That's wonderful!"

"Phew..." Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, my tone just now startled him.

Perhaps it's because Sister Xiaolan has just regained her memories.

After chatting with Ran for a while and finding nothing amiss, Conan skipped out of the room.

Completely unaware... the photo of himself and others at Dorogabi Park on the table was now permanently face down.

Chapter 327 Gin's Past

A few weeks later.

Inside a Black Widow's tavern.

A man with silver hair was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of golden liquid.

Old man 53)907+91.2⑹;

His dark green pupils always exuded a chilling aura.

After having a few drinks, the man picked up his phone and made a call.

"What's wrong, Gin?" Calvados's voice came through the phone, accompanied by clapping and a woman's humming.

"There's a task I need your help with," Gin stated coldly, revealing his request.

"Ah, I'm on another mission right now, I don't have time. You can find someone else." Calvados hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

Gin sat alone at the bar, downing the drink in his glass in one gulp.

This was his fourth phone call.

Since Ran Mouri "regained" her memory, the organization has entered a period of mission vacuum.

The tasks were initially distributed fairly evenly, but Galiano fell ill midway through.

He went on a killing spree, completing all sorts of murder missions until he ran out of them.

That gentleman also specially gave the Tokyo team a month's vacation on June 17th.

Vodka even specifically asked that gentleman for permission to go on a trip with his former university classmates.

This has left Gin feeling quite bored.

The feeling of suddenly relaxing after a busy day is truly indescribable.

clatter..

At that moment, a fresh glass of gin was placed on the bar by the bartender.

"Mr. Gin, you seem troubled." The bartender smiled as she wiped the water droplets from the side of her glass. "Perhaps you're too bored without any missions?"

Gin did not respond to the other party, but silently swallowed the sake.

"It's normal to feel a slight sense of loss after achieving our goals or tasks. I remember my father telling me a story about a wolf that discovered a gap in a farmer's pasture, but because the wolf was too large, it couldn't squeeze in for a meal. In the end..."

The wolf devised a plan. After starving for three days, it finally squeezed inside and ate with all its might. But after finishing, it discovered it was too fat and couldn't squeeze out.

"Therefore, goals shouldn't be rushed; you need to learn to relax appropriately," the female bartender said.

Gin put down his glass and turned to leave the bar.

The female bartender put away her glass, looking somewhat dejected.

Gin strode towards the Porsche, opened the door, and got in.