The cross-dressing master in the world of Detective Conan

Because Conan noticed someone was spying on Ran while they were at the hospital, he guessed that Ran might have seen his face, so the culprit might have killed her.

Compared to Shiratori's job, Kaoru Kazama felt his was pretty good.

With Tomonari's whereabouts unknown, Kaoru Kazama's job is simply to look for people and investigate.

Officer Shiratori's ears have been through a lot these past few days. Toshiya Odagiri is a rock-and-roll punk who's always running around doing shows, either singing in bars, performing at parties, or playing background music at weddings.

If a rock fan were to follow this guy, it would be fine; I heard he's pretty good.

But Shiratori, being a guy whose interest lies in classical music and who, coupled with the serious upbringing he received, has absolutely no interest in rock music.

However, he was clearly very professional; despite the unbearable hardship, he remained steadfast in his post.

"Dudu, dudu, dudu"

"Who is it?"

"Hello, Attorney Fei. I'm Kaoru Kazama. I've come here specifically to visit Ran. How is she recovering? Is she alright?"

"Ran is much better now. Although her memory hasn't returned yet, her emotions are stable, which puts my mind at ease. Officer Kazama, please come in quickly. Ran is in the bedroom."

"Will going now disturb Xiaolan?"

"No, no, I actually hope someone can talk to her more, so that it can help her recover her memory sooner."

Kaoru Kazama realized that this was the first time she had ever seen a female owner in the Mouri Detective Agency, and it felt completely different.

In the past, if Xiaolan hadn't finished school by the time we came here, this place was basically synonymous with a large-scale garbage recycling plant.

Don't underestimate the amount of trash a middle-aged man can create; he can bury himself in it in no time.

It's much better now, though; the house and the surrounding area are quite clean and tidy.

"Ran, it's me, Kaoru Kazama. I've come to see you. How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm much better, but I just can't remember anything from the past."

"It's okay, don't force yourself to remember, just let it happen naturally."

Kaoru Kazama looked at Ran, regretting that his special ability couldn't cure Ran's reverse amnesia.

"I won't disturb your rest any longer, Conan. Take me to the restroom."

"You know..."

Before Conan could finish speaking, Kaoru Kazama grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of Ran's bedroom.

Despite looking like a seven-year-old child, he is actually a seventeen-year-old high school student who spends all his time in girls' rooms without any embarrassment. He has an incredibly thick skin.

"Why did you drag me here? Is there something you need?"

Kaoru Kazama dragged Conan directly to his room and then closed the door.

Conan is quite open and honest, or rather, he doesn't have that thought in his mind right now.

Kazama Kaoru had thought that this series of actions would scare the innocent young virgin, but unfortunately, it didn't work out.

"I just noticed that Ran seemed to be staring at the photo album. Although she hasn't remembered it yet, don't you think her impression of Shinichi Kudo is much deeper than her impression of us?"

"What good will it do to know? I can't turn back into Shinichi Kudo now, so what's the point of saying all this?"

Conan is always extremely frustrated when the topic of turning back into Shinichi Kudo comes up, and this time is no exception.

This guy, with his hands in his pockets as usual, stood facing the window, his expression full of depression.

If he were to flirt with women like that, he would definitely have a powerful boost on women who have been heartbroken. It's just a pity that he doesn't have that kind of brain.

"In order to help Ran regain her memories as soon as possible, I have no choice but to make an exception and take action. It's time for Shinichi Kudo to appear."

"Are you...are you sure?"

Conan's melancholic look was ruined by Kazama Kaoru's words; he almost thought he had misheard.

"What kind of look is that? Don't forget, I've also impersonated Akemi before, and my skills are quite good."

"But now that Aunt Eri is here, her intuition is incredibly sharp, and she knows me quite well, unlike Uncle who's so muddle-headed. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Conan didn't stop him immediately; instead, he analyzed the biggest difficulties of doing so for Kazama Kaoru.

This shows that he didn't actually oppose doing it, it was just a little more difficult.

These past few days, he's been by Xiaolan's side, and he's clearly felt her different attitude towards him. To be honest, it's very heartwarming.

Even though this kind-hearted girl lost her memory, she never truly forgot the person she had been waiting for.

But he could only hide the truth and stand by as a spectator, watching helplessly as Xiaolan turned out this way, which made him feel very bad.

If Shinichi Kudo really does appear, it will likely be beneficial to Ran's condition.

"Why did you suddenly think of doing this? Did Professor Agasa ask you for help?"

Conan was puzzled. He knew Kazama Kaoru's lazy nature, so it was unbelievable that such a lazy person would take the initiative to help him.

"What are you saying? Xiaolan is also my good friend, okay? I also hope that she can regain her memory soon."

In fact, Kaoru Kazama wasn't telling the truth. He did hope that Ran could recover soon, but the plan to impersonate Shinichi Kudo wasn't his idea.

It was that system, even more lazy than its host, that unprecedentedly issued such a task: to impersonate Shinichi Kudo and facilitate Ran's memory recovery process.

Of course, while he was somewhat eager to pretend to be Shinichi Kudo and date Ran, it wasn't enough to excite him this much.

The key point is that the person being impersonated is a man; that's the crucial element.

If you do the math, it's been a full three and a half months, seventy-three days, and 1752 hours. [Misancious Novel Transfer Station 1 937929266]

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[The Station for Misanthropic Novels 1937929266] hasn't worn men's clothing for a second.

This perverted cross-dressing system had a history of blood and tears when it first came into existence.

During that period, he would even enter a state of post-coital bliss whenever he came across men's clothing; the feeling was simply terrifying.

Now, this perverted system has actually issued a task for me to wear men's clothing, even though I have to impersonate that arrogant Shinichi Kudo, and I will also face quite a bit of trouble.

But none of this could resist the allure of men's clothing. His inner male pride roared and howled; the time had come for him to rise up from the serf and become the master of his own destiny.

From the moment the mission began, it was a declaration that the man named Kazama Kaoru (emphasis added) had returned.

"By the way, the main task you asked me to help with hasn't been completed yet. This is a matter of life and death for you, why don't you seem worried at all?"

"Yes, yes, I'd forgotten. Please hurry, sir, or we'll only be able to collect my and my uncle's bodies."

Is it really that exaggerated?

Kazama Kaoru was somewhat incredulous. Could Eri Kisaki's cooking really be that bad? This was the first time ever that such an arrogant great detective had taken the initiative to ask her for help.

Chapter 191

"You haven't experienced this. It was already like this before they separated. I had the misfortune of experiencing it once when I was a child. I had diarrhea for three days afterward, and I've remembered it vividly ever since."

"Is it as serious as you say? I'll help you."

Kaoru Kazama pushed open the door and went out, intending to help Eri Kisaki and save the poor Conan and the old man.

Of course, as a guest, I can't overshadow the host. At most, I can add a little seasoning to improve the flavor. As for how much it can save the dish, that's up to fate.

But he was really puzzled. Was Eri Kisaki's cooking really that bad?

So how did Uncle Mori survive all those years? Even though they are separated now, for at least ten of the more than twenty years of their marriage, Eri Kisaki was the head chef. How did Uncle Mori survive during that time?

Or perhaps it's because she's reached middle age and her body is failing, making it unable to digest Eri Kisaki's increasingly culinary culinary skills.

Kaoru Kazama walked toward the kitchen, still thinking about this question.

"Sigh~"

"Where's that burnt smell coming from? Could they be simmering arsenic in the kitchen?"

Before Kaoru Kazama even got close to the kitchen, she smelled a pungent odor. There was a bubbling sound coming from inside, probably from someone simmering soup. It seemed like Uncle Mori had gone out, and Eri Kisaki was probably the only one inside.

"Attorney Fei, let me help you out. I'll lend you a hand."

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Kaoru Kazama saw the soup pot in the center of the room, and the sound he heard was coming from it.

Of course, this is also the source of the burnt smell.

Forgive him, but he truly couldn't discern the origin of that pot of dark, murky stuff. It emitted a strange smell, and even its appearance was so...evil.

If Eri Kisaki weren't wearing an apron and a proper women's suit, Kaoru Kazama might have mistaken her for a witch carefully brewing poison. Just by looking at it, you could tell it was hard to swallow. I really don't know how Uncle Mori survived more than ten years of poisoning.

"Officer Kazama, you're a guest, how can I ask you for help? It's all my old man's fault for running off to play mahjong at this time, and there's no one to help me."

Although Eri Kisaki refused, Japanese cuisine is incredibly troublesome, requiring a lot of preparation, and she really couldn't handle it all by herself. Besides, she often ate takeout at the law firm or had her assistant cook for her. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she had cooked, and she was quite flustered at the moment.

"It's nothing. I've been here quite a few times before, and I often help Xiaolan out."

When God opens a door for you, He closes a window.

Now it seems that this is really true. Eri Kisaki is such a beautiful woman, with impeccable looks and figure, but her cooking skills are simply beyond words.

Kaoru Kazama glanced at the soup pot in the center from time to time. He had just heard Eri Kisaki explain that this was a beef soup she had carefully prepared to celebrate Ran's discharge from the hospital.

Needless to say, just by looking at its appearance, you can imagine its extraordinary taste.

After this pot of thick soup, Xiaolan's memory will probably never be restored. She'll be a completely different person, so what memory could she possibly recover?

As they chatted, the two gradually became familiar with each other. To be honest, aside from her poor cooking skills, Eri Kisaki is a very qualified wife, although she is a little assertive in personality, which may be a professional habit.

After all, presence is also important in court. Overpowering the opposing lawyer first can bring a great advantage. Eri Kisaki is a famous divorce lawyer who usually handles divorce cases and fights for the rights of poor women whose husbands have cheated on them. Therefore, she needs to occupy the moral high ground and catch the other party off guard.

However, Uncle Mori's experience might not be so pleasant after bringing this aura home.

However, Kaoru Kazama wasn't like that lecherous old man, Uncle Mori, nor was he a cheating man, so he naturally didn't feel that pressure and was quite engrossed in his conversation with Eri Kisaki.

While she was in the restroom, Kaoru Kazama scooped up a little beef broth with a spoon, lightly touched it with her tongue, and then her expression became quite interesting.

This flavor, how to describe it, can simultaneously blend sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty into one, yet you can still distinguish the differences between them. It uses only normal seasonings, but it can cook up a flavor that tastes like it's made with a combination of Diaopai laundry detergent and Mr. Muscle toilet cleaner. That's genius.

I silently mourn for Uncle Mori from back then. I really can't imagine how he could eat all this stuff, and it's a miracle that he didn't die from poisoning after eating it for more than ten years.

Kaoru Kazama, who had been in a daze for a while, finally came to her senses and frantically poured in seasonings, all of which were strongly flavored, hoping to improve the situation as much as possible.

If all else fails, I'll have to slip away eventually. After all, it's better to die for others than for myself. Who knows how many trips I'll have to make to the toilet after eating this stuff?

After pouring it all in, I stirred Kaoru Kazama's dish vigorously for a while, closed my eyes, and tried my handiwork. I found that the taste was finally a bit normal and there was no longer a laundry detergent smell. Only then did I secretly wipe away a bead of sweat, and the task was considered complete.