I'm in Detective Conan, but it's a chaotic battlefield.

Chen Nuo nodded and walked towards the entrance.

At that moment, the kettle on the gas stove made the sound of water boiling, and Chen Nuo felt that this was not a good omen.

"Have you explained everything properly? I hope it won't affect your investigation?" Xiaolan stood in front of the entrance hall, looking somewhat guilty.

She seemed to think that interrupting his investigation was a bit too much, but she really wanted to know about "Shinichi," so she was caught in a dilemma.

Chen Nuo smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, it's only for a short while, it won't affect anything."

Xiaolan smiled happily, like a puppy being petted on the head by its owner.

Just as Chen Nuo was about to put on his shoes and leave, Shiho Miyano's voice came from the kitchen again: "Darling, should we put onions in the curry?"

"Wait a minute," Chen Nuo called out from afar.

Ran Mouri: "Onions? You guys are cooking?"

Chen Nuo broke out in a cold sweat, thinking, "How am I supposed to explain this? Besides, do you really need to ask me about something as trivial as whether or not to put onions in curry?"

"Well... actually, this case is related to cooking. I was curious about her murder methods, so I specially invited her to cook, hoping to find some clues." Chen Nuo gave an excuse that even he didn't quite believe.

Won't they find out?

No one could possibly believe such an excuse.

"Then you should be careful when you eat later, no, it's best not to eat anything she cooks. Just say you have an upset stomach today," Xiaolan said earnestly, offering him advice.

Looking into her big, watery eyes, Chen Nuo suddenly felt a pang of guilt for deceiving a primary school student.

She's such a kind girl, like an angel.

But then he thought, I'm not Shinichi Kudo, why should I feel guilty?

Chen Nuo turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Shiho Miyano held an uncut onion in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other: "How did the communication go?"

"Well, she and I will just do a quick interview outside, no need to show our faces," Chen Nuo said. "By the way, what did you say about onions earlier?"

Shiho Miyano stuck out her tongue sheepishly, displaying an uncharacteristic cuteness: "I just realized I forgot to buy potatoes. How about we add more onions as a side dish?"

"Yes, either way is fine with me."

"Huh? Didn't you dislike onions before?" Shiho Miyano placed the onion on the cutting board, preparing to chop it with a knife.

Chen Nuo thought to himself, "Why is there still a problem? Why was the original owner so picky about food? My brain isn't working properly."

He thought for a moment and said, "I don't like to eat it, but it tastes different whenever you cook it."

Shiho Miyano blushed slightly: "You smooth-talking guy, how about adding some carrots?"

She turned around and took a carrot out of the plastic bag.

Chen Nuo glanced at it, thinking to himself that he really didn't like this. But he still smiled and said, "Of course, you can add whatever you like."

Just as Shiho Miyano was about to chop the vegetables, she suddenly squinted and smiled, "Oh, how about we cook carrots and onions, plus your head, together?"

"Of course...wait?"

Chen Nuo suddenly sensed something was off about her tone. He followed Shiho Miyano's cold gaze and looked behind him.

Xiao Lan was standing not far behind him at some point, without him noticing.

Xiao Lan had her head down, and her bangs made it impossible for Chen Nuo to see her expression. However, judging from the trembling horn on her head, she should be suppressing her anger.

"that……"

"Shinichi, you'd better explain this to me clearly." She stretched her small feet, which were clad in white ankle socks, and assumed a karate starting stance.

Chen Nuo suddenly felt as if he were surrounded by a hellish battlefield.

Now, saying that he's not Shinichi Kudo doesn't seem very convincing. Ran Mouri would never believe him. But if he doesn't explain clearly, he'll probably be torn to pieces.

And behind him was a "girlfriend" holding a kitchen knife, smiling as she searched for his carotid artery on his neck.

Just as Chen Nuo was wondering how to respond.

Shiho Miyano stepped forward and blocked his way, saying, "He's not the Shinichi Kudo you're talking about. Miss, you've mistaken him for someone else."

Ran Mouri shook her head vehemently: "Impossible, I absolutely refuse to admit I'm wrong. Besides his face and voice, the confidence he exudes when he's reasoning is something no one else can imitate."

Chen Nuo thought to himself that it was because he knew the plot that he was so confident.

"Didn't you say you were just observing at the art museum?" Shiho Miyano gestured with a knife in the air.

Chen Nuo quickly explained, "They wouldn't let me leave, and since they couldn't find the murderer, I just made some deductions along the way."

Shiho Miyano seemed very interested in why he could reason: "When did you learn to reason? Did it just happen suddenly?"

"I already knew how."

"How come I didn't know?"

The two of them started chatting back and forth.

Xiaolan: "You two, stop this already!!"

The girl's angry roar came from the window of the dojo.

The birds on the telephone poles scattered and fled instantly. Pedestrians on the street all paused for a moment, glanced curiously at the gate of the temple, and then continued walking.

A young woman, still charming, stood at the door of a house diagonally opposite the Taoist temple. She shook her head repeatedly as she looked at Chen Nuo's Taoist temple: "That brat from the Da family is probably going to get a beating today. He's so young and doesn't know how to be good. He's actually two-timing."

"You guessed it when that girl asked for directions?" a middle-aged man with a righteous face asked curiously.

"Yes."

"Then why did you give her the address?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled. "I remember you used to send that kid snacks and stuff, didn't you?"

"I not only brought him snacks, but I also helped him clean the dojo," Mrs. Sakurada said with a displeased look. "But when I tried to help him scrub his back, that brat chased me away. Humph, she doesn't know what's good for her. What does that little girl know?"

The middle-aged man quickly chimed in, "That's right, that's right."

Mrs. Sakurada rolled her eyes at him: "Alright, stop looking. My husband should be back soon."

The two entered Mrs. Sakurada's house one after the other.

Soon, strange noises came from the entrance hall.

.

Chen Nuo hasn't been completely ripped out yet, but it won't be long.

After Ran Mouri yelled, she casually smashed the table, leaving a shallow dent. If that force had hit a person, breaking a few bones would have been the least of their worries.

Moreover, there were cold gazes behind him, sweeping over his vital areas as if searching for the right moment to strike.

Damn it, why did I suddenly find myself in a chaotic situation?!

Forced into a corner, Chen Nuo suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh right, when I signed for the milk earlier, I didn't have any money on me, so the lady across the street paid for it for me."

I'll go and return the money to her right away.

In fact, Chen Nuo didn't know that lady at all. It was just that when he was signing for the package at the door, she kept staring at him, so he came up with this excuse to get away.

Chen Nuo spoke as he walked, his main strategy being to catch people off guard.

By the time he finished speaking the last syllable, the front door of the entrance hall was already visible.

Duang ~

A kitchen knife flew precisely over his head and embedded itself in the door.

Chen Nuo shuddered and dared not move.

"I already paid for that carton of milk when I placed the order," Shiho Miyano's cold voice came from behind.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Ran Mouri's small feet, clad in white socks, stepping on the floor as she rushed towards him.

Chen Nuo thought she was going to throw him over her shoulder or something, but to his surprise, Xiao Lan just rushed over and grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving.

"Explain yourself, Shinichi, who exactly is this woman?" She shook Chen Nuo's arm.

Even through the sweatshirt, Chen Nuo could feel Xiao Lan's shape; she was as soft as a miniature marshmallow.

Moreover, because the two were very close, Xiaolan's unmade-up face was almost touching his chin, and her soft lips kept exhaling fruity fragrances that dazzled Chen Nuo as she spoke.

It must be chewing gum, right?

To prevent his thoughts from going further astray, Chen Nuo had no choice but to look away, and what he saw was a pair of small feet wearing white socks.

Xiaolan must have gone back to change her shoes, and even wore socks before coming to find him. But why was she wearing socks?

Hmm... I feel offended.

"Isn't it very soft?" Shiho Miyano's emotionless voice pulled Chen Nuo back to reality from his fantasy.

He looked up.

He noticed that Shiho Miyano was looking at him with a smile, showing no sign of anger whatsoever—if one ignored the other kitchen knife she had somehow produced.

Chen Nuo quickly pulled his arm out of Xiao Lan's arms: "Miss Mouri, you've really misunderstood. I'm not Shinichi Kudo."

However, after being deceived just now, Ran Mouri simply wouldn't listen to Chen Nuo's explanation.

Looking at the stubborn girl in front of her, Shiho Miyano sighed with some self-reproach, then took two steps back to the side of the entrance.

Then she slipped and stepped on a puddle of milk that hadn't been cleaned up near the entrance, almost falling over.

Looking at her series of perplexing actions, Chen Nuo felt as if some kind of conspiracy was brewing.

Sure enough, Shiho Miyano quickly revealed her fangs—

"Ugh, you're so annoying! You still have it on my feet now," Shiho Miyano complained, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

Chen Nuo then noticed that Shiho Miyano had taken off her slippers at some point and was walking barefoot on the floor.

At this moment, she gently lifted her fair little feet, showing everyone the milk that had not yet dried.

Chen Nuo was dumbfounded.

Shiho Miyano's milk is different from regular milk. It is more expensive, darker in color, and has a richer, more mellow taste.

Of course, it's also easier for others to misunderstand it after it's air-dried.

However, Ran Mouri stood in the entrance hall for so long, she should have already seen the milk that Gin and Vodka left behind when they were playing around in the entrance hall, which hadn't yet become suspicious, right?

Chen Nuo looked up at Xiao Lan with hopeful eyes—well, no.