Conan: I can see keywords

Lingchuan realized instantly that it was Conan who solved the case. He then looked at the man with a fierce look and tried to pick up the knife on the ground.

"Pa!" Lingchuan raised his hand and slapped him.

The stunned man fell to the ground, "You..."

"Yuta!"

I heard Dr. Ogawa calling from behind.

Ling Chuan gritted his teeth, controlled his displeasure, and squatted down with a friendly expression, "Little boy, your father is calling you~"

"Eh?"

"Dad~"

"Yuta, I'm so glad you're okay..."

"Lingchuan...Brother." Conan also ran over and looked at him with bright eyes.

what happened?

Lingchuan, who had already suffered psychological trauma from Usagi's stare, felt somewhat uncomfortable facing Conan like this.

"Conan doesn't want my blood, does he?"

He thought fearfully in his heart and stepped back silently.

But he was suddenly pulled by Conan, and felt the resistance from his pants. Confirming that Conan really didn't want him to leave, Lingchuan squatted down helplessly.

"what happened?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

Chapter 16: Ran Maoli's sudden decline in intelligence

"help?"

Conan quickly looked back and saw Kogoro Mouri discussing with Ogawa whether to call the police to arrest the criminal.

After all, no one was injured or killed in this case.

It is an attempted crime.

But kidnapping a five-year-old child and attempting to bury him with his son sounds horrifying.

Kogoro Mori and Ogawa had different opinions, so a disagreement arose.

Conan took advantage of this time to quickly make his request.

"Yes, help."

"Xiaolan seems to doubt my identity. I hope you can help me hide her."

So that’s what happened.

Ling Chuan straightened his expression, "Why would I doubt it? You are too careless."

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Lingchuan is also very curious, how will Conan dispel Xiaolan's suspicion?

We can't let him pretend to be Kudo Shinichi, right?

Unexpectedly, he still overestimated Conan. Conan didn't have any brilliant strategies, nor did he need to prepare any substitute.

He took off the bow on his collar and said, "Here you go. Please use my voice to call Xiaolan later."

Lingchuan: ???

So simple?

Can Mao Lilan be trusted?

After all, she is the detective's daughter, right?

"Is it reliable?"

"Trust me, she will."

Having said that, Lingchuan had no choice but to agree.

Just then, the case behind me had just been discussed and a conclusion had been reached.

Kogoro Mori was finally persuaded not to call the police.

After the prisoner knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, he left in a daze.

Ogawa bowed profusely to Kogoro Mori to express his gratitude, and finally went home hugging Yuta, crying and laughing.

The Maori father and daughter who stayed behind turned around and saw Lingchuan and Conan acting sneaky, and felt a little strange.

"What are you doing? And, you, you are..."

"Hello Detective Maori, my name is Lingchuan, and I'm a friend of Kudo Shinichi."

While speaking, Lingchuan was holding Conan's bow voice changer in his hand.

He did not try to hide it from Mao Lilan, and even reminded her intentionally or unintentionally what he had in his hand.

But at this moment, Mao Lilan no longer has the sharpness she had in the hospital.

She glanced at Lingchuan and then focused her attention back on Conan.

"That's great that it didn't turn into a serious incident." As she spoke, Xiaolan's eyes swept from the distance to the football and the guardrail.

Lingchuan followed her gaze, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the football and the damaged guardrail.

"Conan's shoes are so strong?"

"Yes."

Maori Kogoro didn't think there was anything wrong with what Xiaolan said, "Fortunately, it didn't lead to tragedy. But why did he spend two years sending those flowers and toys?"

Perhaps his question was just an unintentional one and he didn't expect anyone to answer him.

But Conan, who should have been restrained, seemed to be under a spell and continued on his own, "He must be waiting for Yuta to grow up to five years old, because when Tomoya died three years ago, he was also five years old."

When Lingchuan heard this, he almost couldn't control his expression.

No, you asked me to help you cover it up just last second, why are you being so extravagant now?

Looking at Conan's sad expression, Lingchuan was very confused.

Sure enough, the next second, I heard Mao Lilan say sarcastically, "Conan, you really are a famous mystery writer."

Oops!

Conan finally realized what was happening.

He looked at Lingchuan with a pleading look.

Lingchuan's scalp tingled when he was looked at.

In this case, what does it matter if you call me? They are just pointing at your nose and calling you Kudo Shinichi!

Unable to bear being stared at, Lingchuan shook his shoulders and said, "It's getting late. I'll go back first. Detective Maori, see you, Xiaolan."

Kogoro Mori and Ryokawa had not communicated much, so they just nodded politely.

Xiaolan waved goodbye to Lingchuan.

Seeing this, Lingchuan held up the bow-tie voice changer and waved it vigorously before leaving.

However, Xiaolan, who was clearly interacting with him, seemed not to notice the voice changer in his hand, and her eyes did not change at all.

The second time.

This was the second time that Mao Lilan ignored the voice changer in his hand.

Once might be a coincidence, but twice?

Also, the way Mao Lilan acted was as if the voice changer in his hand didn't exist.

How is this going?

Lingchuan turned a corner and disappeared at the intersection.

After making sure that Mao Lilan and the others couldn't see him, he rubbed his temples, took out his cell phone and dialed the number given by Conan.

"Hey, Xiaolan, long time no see."

"S-Shinichi...?"

There was a disbelieving voice on the other end of the line.

Lingchuan quietly stuck his head out and observed the scene in the distance.

He saw that Ran Mouri and Conan were standing face to face in the sunset, and Kogoro Mouri seemed to have entered a nearby store and did not follow them.

After receiving the call, Mao Lilan, who had been questioning Conan with her hands on her hips, was shocked at first and then looked at Conan.

"Is it really you, Shinichi?"

Her eyes gradually changed from disbelief, and finally to... joy?

Lingchuan felt a dull pain in his temple. Seeing the transformation of Mao Lilan, an unbelievable thought flashed through his mind.

"What? Hey, Xiaolan, you have forgotten my voice, right?"

"What a heartless fellow."

What Lingchuan was reading was a script that Conan had written at some unknown time.

It's just a few simple sentences, and as for the rest, according to Conan's instructions, try not to improvise freely.

After reading the manuscripts he gave me, I found an excuse to hang up the phone.

When Lingchuan first opened the manuscript, he wondered if Conan was panicking.

Just saying things like "You are so heartless that you actually forgot about me" or "How are you doing recently" can dispel Mao Lilan's doubts?

What does he think of Mao Lilan?

A fool that he could fool with just a few words?

But now, Lingchuan no longer thinks so.