Ke Xue: I was raised by them in Mihua.

Before he could think of a name, a nickname popped into his mind first.

Kudo washing machine's best oil, the best tool for the big black rat 203, Hattori Heiji!

"You've come, Xiaolan!"

The old father was naturally very happy to see his daughter arrive.

He received a call yesterday and even specially sent Big Black Rat to clean the house, afraid that there might be something wrong that would worry Xiaolan.

Today, I even temporarily turned down a client and stayed at the firm to wait.

Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest appeared, specifically asking for Shinichi Kudo.

Why are you looking for that brat? What are you doing here?

My surname is Mori! Not Kudo!

But the boy who called himself Hattori Heiji was like a turtle trying to eat a weight, determined to cause trouble here.

He was determined not to leave until he saw Shinichi Kudo, and no matter what Kogoro Mouri said, it was no use.

"You're looking for Shinichi Kudo?"

Xiaolan noticed her father's predicament and took the initiative to speak up.

Do you know where he is?

This immediately energized Osaka Kuroki, who stepped forward and excitedly inquired.

"I'm sorry, I don't know, and neither does my father, so could you please leave?"

"do not know?!"

Ran's answer was clearly not what Hattori Heiji wanted to hear.

He took a few more steps closer, frowning, his already dark face under the brim of his hat becoming even darker.

"I know you. You're Kudo's childhood friend, how could you not know where he is?!"

As he spoke, he tried to grab the girl's wrist and ask her for an explanation.

Unfortunately, he failed to grasp the difference in the two sides' fighting strength.

The moment Osaka Kuroki reached out, Ran, with a cold expression, swept her opponent into the air with a sweeping leg kick.

Immediately following, a spinning downward kick delivered a powerful strike to his abdomen.

Thump—The sound from the detective agency could be heard even in the Polo Café downstairs, showing how hard the girl had exerted herself.

"How pitiful!"

Luo Tian crouched down, looked at Osaka Kuroki, who had fallen into a coma, and revealed a smile that was hard to decipher.

Under his guidance—no, under his patient persuasion—Xiao Lan was no longer the girl who possessed great martial arts skills but dared not use them.

The girl would not hesitate to nip any behavior that posed a threat to her in the bud.

Hattori Heiji's miserable state at this time is the best example.

Of course, this is only for Xiaolan; Luo Tian himself hasn't taken any action yet!

"You asked for this."

He showed no mercy to this Osaka black chicken who wanted to take advantage of the young girl.

A jet-black card in his hand transformed into an imperceptible black mist, slowly seeping into Osaka Black Chicken's body.

The "Brainless Simp Card" was a reward that Luo Tian obtained from Hiroki Kakutani, the number one simp of the plagiarism monster, during the Bandaged Monster incident.

The effect is simple: it can make the user become the first person they see upon opening their eyes and become their lapdog.

Still the same kind of loyal, unwavering, and even brain-dead sycophant.

Luo Tian certainly didn't want such a disgusting sycophant.

Similarly, I won't let Xiaolan suffer such injustice.

He had an idea when he used this tool: to make Osaka Kuroki become someone's lapdog.

Tap tap tap—A series of hurried footsteps sounded at just the right moment on the stairs outside the office.

Upstairs, Conan was diligently working on his workbook as Kogoro Mouri had instructed.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from downstairs.

Driven by his curiosity, the detective put down his pen without a second thought and ran downstairs to find out what was going on.

Quite by chance, just as he appeared at the office entrance, Hattori Heiji, having recovered from the double attack, opened his eyes with a trembling hand.

One was big and the other small, one standing and the other lying down. As if destined, the two met eyes like turtles looking at mung beans.

Conan was puzzled, but felt a strange sense of familiarity with the boy in front of him, whose skin was even darker than his own.

It's like being the same kind of person as yourself.

Hattori Heiji's heart skipped a beat, and a feeling he had never experienced before instantly swept over his entire body.

For some reason, he really wanted to do something for the big black rat in front of him.

No! It should start with self-introductions!

So he put aside his search for Shinichi Kudo and ignored the fact that Ran had just knocked him down with a second-degree kick.

Clutching her stomach and enduring the pain, she moved to Conan's side.

Luo Tian, ​​Xiao Lan, and Kogoro Mouri watched helplessly as an extremely offensive scene unfolded before their eyes.

Have you ever seen a large, dark charcoal fussing over a small, dark charcoal, offering it tea and water?

Luo Tian has never met him, and he doesn't want to meet him!

"Sister Xiaolan, shall we go upstairs and cook first?"

He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little regretful.

He couldn't understand how, when he was trying to cheat others, he always ended up disgusting himself!

"That's true, Dad. Xiao Luo and I will go upstairs first!"

Xiaolan's beautiful eyes were already narrowed to slits, just to reduce her field of vision and prevent herself from accidentally catching a glimpse of that horrible scene.

She knew the big black rat's true identity!

In her eyes, this was just two men... Ugh!

The girl picked up the little boy and rushed upstairs without pausing for a second.

The elderly father was left with a troubled expression, looking at the two lumps of black coal, one large and one small, and shook his head in anger.

This is his detective agency! How can you leave if you're going to be disgusting?!

The thought that these two guys had disturbed his reunion with his daughter made Kogoro Mouri furious.

He rolled up his sleeves and threw the big black rat and the dressed-up black chicken down the stairs.

Chapter 124 Hattori Heiji: Lick to the end, and you'll have everything! (First update)

Polo Cafe, a booth in a secluded corner.

Thrown off the building by Kogoro Mouri, and enduring the stares of a crowd of onlookers, Conan, barely containing his embarrassment, led Heiji Hattori into the room.

He couldn't understand why a dark-skinned man he had just met would be so attentive to him.

It's like those simps who fawn over goddesses in TV shows.

But he's straight! He doesn't do anything gay!

As for Hattori Heiji, she only felt a sense of familiarity and a feeling of shared ideals.

And through his previous self-introduction, he also understood why he felt this way.

This is a mutual respect between detectives!

When detectives are mentioned, Conan thinks of his idol Sherlock Holmes, and then of Holmes' assistant Watson.

Having a reliable assistant would be great!

Especially now that he looks like a child, he really needs a helper!

He wants to solve the case! He wants to deduce the truth!

As he was thinking, he suddenly remembered some unusual posts he had come across while searching for Sherlock Holmes online.

Such as "The Story of Sherlock Holmes and Watson", "The Yandere Detective and His Arrogant Assistant", "The Domineering Detective Falls in Love with Me", and so on!

"Ah sneeze——"

Conan sneezed loudly, a strange and ominous feeling creeping over him.

However, Hattori Heiji, who had already become a sycophant, seized the opportunity to fawn over her and pulled a bottle out of his backpack.

"This is great for treating colds, Conan, have some!"

He poured out some mysterious liquid from the bottle, a smile spreading across his dark face, and handed over the cup.

Despite being annoyed by Osaka Black Chicken's smile and nickname, Conan immediately accepted it upon hearing that it could cure a cold.

Because of the incident where he vomited while eating, he has taken over all the household chores of the Mori family under Kogoro's coercion.

Last night, we were even forced to do a thorough cleaning overnight!

He was so exhausted that after taking a shower, he fell asleep without drying his hair.

Unsurprisingly, I caught a cold the next day.

Conan quickly finished a glass of unknown liquid, only to find that his cold not only showed no signs of getting better, but he also felt a bit dizzy.

He sniffed the remaining liquid in the cup and immediately became furious.

"This is baijiu! You're giving this to a little kid?! *burp*"

The dizzy, big black rat could barely sit up; it swayed from side to side, as if it were about to fall over at any moment.

good chance!

Hattori Heiji's eyes lit up, and he immediately sat down next to Conan.

Even sycophants are categorized into different levels based on each person's personality!

Some sycophants only want to give selflessly, but they'll get angry if they actually get something in return!

Osaka Black Chicken is clearly not included!

Even if he has to be a simp, he wants to be the kind of simp who gets everything in the end!

The items produced by the system were quite powerful; under the effect of the [Brainless Simp Card], Hattori Heiji didn't even notice anything unusual about himself.

Why be so attentive to a large black rat you've just met? He himself gave a perfect answer.

How heartwarming! It's so incredibly heartwarming!

They have the same intelligent eyes, the same dark skin, and even their appearances are somewhat similar!

Heiji Hattori saw a reflection of his younger self in Conan!

Who wouldn't want to be kinder to their younger self?!

Looking at the large, drunken black rat swaying back and forth on him, he revealed a satisfied smile.

……

"Young people these days! They're really going too far with their antics!"

In the living room of the Maori family, the elderly father tasted the meal cooked by his daughter for the first time in a long time, and felt a sense of relief.

However, the horrible scene he had seen downstairs still lingered in his mind from time to time.

After taking a sip of beer with his daughter's tacit approval, Kogoro Mouri couldn't help but complain.

What was said unintentionally was taken seriously by the listener. Xiaolan couldn't help but think of the little horse-drawn carriage game she usually played at home with the little boy and the Miyano sisters.

Her face flushed slightly, and she wished she could bury her head in the bowl.

Luo Tian, ​​who has a flexible moral bottom line, lacks awareness in this regard.

He was taking stock of the rewards the system had just given him.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for turning Heiji Hattori into Conan's simp! You have received the following rewards: Childhood Friend Aura 1! True Sight 1!]