Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"It would be bad if he was pestered by a woman of unknown origin." Suzuki Sonoko said with some concern.

"For example, if a widow whose husband died first heard him talking to her in such a gentle tone." Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but combine it with the TV dramas she usually watched and said, "If he keeps pestering her, what should she do?"

These words made the smile on Mao Lilan's face gradually disappear, and she stood there in a daze.

These words reminded Ran Mouri of Kudo Shinichi, whom she had not seen for a long time. Her thoughts began to drift away, and she imagined what would happen if Kudo Shinichi met a young widow while solving a case.

When the widow's husband was brutally murdered, the widow was immersed in grief.

Kudo Shinichi suddenly spoke sweet words to her...

"Ran? What's wrong with you, Xiaolan." Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand in front of Mouri Ran and shouted.

Conan looked puzzled.

Xingchen tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what Sister Xiaolan was thinking.

Haibara Ai watched the scene indifferently. She didn't have so many concerns. After all, the person she had always liked was by her side.

Judging from Xingchen's condition last night, he would not betray me.

Mao Lilan came back to her senses. She couldn't just leave it like this, so she quickly asked, "By the way, Sonoko, you told me before that you go to the pottery class every Sunday, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Suzuki Sonoko didn't react for a moment, and thought that Mao Lilan had become interested in pottery, so she asked: "Why, you are interested in this too?"

"Well, a little bit." Mao Lilan nodded.

"Huh?" Xingchen and Conan looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled. Ran Mouri was going to make pottery so suddenly.

A while later, on the second floor of the Maori Detective Agency.

"What?! You want to do pottery?" Kogoro Mouri was sitting on a chair reading a newspaper. When he heard what Mouri Ran said, he looked up in confusion.

"Yes, Sonoko also did it. The pottery shop she mentioned is called Mino Ceramics." Mao Lilan said happily. She also wanted to make a cup like Suzuki Sonoko and give it to Kudo Shinichi.

Maori Kogoro waved his hand helplessly and said, "Do you still have time now? There is not enough money at home. The rent for the downstairs building will not arrive in a few days."

"If you don't have time, you can just go there after school." Mao Lilan put her hands on her hips and glanced at Mao Li Kogoro with a hint of anger in her tone: "Also, where did the family funds go?"

"Huh?!" Maori Kogoro was sweating profusely, and waved his hand to change the subject: "Okay, I'll sign you up in a few days when the rent arrives."

boom!

The desk took a beating from Mao Lilan's angry fist.

Office desk, HP-100.

Died at the desk, aged six months.

"Huh!" Xingchen and Conan, who were sitting on the sofa, were startled by this scene. They turned their heads at the same time and looked at Mouri Kogoro, their eyes full of horror.

Mao Lilan shouted again: "Dad!"

"Well..." Seeing this, Kogoro Mouri could only helplessly confess that he had played mahjong, secretly drank, and went to horse racing this month.

"Dad, if you continue like this, how will Mom come back..." Maori Ran scolded Maori Kogoro as usual.

In the middle of the conversation, Kogoro Mori also refuted that this was a necessary expenditure of money.

It is also something that cannot be helped.

Xingchen waved his hands helplessly and said, "No wonder tonight's dinner is curry rice."

"I've eaten several meals of curry rice these days. So it's because of this." Conan sighed with a slight twitch of his mouth.

at dusk.

Shuichi Akai, wearing a thick sweater, strolled leisurely on the empty streets, as if he was enjoying the tranquility.

Suddenly, a phone rang in a telephone booth next to him.

He looked around as usual before stepping into the phone booth.

Shuichi Akai did not speak, but just listened quietly to the report on the other end of the phone.

Finally, he said slowly: "I know, they will show up this Saturday, right?"

at the same time.

Gin and Vodka, who returned to Japan after being abroad for a long time, were sitting in a concert hall.

They had just completed a deal with a client who was clueless.

Vodka took out a postcard and said with a smile: "Did you see that? The customer just left with a bright smile."

"He doesn't know that today is the anniversary of his death." After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh a few more times.

"Big brother."

"Brother?!"

Gin had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the stage, and remained silent.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Vodka called out twice, but Gin didn't respond.

He followed Gin's gaze, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Ah, you are looking at the singer who will be performing soon."

"Her singing voice is always so intoxicating, and she is as beautiful as a flower. It turns out that big brother likes this type of girl." Vodka exclaimed as he admired the singer in a dark pink dress at the side of the stage.

"Huh?" Suddenly, he noticed a waiter coming towards them with wine, but they didn't order any more.

The waiter came over and silently placed two glasses of wine in front of the two men.

"This is a bitter martini, which was treated to you two by the singer," the waiter said immediately.

"Oh, then we really have to give her some face." Vodka raised his glass and said with a smile.

When he was about to taste the wine, a cigarette was suddenly inserted into the glass and the wine instantly extinguished the cigarette.

Vodka looked at the scene in front of him and opened his mouth in shock.

"What do you want to do?" Gin looked at the waiter and asked coldly.

"Huh?" The waiter also frowned, looking confused.

"I'm asking you what your purpose is, don't you understand?" Before Gin finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the waiter's hair and pulled him onto the table. With his other hand, he picked up the ice pick in the ice bucket and stabbed it hard into the waiter's head.

This scene shocked Vodka. He didn't understand why he would die for drinking. What on earth was his brother doing?

They are a criminal organization, not a terrorist organization.

However, the next second, the waiter at the table suddenly broke free, and it turned out that a mask was pierced into pieces by Gin.

Gin glanced at Vermouth coldly and said in a cold voice: "Vermouth..."

Vermouth looked at Gin and said with a smile: "Hahaha, I'm just kidding."

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously, you look so scary."

Fortunately, the guests and performers around were immersed in the music on the stage and did not notice what was happening at the last row of tables in the concert hall.

Gin sat down slowly and leaned back in the chair. The air around him returned to the tranquility with only music.

Only Vodka felt hurt. He looked at Vermouth, then at the wine glass in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

He hasn't had his drink yet, can he order another one?