Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

"Brother Maori, how about you take care of this brat and stop him from running around and bothering the others?"

Seeing Kogoro Mouri looking embarrassed, Megure couldn't help but sigh.

"Well... ahahaha, it's probably just a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? It's only been a few days! I've already been on more police calls than I did last month!"

"How about, Officer Megure, should we first discuss the problem with this case?"

Maori, who was speechless after being confronted by Megure, tried to change the subject.

"Well, forget it. Tell me, what happened this time? It seems like nothing happened here. It can't be that the body disappeared like last time!"

Megure looked helplessly at Maori and Conan who was standing beside him with a silly smile, and sighed.

What else could he do? He'd just go on the police call! As a non-professional, his career was basically over. But his subordinates were different! Merit was still very useful to them! So, he'd just go on the police call, just as a way to earn merit for his subordinates.

"Well, we originally came to visit the art museum, but when we arrived at the Hell Hall, there was a sign at the door saying 'No Entry'!

Originally, we were going to visit somewhere else first, but Conan had to go to the bathroom. On his way back, he happened to pass by this exhibition hall and heard someone inside calling for help! So he called you."

Maori glanced at Conan, who was hiding behind Xiaolan with a silly smile on his face, and felt a little helpless! This kid really didn't know whether he was a disaster or a blessing.

"I see. Does that mean the crime has been stopped? But what about the murderer? And the victim? Where are they?"

Hearing this, Megure also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as nothing happened! If something happened, writing reports would be enough to give him a headache! He has been writing materials and reports every day these days, and his head is about to explode!

"Well..."

Having said that, Maori glared at Conan, who was laughing even more awkwardly, and then sighed:

"The murderer who wanted to kill was the director of this art gallery. Conan said that when he came in, the murderer was just about to attack. Because the situation was urgent, he kicked the sign at the door directly onto the other party's head..."

"Huh? That curator is still alive!"

Hearing this, Megure was completely stunned! He had seen the power of Conan's kicks before! A sign that said "No Trespassing" and what if the corner of the kick hit the other person's head, would the curator still be able to survive?!

He has already started thinking about how to make Conan's crime become "excessive self-defense".

"This, I am still alive, but..."

Hearing this, Mao Li's face twitched. He had also witnessed the lethality of Conan's kicks in certain situations! Not to mention him, even the three little ones had seen it!

Because of this, Conan's position when playing football has been forced to be changed to goalkeeper! After all, they just want to play football for fun and don't want to die!

"As long as he's alive! Where is he?"

Megure breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the person wasn't dead, it was fine! After all, the curator's goal was to kill people, so as long as he made a little effort, Conan's behavior of harming others could be characterized as an act of bravery.

Of course, I can't tell Conan about this, lest he do something like this again next time! My little heart can't bear it!

"Director Ochiai and Boss Manaka are both over at the staff dormitory!"

Hearing this, Megure nodded slightly, and then he took his men to catch the murderer. Seeing Megure and others leave, Conan also breathed a sigh of relief.

'Fortunately, my actions were not held accountable!'

Honestly, he had no other way to stop Director Ochiai! He could use an anesthetic needle, but the man was wearing armor, so he couldn't penetrate! The only thing he could use was a pair of leg-strengthening shoes!

However, he didn't dare kick anything else! This was an art gallery after all. Even if most of the exhibits were replicas, what if? What if he kicked the real thing? Uncle Maori would be out of money!

Although Boss Manaka is indeed innocent in this case, it doesn't mean he is a good person! If he blackmails me, I will suffer a huge loss!

'However, that old man is really amazing! Even at such an old age, he can still run around in such heavy armor! It really deserves to be the world of science! As expected, relying solely on the doctor's black technology is not enough! Exercise and other things must be stepped up! Otherwise, try asking Xiaolan...'

Looking at Director Ochiai who was unconscious and being carried into a police car by several policemen, Conan began to think to himself.

"Director Ochiai is so pitiful!"

Looking at Ochiai's dejected back, Xiaolan said with some sympathy.

"Why should he be pitiful? What does the boss's business have to do with a museum director like him?"

After hearing what his daughter said, Kogoro Mouri clearly rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.

Conan agrees:

"Uncle is right! Who are you, Ochiai? What does the art museum have to do with you? Please, you're just the director, not the owner! Why do you care what the current owner bought the art museum for?"

And the knight who killed the devil, to put it bluntly, you are just here to watch the gate. As for what is inside the gate used for, what does it have to do with you!

You can't just say you've been guarding the gate for your boss for over a decade and think this is your own place! If you really think that way, why don't you buy the art museum and run it yourself?

As for the falsely accused Kubota... well, he deserved it! But now that he's been arrested, that old man Ochiai won't let him go! He'll be incarcerated for years for theft!

Forget it, the case is over anyway, the incident at the art museum was resolved peacefully, and no one was injured. As for Ochiai, there is a difference between attempted murder and murder. In addition, given his age, his sentence should probably be shorter!

But in this world with a messed up timeline, the length of the sentence doesn't seem to matter! As long as his sentence exceeds one year, it's equivalent to life imprisonment... But what does this have to do with me?

Thinking of this, Conan stopped thinking about this case that had haunted his childhood and turned to look at Xiaolan beside him and said:

"By the way, Sister Xiaolan, could you please teach me karate?"

"Eh? Conan wants to learn karate?"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly:

"But I only know karate. I can't teach others. How about I sign you up for a class?"

"It's okay, as long as Sister Xiaolan guides me during practice!"

Conan said cutely. With a superwoman like Ran here, he wouldn't bother learning from those voluptuous bitches out there! Even if it was Kyogoku Makoto, the number one karate master! Of course, if it was Tsukamoto Kasumi, he might even consider it.

"Is that so? All right then!"

Xiaolan looked at Conan suspiciously, but after hesitating for a moment, she nodded.