Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

"I thought Dad was joking, but I didn't expect him to actually take us out to play!"

At the Tenkaichi Festival venue in Saitama Prefecture, Xiaolan and Conan followed Uncle Mouri and took pictures of the surroundings.

She originally thought that Maori's so-called trip was the same as before, either a self-driving tour to the nearest hot spring hotel, or going to the beach to see beautiful women under the banner of tourism.

Unexpectedly, this time he was serious! He actually took me on a trip abroad!

"Who said that! I took you on a trip before, too!"

Uncle Maori was like an animal whose tail had been stepped on, jumping up and down anxiously. This girl, why does she always remember the bad things she did!

"Then tell me, when did you bring me along before because of a commission?"

Xiaolan put her hands on her hips and stared at her father.

"Um, when I took you to the amusement park when you were little?"

Mao Li touched his head and said awkwardly.

"Hey, for something like this, do we really need to jump back to our childhood?"

Conan stared at Uncle Maori with his dead fish eyes.

"No wonder Xiaolan gets angry at the uncle all the time. It would be the same for anyone else!"

"When we were little? Wasn't it because I got full marks on the test that you and Mom agreed to take me out? Even later on, when was there a single time we went out to play that wasn't because of Mom?"

Facing Xiaolan's questioning, Maori was a little embarrassed:

"Um, sorry, if I have the chance in the future, I will definitely take you out more often."

"Need not."

At this moment, Xiaolan smiled slightly, revealing her ultimate goal:

"As long as you bring mom back home, that's all!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Uncle Maori refused righteously:

"That woman, why let her come back? I don't want her!"

"father!"

Seeing Maori's firm refusal, Xiaolan couldn't help but get angry.

"Haha, the relationship between Uncle Maori and Aunt Eri is so awkward!"

Conan shook his head helplessly. These two were both more stubborn than the other. Neither of them would give in easily. Besides, with Uncle Maori's personality, even if Xiaolan helped to cheer up her aunt and wanted to come back, he could easily destroy her feelings!

"Come to think of it, Uncle, could this be intentional? Is there a hidden mission? That's not right. If Uncle had a hidden mission, he wouldn't have been living in the office for so many years!"

Recalling the plot in the anime, Conan gave up the possibility that Uncle Maori had a hidden identity.

In the original novel, he might be able to guess Conan's identity, but hiding his identity is absolutely impossible! Whose undercover agent doesn't have to go out on missions, but just stays at home smoking, drinking and chasing idols all day!

Looking at the interaction between the father and daughter, Conan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"Conan? Hurry up and catch up!"

Looking at Conan who was lagging behind, Xiaolan shouted loudly.

"okay, I get it!"

Conan responded and chased after the two men.

"It's the Tenkaichi Festival. That unlucky murderer should be here tomorrow! It's just in time, let's enjoy the festival!"

Recalling the plots he had seen in his previous life, coupled with the arrangements for the festival, a smile appeared on Conan's face. Finally, he could enjoy the day! He had never participated in such a so-called festival before.

"Conan, do you want this?"

"miss you!"

"father!"

"Hey, here we come."

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"Conan, do you want to play this?"

“Let’s play!”

"father!"

"I, I understand..."

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"Conan?"

"Ok!"

"father!"

"......good!"

The familiar conversation happened again and again. At this time, Conan was holding an apple candy in one hand and an octopus ball in the other, and was eating other snacks in his mouth.

At this time, Xiaolan, like him, held candy in one hand and snacks in the other, eating all kinds of snacks.

As for Uncle Maori, he was in an even worse state! He was carrying a bag of goldfish in one hand, a bunch of stuffed animals in the other, and a giant teddy bear on his back.

All of this is what Xiaolan and Conan have gained.

As a top-tier fighter, Xiaolan has a good grasp of her strength. Catching a goldfish is nothing more than a drop of water for her.

She easily took away more than half of the goldfish from the boss alone! As for the remaining half, she only stopped because she saw that the boss was so pitiful.

However, after Xiaolan stopped, Conan's interest also came up. Although his control of strength was not as precise as Xiaolan's at the beginning, which resulted in him breaking a few paper nets, he finally grasped the essence of the game.

Then, the boss's expression changed from relief, to encouragement, and finally to horror, and he easily took the other half of the goldfish.

Well, of course, in the end, because they felt really sorry for the boss, they didn't take all the goldfish away. They just picked out a few of the better-looking ones and returned the rest to the boss.

As for the toys? That's all thanks to Conan.

Although he still focused on karate training in his spiritual space, this did not mean that he had given up on firearms training. Don't forget, in modern society, the deterrent power of firearms is still terrifying.

Kyogoku Makoto can dodge bullets, and Ishikawa Goemon can cut through them, but there are only a few people who possess this ability. Besides, no matter how powerful they are, when faced with a group of gunmen, they still have to run.

Therefore, Conan still found time to practice his shooting skills. If nothing else, at least now, within a range of fifty meters, he can hit the target every time.

The poor boss who had tampered with the gun and the target just watched Conan miss once and then hit the target every time, sweeping away all the rewards he had prepared.

Seeing Xiaolan excitedly taking Conan to the next shop, Maori's forehead was covered in cold sweat:

"Wait a minute! It's almost done! There's more tomorrow night! We'll come back tomorrow for the rest!"

"Is that so? What do you think, Conan?"

Xiaolan thought about it, bent down and asked Conan for his opinion.

Conan swallowed the last octopus ball in his hand and touched his stomach. Hmm, he was almost full.

"I'm almost full, how about you, Xiaolan?"

"Me too! Okay, then, Dad, let's go back!"

Mao Li was relieved to see Xiaolan agreed. If he kept going, not only would his wallet be ruined, but even he himself would be unable to bear it!

The most important thing is that it’s almost time!