Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

"here it is......"

The next morning, Xiao Ai woke up from her sleep, looked at the unfamiliar environment, and fell into deep thought.

"I remember my sister hinted to me before that if I encountered any problems, I could come to the Maori Detective Agency to find her..."

When saying this, Xiao Ai seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of bitterness appeared on her delicate face:

"Stupid sister, I told you before, they have bad intentions, don't agree to anything they ask for! Why, why didn't you listen to me..."

Recalling her sister's face, Xiao Ai couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in her heart. However, she quickly suppressed the pain in her heart and began to think about what would happen next.

"Next, I was probably near the Maori Detective Agency. Then, maybe because I walked in the rain for too long, I collapsed on the side of the road. However, I vaguely remember that a child seemed to have saved me.

So, is this the child's home? I seem to remember that something important happened next, but what was it? Why can't I remember it?

Just as Xiao Ai was thinking hard, trying to recall what happened last night, Conan, who had woken up long ago and was just pretending to be asleep, felt a cold sweat coming down his face:

"It's over. I can't let her think about it anymore! If she remembers it, I will really be finished!"

Thinking of this, Conan pretended to have just woken up:

"Hmm? You're awake?"

Ai, who had just managed to remember what happened last night with a faint memory, was startled by the sound coming from the side. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Conan next to her:

"Ah? Yes. Were you the one who brought me back yesterday? Thank you!"

"It's okay! I saw you lying alone in the rain last night, so I brought you back! How are you feeling now? You don't have a fever, do you?"

"No, I feel much better! Um, please, where is this place?"

Ai looked at Conan and asked cautiously. She was going to check out the Mori Detective Agency. She was more curious about the place her sister had mentioned than Kudo Shinichi, who had also shrunk but disappeared.

"This is the Mori Detective Agency."

"Huh? Is this the office?"

Xiao Ai was stunned. She only knew the location of the office, but she had never investigated who was working there.

"Yes, you came to the office, is there something you want to ask Uncle Mori? By the way, what's your name? My name is Conan, Edogawa Conan."

Looking at Ai in front of him, Conan smiled.

Well, as expected, little Ai is really cute! Especially when she doesn't know her true identity and tries to disguise herself as a child, she is even more adorable!

Ai looked at Conan, who knew his true identity and knew that he didn't know his true identity, and he himself didn't know his true identity, and just thought he was an ordinary child. Conan said:

"My name is Gong..."

Just as she was about to say her name, she quickly shut her mouth. No, she couldn't reveal her true identity, otherwise it would bring danger to this family she had only met once.

"what's your name?"

Conan approached Ai with some excitement.

"I do not remember."

Under Conan's questioning, Ai had no choice but to use the legendary amnesia method:

"I don't remember who I am."

"Have you lost your memory?"

The smile in Conan's eyes grew even brighter:

"So you came to me to ask me to help you find your home? But, it would be faster to go to the police station..."

"no!"

Before Conan could finish, Ai interrupted him and then realized that her voice was a little too loud. So, she calmed down and forced a smile on her face:

"Although I don't remember who I am, I vaguely remember that I have no family left! Before my sister died, she asked me to come to Detective Maori's office."

"I see! Then, come with me to see uncle!"

Having said that, before Ai could react, Conan skillfully carried her on his back and ran downstairs.

"What a familiar feeling. Did he carry me like this last night?"

Subconsciously lying on Conan, Xiao Ai's thoughts gradually became vague.

"Conan, good morning...eh? Are you awake? Are you feeling okay?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiaolan looked up and saw Conan and the loli on his back.

"Well, I feel better!"

Xiao Ai finally reacted with a red face, and was about to get off Conan's back, but was stopped by Conan forcefully. He just carried her on his back and put her on the sofa.

"So, little girl, where did you come from? Why did you faint at my door? And why did you resist last night when we said we were going to take you to the police station?"

Maori took his eyes off the newspaper in his hand, glanced at Ai, and asked casually.

"Dad! How could you treat a child like this?"

Seeing Mao Li questioning Xiao Ai in an interrogative manner, Xiao Lan instantly became anxious and punched the desk in front of Mao Li, then smiled and touched Xiao Ai's head:

"Don't be afraid, little one. Daddy has an occupational disease. Can you tell me about your origins and experiences?"

Xiao Ai swallowed her saliva and looked at the iron table that Xiao Lan had punched through. A drop of cold sweat could not help but flow down her forehead:

"No wonder my sister asked me to come here. Is this place so safe?"

"It's okay, Sister Xiaolan is very gentle. Just tell us your experience."

Seeing what Ai was thinking, Conan reached out and touched her hair. It was very smooth and felt great.

Then, Xiao Ai repeated what she had said to Conan before, but with some processing and modification:

Now she is a child who has forgotten her identity and whose only relative has passed away. The only memory she has is that her sister told her to come to the Maori Office before she died.

"Hiss, you have no memory, not even your sister's name. You only remember asking you to come to me? But I don't remember having such a client?"

Maori frowned and muttered softly. He had no idea what to do with this child!

"Aw, what a poor child! Dad, let's take her in!"

As for Xiaolan? After hearing Xiaoai's story, she was instantly moved, so she looked at her father with anticipation.