Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

Clausen Villa.

This is a villa located next to Central Park in Manhattan. It has a long history and a superior geographical location. It is a traditional wealthy area in New York.

The exterior of the villa still retains the classic European architectural style. It is elegant and majestic, with exquisite carved columns and decorative lines. The whole building looks no less than a small White House.

It is also located next to an urban oasis with superb natural landscape resources. The villa's courtyard has been carefully designed and planted with a variety of green plants and flowers, echoing the natural landscape of Central Park. Even without leaving home, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, lush trees, and even a tranquil lake.

From the top floor of the villa, you can overlook the entire Central Park and take in the entire park and the Manhattan city skyline.

Here, the villa owner can enjoy the prosperity of the city and the tranquility of nature.

And this is just one of the villas owned by the Clausen family.

A red Ferrari drove steadily into the villa.

American actress Morgana got out of the car while answering the phone.

"Fuck, don't mention it. I'm still furious when I think about what happened that day. If Dad hadn't forbidden me to divorce, I would have kicked him out long ago!"

The beautiful woman impatiently lifted up the big waves she had just made, and her brown hair passed through her fingers, soft and silky.

The security guard at the door bowed slightly, took the car keys from Morganna with a lowered look, and turned around to park the car for the owner.

"Oh, that little brother was pretty good last time... Will he also go to the fashion show the day after tomorrow? Then I can still consider it."

Morgana said as she walked slowly through the door.

The interior of the villa is also decorated in a classic European style. Antique paintings and porcelain can be seen everywhere, which is enough to show the wealth of the Clausen family. The expensive and restrained Italian handmade carpets will not make a sound even if you wear high heels. The woman played with her hair and casually threw her brand-name bag to the maid.

"Miss."

The old butler in uniform walked up to Morgana, bowed, and said, "The master is waiting for you."

Morgana paused in her chatter before whispering, "I see."

The old butler took a step back and waited quietly for Morgana.

"I won't say anything for now."

Morgana said something to her best friend on the phone, then hung up: "Let's go, Dad, what's going on today? Why are you calling me back so urgently——"

Morganna has become independent and now basically does not live with her father Dresser, but owns her own villa in another part of Manhattan.

She would only come back when Dresser was busy.

"You'll know when you meet the master." The old butler had a smile on his face, but did not tell Morganna the answer.

Morgana pursed her lips, somewhat unhappy with the old butler's attitude, but she didn't say anything and followed him upstairs.

When she came to the study, she finally saw her father.

At this moment, Dresser's face was full of smiles. He was holding a young man's hand and saying something softly. Even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened a little, and his eyes were full of tenderness and gentleness.

Morgana paused, then walked in suspiciously, staring at the boy her father was holding.

The other person had blond hair and distinct facial features, but his appearance had a bit of Asian flavor. At the same time, his skin was a little dark and looked very rough, as if it was caused by frequent exposure to wind and rain.

Morgana couldn't help but look a little ugly when she saw the blonde hair.

This immediately reminded her of that woman.

The woman who suddenly appeared and almost stole all her father's attention!

Could it be that... this person is that woman's son? Isn't he in Sakura? Why is he here?

Morgana clenched her fists imperceptibly.

At this moment, Dresser raised his head, looked at Morgana, smiled and waved: "Sweetheart, come and see your brother——"

The young man he was holding also raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him curiously.

There was no trace of haze in those light blue eyes, they were so clear and clean, like the blue sea, reflecting the sun's rays, warm and inclusive.

This made Morgana very unhappy.

Why?

How could this guy live peacefully, knowing nothing? But she had to bear the sins of her father, constantly on guard against the imminent destruction?

Why!

Morgana's expression was extremely ugly, and she was extremely dissatisfied and disgusted with this brother who had suddenly appeared. Almost anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

Dresser could see it, and his smiling face suddenly darkened: "Morgana, this is your biological brother!"

Morgana sneered, her eyes sharp and mean. She folded her arms and looked the blond boy up and down, her voice sarcastic: "Brother? I don't remember my mother giving birth to this thing."

"Morgana!"

Dresser scolded, "He's your stepmother's child! He suffered a lot to come back to me. Don't act like a child at this time, okay?"

Morgana curled her lips and said, "It's not certain whether he is your son or not. Be careful not to be deceived and let others take advantage of you!"

"I can't even recognize my own son?" Dresser slammed the table and coughed angrily.

The young man immediately patted Dresser's back with concern and asked in Sakura language, "Father, are you okay? Did I make my sister angry? I'm really sorry..."

Yes, the boy "can't understand" foreign languages. He couldn't understand the conversation between the father and daughter at all and didn't know what was going on.

"I'm fine." Dresser patted the boy's head soothingly. "It's something that happened before your sister and I got angry. It has nothing to do with you."

"Is that so..." The boy's eyes flickered as he said softly, "In that case, I'd better leave first. You and sister should have a good talk. We are all family, so don't be angry with each other."

"It's okay, it's okay. Just wait here for a moment. I'll communicate with your sister right away."

Morgana understood the cherry blossom language and scoffed at the father and son's hypocritical conversation, almost snorting disdainfully: "The hypocrisy is disgusting."

Dresser pretended not to hear and looked up at Morgana. "Today is his first day back. Can you please be patient and control your temper? You are already thirty years old. Why are you still arguing with a child?"

Morgana was furious: "Dad! Didn't you say I would always be your child? Why do I become unreasonable when he comes? Are you okay? Sure enough, he is just like his mother, a bitch pretending to be innocent-"

"Morgana!"

Dresser was really angry this time, and his face was almost completely covered with gloom, so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out.

Morgana was still a little afraid of her father after all. Seeing that Dresser was really angry, she shrank her neck and said nothing.

The boy just blinked his eyes and looked at everything in front of him innocently.