Model worker and his little darling

The next day.

Seeing Ran's red and swollen eyes, Uncle Mori glared at Conan before composed himself.

Looking at Conan with a serious expression, he said, "From now on, you are Conan Edogawa. You are the child of Shinichi Kudo's relatives, and you are staying at my house. As for Shinichi Kudo, he is already dead."

To be honest, this is a very troublesome kid.

But now that the Kudo couple has passed away, the only people close to this kid are them and Professor Agasa. At this point, he can't possibly throw Conan out.

Even if Conan leaves, the past relationships won't be so easily erased.

The matter between the Kudo couple is already a done deal and cannot be changed.

Whether it's a friend or an old classmate, he will take good care of this kid.

Conan paused for a moment, then nodded.

He had considered leaving, but in his current state, there was nothing he could do. Besides, he had nowhere to go. Staying at Professor Agasa's house or Ran's house was practically the same, because their entanglements were already too deep.

"The most important thing for you right now is to be a real kid and go to school properly. Some things are important, but not all of them are."

Conan looked at Uncle Mori and said seriously, "Yes, Uncle, I understand."

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Mori looked at Ran, his gaze softening considerably.

"Lan, after you go back, you should move in with your mother for a while."

Ran looked at Uncle Mori in surprise, "Dad, why? What are you going to do?"

You know, her father gets drunk easily, how could he possibly take care of himself?

"Don't worry about us."

"it is good."

Xiaolan agreed, but perhaps she should think it over carefully.

Seeing Ran's expression, Conan silently lowered his head.

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"Dingling~"

The crisp sound of a bell rang out, and for Poirot Cafe, Hirai's appearance was not unexpected.

At this time, there were only a few customers in the store.

Having learned that Conan and Uncle Mori had returned, they arranged to meet here.

Conan was very surprised to see Hirai.

Today, Pingqing was wearing a baseball cap, his face was pale, he looked a little weak, and there was a faint smell of medicine on him.

What happened during the time he was away?

"Brother Pingqing, you..."

Pingqing patted Conan's big head. "It's okay, don't worry. Are you alright?"

Judging from his appearance, he's clearly been through a major battle. It's much better for Conan to imagine it than for him to say it out loud.

However, Conan didn't look much better than him; he was listless and his face was sallow.

Conan shook his head. "I'm fine."

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." With that, Xia Benzi served coffee and juice.

"Mr. Mori, it's been several days since I last saw you."

Uncle Mori scratched his head. "Haha... I had some things to take care of recently and went on a long trip."

Minoru Kanakawa, who was standing nearby, also came over. "It's wonderful that Mr. Mori could come today. There's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

To maintain his persona, Conan forced himself to be energetic and looked at the two with an adorable expression, "Sister Xiaozhi, Brother Hanchuan, what's up?"

Just then, a stubborn congressman arrived with his megaphone.

"Hello everyone, I hope I haven't disturbed you. I, Zhou Ping, extend my greetings. I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly and do my best. Please use your vote to help Zhou Ping and this peaceful town achieve further improvement."

After the noisy group of students left, Xia Benzi said with a slightly troubled expression, "I found a cell phone, so I would like to ask Mr. Mori to help me find its owner."

Ping Qing was a bit of a headache. Conan's constitution was too mysterious. He had only just returned, and a case had already come knocking on his door.

"If the owner of the phone wanted to find it, they should have called."

"I answered the phone three times. The first person said it was strange, that I had dialed the wrong number. The second person said it was really strange, asking if my phone had rung just now."

Uncle Mori examined the phone closely. "He probably wanted to use the sound to locate the phone."

Xia Benzi shook her head. "But I felt that the person making the call wasn't the owner of the phone. The third time I answered the phone, the person's tone suddenly changed. 'You're that guy's woman, aren't you? Make him answer the phone, or I'll kill him.' That's what he said."

"and then?"

Xia Benzi said somewhat embarrassedly, "I was so scared at the time that I immediately turned off my phone."

Seeing this, Conan picked up the phone and immediately found the reason. It turned out the phone was disconnected.

This gave Uncle Mori a sudden clue: "The owner of the phone must have been fired by the phone company because he couldn't pay the bills. That threatening person must be a loan shark."

Seeing that Uncle Mori was as unreliable as ever, Conan asked a good question, "Do you remember the person who forgot their phone here?"

He needed to resolve this matter quickly, and he also wanted to know the situation on Pingqing's side.

"I remember he came in in the afternoon, wearing glasses, with a parted hairstyle, and a bit chubby."

Uncle Mori pressed his phone, checking the call log, only to find that no clues had been left behind. The numbers in the phone book were also very strange, not at all like phone numbers.

The names of all the contacts were written in pseudonyms, some with a dot next to them, and some without.

Upon learning that the phone had fallen under the sofa, Conan immediately had an idea: "Maybe he hoped that when the phone rang, something would discover it."

Seeing the three of them discussing their phones, Ping Qing looked around the shop. It seemed it was time to install security cameras. After all, this shop was his now, and having cameras would be more convenient should anything happen.

"Sister Xiaozhi, does the person who lost his phone have any other distinguishing features? Anything you can think of will do."

Xia Benzi thought back carefully, "I remember that person ordered fried noodles, fruit and drinks... and it cost 3000 yen in total."

Just then, a clear bell rang at the door.

Looking back, I saw an old acquaintance.

Yumi from the Metropolitan Police Department's Traffic Division suddenly appeared.

"Yumi-neechan, what brings you here?"

Yumi sighed. "We're here to track down a man, but this is all the clues we have."

He then produced the evidence: a receipt from Poirot Cafe, with a total amount of 3000 yen.

This shocked Conan and Uncle Mori. "Could he be a man with glasses, a parted hairstyle, and a slightly chubby build?"

When Yumi heard Xia Benzi say that she would return the phone to the man, she was a little surprised. After understanding the situation, she said regretfully, "You can't return it to him because the man is dead. He was hit by a truck at the intersection of Third Street. I came here today specifically to investigate his identity."

Seeing that Uncle Mori had come up with that unreliable loan shark theory, Conan quickly shared his own thoughts.