Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"I came alone." Fuheishen nodded, ending the conversation. "And you, why are you here? Xiaolan, could it be that you...?"

"No, no, no." Ran raised her hands and shook them. "A criminal that Dad arrested before has been released. That person said he wanted to take revenge on Dad. Conan and I are here to protect him."

“I see... If you don’t mind, I’ll come with you. At least I’ll have some protection.” Fuheshen’er nodded.

“This is very dangerous,” Ran Mouri said.

Although Xiaolan was very grateful for what the other party did, who knew what methods the criminal might use?

“It’s alright.” Fuhejin replied to Ran Mouri, jokingly, in this world, with his abilities, he was practically a god!

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Fushiguro." Kogoro Mouri hadn't really taken the matter to heart, but seeing how serious the other party was, he couldn't help but feel grateful.

Although Vukshel did this.

However, Conan still harbored doubts about whether the other person was a member of the Black Organization.

This guy's aura is definitely not faked.

Having studied psychology in Hawaii, he knew that this kind of temperament was basically emanating from within.

He is definitely not an ordinary person...

Who exactly are you?

"Mr. Mori, which horse are you planning to buy?" Vöhssen asked.

"I'm going to bet on number eight." Kogoro Mori glanced at the situation. "There's no need to look further, number eight is sure to win."

"Mr. Mori's observation skills are amazing. Although horse number eight is a bit thin, it is still very capable." Fukushige praised calmly, "No wonder it is the sleeping Kogoro Mori."

"Of course! If the odds weren't so low, I'd be making a killing, hahaha!" Kogoro Mouri stuck out his tongue and laughed heartily.

"Dad!" Ran couldn't help but clench her fists as she looked at the distraught Kogoro Mouri.

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri immediately stopped laughing, glanced at his daughter, and looked at Jinji Fushiguro, "So, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course...no." Fuheshen glanced at Xiaolan, then took her hand. "Xiaolan, if you don't mind..."

"No, I mind!" Conan, without thinking, turned green with anger. "Ran-chan minds a lot!"

Good grief, NTR right in front of you.

This person really has no sense of boundaries.

He called her "Xiao Lan" after only meeting her once, and even held her hand. How awful!

Kogoro Mouri was also momentarily stunned by the other party's sudden action. He was about to say something when he was interrupted.

Fuheshir handed a large wad of cash to Ran Mouri. “I just asked Ran to buy some horse racing tickets for me. Don’t worry, I’ll pay the commission.”

hiss!

Kogoro Mouri was surprised by the cash in the other person's hand.

Is this guy really that rich?

Judging from the cash on hand, he has at least two million yen.

Good grief, who would spend two million yen to bet on horse races?

Most people would take out tens of thousands of yen to gamble, and if they won, they'd get a meal.

Of course, the main reason is that he has been running into murder cases lately. He has gained a reputation, but not enough to get cases, which has led to Kogoro Mouri almost going broke.

We can only try our luck at the horse farm.

Conan also looked on in surprise as the cash was handed to Ran.

Not only was I amazed by the other person's generosity, but I was also very curious about what they did for a living.

Ever since he last met the other person, he had been brooding over the Shinkansen incident.

He couldn't figure out the other party's identity, and even asking Professor Agasa for help in finding information didn't work.

There are only two reasons for this situation: first, the other party is an unregistered resident.

The second is a special identity that cannot be revealed to the public, often involving involvement in illicit activities or as an undercover agent for the Metropolitan Police Department.

But it was obvious that the other person's aura almost made it clear that I wasn't a good person.

"Oh, this, this isn't good." Ran Mouri had never seen so much cash before. "I don't bet on horses."

"Yeah, big brother, and with so much money betting on horses, won't the family be affected if you lose?" Conan said innocently.

“I have no home,” Fuheshchen said calmly.

After Fuheshchen said those words, the entire room fell silent.

Conan lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

A few seconds later.

"It's nothing, I'm used to it," Fuheshen'er explained, noticing the unusual atmosphere around him.

It became even quieter.

Xiaolan kept her head down.

Having grown up spoiled by her parents, she could never understand or experience that feeling.

But when she actually heard Fuheshel say those words so calmly, she felt a little sad.

Just thinking about it makes me sad.

But Mr. Fushiguro remains so strong; he's already used to it...

“Help me bet on the horses.” Fuheishen’er broke the atmosphere with a calm expression and said to Xiaolan.

"Oh, oh..." Xiaolan nodded subconsciously, lost in her sadness, but then said, "Mr. Fushiguro, I can help you, but I don't know which horse to choose?"

“You don’t need to know how, just follow your intuition,” Fuhesh said to Ran Mouri. “I trust you, whatever you do is fine.”

The reason for handing it over to the other party was because Ran Mouri has an angelic aura.

It doesn't matter if he loses; he's lost so many times already.

Seeing his serious expression, Ran Mouri nodded... She carefully selected the horse for a long time before choosing number 6.

After making your selection, head towards the audience stands.

Kogoro Mouri sat in a chair, looking down at the galloping horses and shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up, run forward!"

Meanwhile, Fuheshchener calmly watched the horses gallop away, holding a betting ticket in one hand.

Xiao Lan, who never watches horse racing betting, also started to observe seriously.

After a few minutes.

A burst of shouts erupted from the crowd.

Horse number six, which was originally in the middle, suddenly overtook the first horse with lightning speed.

"Damn it!" Kogoro Mori shouted. "What happened? Why did horse number eight suddenly collapse to the ground?!"

"In that case, let's go home," Conan said nonchalantly from the side.

"Damn it, Lady Luck must have been scared away by you." Kogoro Mouri, who saw right through Conan, gave him another slap.

Conan winced in pain and rubbed his head.

Fuheshchen also took a deep breath and glanced at the situation in the arena.

Horse number eight collapsed to the ground due to some circumstance. According to his observation, it was a sudden myocardial infarction and it died.

Horse number six won the championship with an extraordinary speed.

Horse number six wasn't favored to begin with, and the odds were very high, but now... he's made it big!

This was the only time he ever won.

Thinking of this, Fuhei Shen laughed heartily, reached out and rubbed Ran Mouri's head beside him. Fortunately, the horn on her head was soft. "You really are an angel, Ran."

Xiaolan was about to share her joy when she felt her head being patted. Her cheeks flushed for a moment after hearing what the other person said. "Mr. Fukuguro, this, this isn't quite right, is it?"

"Just call me Shen'er." Fu Heishen smiled and withdrew his hand. "To thank you, aside from the commission fee, I'll give you one-third of the winnings."

Kogoro Mouri, who was lost in sadness, immediately came to life upon hearing this and instantly appeared beside Jinji Fushiguro, revealing a pair of adorable big eyes, "Really?"

He hadn't held out much hope for horse number six, but Fuhesh insisted that his daughter choose it.

I never expected to win, especially considering the odds were a whopping 3.5!

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if it were only a third of the original amount.

"Dad!" Ran slapped Kogoro Mouri hard when she saw his expression. "No need, Fu... Brother Shen, you can keep it for yourself. I hope you can change this habit; it won't work."

“You deserve it.” Fuheshchen’s tone was firm, even assertive.