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

"Shinichi, what are you doing?" Ran also heard the voice, her expression a mixture of sadness and anger.

"I'm... huffing and puffing... investigating a case in London." Conan realized his tone was a bit off and quickly explained, "Just now, huffing and puffing, I was chasing a criminal, huffing and puffing, running."

Fuheshen took a deep breath and placed his hand on Xiaolan's shoulder. "My condolences."

He was referring to Xiaolan's father.

Xiaolan's eyes were full of helplessness.

Conan, seeing that Shigehiro Fushiguro was about to make a move on Ran, immediately hung up the phone and ran towards the car.

"Shinichi, why did he die so quickly?" Ran almost cried again, feeling wronged.

"Perhaps... they are interrogating a prisoner?" Fuheshel gave an ambiguous answer.

clap clap clap!

clap clap clap!

The sound of fists pounding could be heard outside the car.

Ran wiped away her tears, opened the car door, and outside stood Conan, his clothes disheveled from running so fast.

Seeing Conan's expression, Fushiguro remained silent...

"Ran-chan..." Conan's eyes were bloodshot, wanting to question something, but upon seeing Ran, he managed a weak smile, his voice softening, "You, what were you doing in there...?"

Conan suddenly froze halfway through his speech.

Xiaolan's eyes were red, indicating that she had just been crying.

Moreover, he was holding banknotes in his hand, and the amount seemed to be quite substantial.

In addition, Fuhesh'er's hand was on Lan's shoulder.

That despicable Shen Er used that evil money to force Lan to do something unspeakable.

He was absolutely certain that Fuheshen was a scumbag with extremely bad behavior and attitude!

Conan's glasses shimmered with irregular white halos.

He suddenly remembered a famous Sherlock Holmes quote that Aso Goge had told him on Moonshadow Island.

When the law fails to deliver true justice, the private trial becomes supreme.

Since no one can judge this scumbag, and there is no law to punish him.

So... he, Detective Conan, used the shoes invented by Professor Agasa to punish him!

Hiss, such a strong killing intent.

Fuheishen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Conan, why did you run downstairs?" Ran put aside her sadness, got out of the car, and weakly forced a smile as she patted Conan's head.

The Conan glasses, which were squatting on the ground, flashed irregular white light.

Even after being bullied by that guy Fuheishen, she still forced a smile so as not to worry him?

If he doesn't do something, he'll really be letting down the name Shinichi Kudo!

Even after being deceived, did you still restrain your emotions and consider the feelings of others?

Ignoring the malice around him, Fukushiro looked at Ran Mouri with a calm expression.

He got out of the driver's seat and lifted Conan up.

"Let me go, you damned Shen! Let me go! What did you do to Ran-chan?!" Conan's face trembled with rage, his entire face flushed red, and his hands and feet kicked and thrashed about.

Ran was puzzled as to why Conan was so angry.

Fukushi reached out and touched Conan's forehead. "It's a little hot. He probably has a fever."

"Why did you suddenly get a fever?" Ran composed herself and reached out to touch Conan's forehead.

Conan wanted to say something, but his voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how to say it...

What's with this strange sense of déjà vu?

It's like a heartwarming scene of a married couple caring for their child's health.

Conan looked up at Ran and Shinobu Fushiguro, and an indescribable sense of frustration rushed to his mind. His head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

"He's asleep..." Fukushige reached out a hand to straighten Conan's head, but it instantly went limp and he fell to the side.

"Is that so?" Xiaolan was stunned. It was obvious that he had fainted from a high fever.

“It’s obvious.” Fuheshen carefully examined Conan. “It’s normal for a child to fall asleep suddenly, especially with a cold. Look, his breathing is very even.”

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of mineral water and sleeping pills from the car, pinched Conan's mouth, and swallowed the pills.

"I've given him his medicine now, he'll be fine after a nap," Fuheshen said calmly.

"..." Xiao Lan, who was originally a little anxious, heard what Shen Er said and saw him feeding her medicine... It's quite reasonable for a child to be sleepy, isn't it?

"I'll take Conan upstairs. Wait for me in the car; it's unlocked." After saying this, Fukushiro carried Conan upstairs.

Ran was taken aback at first. She had originally intended to go and take care of Conan, but upon hearing Shen's somewhat authoritative tone, it seemed that something was amiss...

"Don't worry." Fukushiro glanced at Ran. "What Conan really needs is rest."

After saying that, he ignored Xiaolan, who was standing there, and walked upstairs.

He pushed open the door to the detective agency, but he didn't know where Conan's room was.

The only place to sleep right now is on the sofa, but... Kogoro Mouri has taken it.

Kind-hearted Fushiguro Jinji naturally wouldn't let Conan sleep on the ground; he deliberately placed Conan on Kogoro Mouri's stomach.

This way, Kogoro Mouri won't catch a cold, and Conan can sleep more comfortably... It's perfect.

After dealing with Conan, Fushiguro Jinji went downstairs, bought a cup of green tea at the Poirot Cafe downstairs, and walked towards his car.

At this moment, Xiaolan was leaning against the car, one hand wrapped around her arm, her head down, making it impossible to see her expression.

But it's quite obvious that there are a few more teardrops on the ground.

She desperately hoped it was just a misunderstanding, but the harsh truth was right in front of her...

How she prayed that God existed, so that she could forget...

But, unfortunately, God does not exist.

Tears streamed down her face, falling onto the ground.

Why are you crying again?

The tall, black figure obscured Xiaolan, making her tear stains less noticeable.

Xiaolan pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.

She wanted to vent her emotions, but it's not good to vent your emotions on others.

Xiaolan would never do it either.

She looked up, and their eyes met...

He saw that Shen'erge was calmly looking down at him, holding a cup of green tea in his hand...

Xiao Lan sniffled and looked at Shen Er. No matter what, Brother Shen Er was still very gentle.

Knowing she was too heartbroken because of Shinichi, she bought green tea... (Green tea can calm the mind.)

"Thank you..." Xiaolan took the green tea from Shen'er's hand and took a sip.

It was very bland, but why did she feel a little bitter inside?

Fuheishener: ?

I just bought some green tea, and after taking only one sip, Xiaolan took it away from me.

After a moment of stunned silence, he turned around and went to the coffee shop to buy another cup.

"Brother Shen'er...is there anything you want to say to me?" Xiao Lan looked up at Fu Heishen'er.

"Get in the car, let's go to my house." Fuheishener sat in the passenger seat and looked at Xiaolan.

"No, that won't do, Brother Shen." Xiao Lan looked down at the ground, unsure how to refuse.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Heishen asked with his crescent-shaped eyes. "Don't you want to become stronger? I happen to have some time this afternoon."

Little Lan's beady eyes outside the car...

A slightly embarrassed blush rose on her cute face. Honestly, what was she thinking just now!

Shen Erge isn't that kind of person!