Conan's Strongest Uncle

It's not that simple. I've watched seven or eight hundred episodes of Conan I don't know how many times. If you give me the theatrical version, I can perfectly solve it for you.

Mouri Kogoro swelled instantly.

Xiao V spoke again: Remind the host that reality is different from the anime world, and the people who commit crimes will also be different. Please take it seriously.

Hearing this, Kogoro suddenly woke up. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Mouri Kogoro came out wrapped in a towel after taking a shower, with red scratches on his back.

The Mouri Detective Agency is located at No. 39, 5-chome, Mika-cho, Mika-shi, Tokyo. It is not too remote or too prosperous. It is an ordinary residential area. It is only a few blocks away from Kudou Shinichi's 2-chome. On the third floor, the first floor is a coffee shop, the second floor is the office area of ​​the office, and the third floor is where Mouri and his daughter live.

The apartment has been built for decades, so the office and the three-story house are a bit old, but passable.

Mouri Kogoro walked out of the bathroom and went to the living room. He looked at the clock. It was past ten in the morning and Ran Mouri's door was still closed.

According to my memory, Xiao Ran should usually wake up at 7:00 in the morning, then work on breakfast, and go to school after breakfast, but now there is no breakfast on the table, and Xiao Ran has not woken up yet.

That's not right, even though today is the sunday (Sunday), Xiao Ran doesn't have the habit of getting up late.

Kogoro frowned, then walked to Xiao Ran's room and opened the door.

Surprisingly hot from the room, Ran Mouri on the bed woke up instantly, with an unhealthy blush on his face.

Xiao Ran meets Mouri Kogoro: "Dad..."

Mouri Kogoro hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to touch it. Xiao Ran's forehead was full of hot sweat and the temperature was very high. Kogoro's concern was evident: "Xiao Ran, you have a fever like this, why don't you speak, such an adult. , Still can't take care of yourself, let's go, let's go to the hospital."

"No, no, Dad, I don't have to go to the hospital. I've already taken the medicine last night, and I'll be fine with a little sweat. Didn't you teach me that, Dad?" Ran Mouri blinked his eyes and clenched his hands tightly. Under the quilt, I don't want to get up at all.

Seeing Xiao Ran's swearing appearance, Kogoro guessed that he would not be able to pull the sick Xiao Ran, so he could only sigh and give up.

Only then did Mouri Kogoro have the heart to observe his daughter, the heroine in the anime, even if she changed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, Xiao Ran is still so beautiful, with fair skin, and her big eyes are still so innocent, completely Japanese. The representative of gentle women.

It's just that even if she was lying on the bed with sweat soaking her hair, there was still a conical protuberance on the top of her head, which couldn't fall down.

Mouri Kogoro turned on the heating, for fear of freezing his precious daughter, and then said gently, "Well, Xiao Ran, you have a good rest, I'll go out and cook for you."

"Dad, let me come." Xiao Ran struggled to get up, but was pushed down by Kogoro.

Just as Kogoro put his hands on Xiao Ran's shoulders, Xiao Ran's body shook uncontrollably.

"Good, be obedient."

Kogoro walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Japan is an extremely macho country. Mouri Kogoro in the original book has not cooked half a meal since he married Concubine Miles, and Xiao Ran cooked all three meals after the divorce, so Mouri Kogoro, who basically followed the script before his memory awakened, was No memory of cooking.

However, Mouri Kogoro, who came from across the country, is not bad at cooking. After all, he is a foodie, so naturally he still knows how to cook.

Open the refrigerator, add rice to cook porridge, add vegetables and meat, not long after, an authentic Cantonese-style assorted porridge is cooked, and the whole room is fragrant.

Mouri Kogoro scooped out a mixed porridge, gave it to Xiao Ran, and left.

After the problem of his internal organs was resolved, Mouri dressed up and went down to the office below.

Xiao Ran was still sweating profusely. Looking at the assorted porridge with all the colors and aromas on the cabinet beside her, her big watery eyes were full of surprise. She picked up the spoon and took a bite. wide open.

"How could Dad make such delicious porridge, I thought it was instant noodles."

Xiao Ran felt better after drinking the porridge, but there seemed to be a hint of gloom in his eyes. He hugged his slender thighs with both hands, and murmured, "Mom..."

The tone of the office is gray and lead, and it looks very old-fashioned. It has already entered the new century. The office is still retro, and Kogoro can't help but frown.

Kogoro lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV, which was a desktop TV of the last century, and the news was constantly playing on the TV.

Kogoro squeezed the beard on the right, constantly absorbing the information on the TV, and secretly thought: Conan, the little devil, has not yet appeared, and he doesn't know when it is, but according to memory, Xiao Ran has already started to enter the second year of high school, that is to say, The plot will start soon.

When he thinks of Conan, Kogoro can't help but get angry. He is not the confused detective in the original book. In the original book, Conan is also taking a bath with Xiao Ran. No, isn't this the introduction of a wolf into the room?

There's nothing good about letting this bastard live in, and he's shooting me anesthesia every day, so it's almost as good as Haibara Ai.

But if Conan is not allowed to live in, the plot will definitely collapse in a mess, and the advantage of being a prophet will be gone.

It's annoying, well, let this kid live in there, but I'll have to tune it up first.

Kogoro was thinking about how to cook Conan when he heard the doorbell rang: ding dong, ding dong.

Business is on the way.

The door opened, and a man and a woman walked in. The man was medium in build and average-looking, and he couldn't even recognize him when thrown into a sea of ​​people.

The woman behind her was wearing a large pink trench coat, showing a graceful figure, holding her hat in her right hand, and her huge sunglasses covered the small half of her face. She looked around cautiously from time to time.

"Please come in."

According to Kogoro's vision, this woman is well-dressed, the material is very elegant, she is obviously a rich woman, and Kogoro's smile can't help but increase.

"Hey, no, the outline of this face is extremely familiar."

Kogoro turned around and saw the poster on the wall. It looked exactly the same. This was Miss Yoko Okino.