Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 148 Only Children Love Skiing, Mature Adults Hit Trees Directly

The next day, Conan returned to the Maori Detective Agency with heavy steps, carrying his schoolbag on his back with a gloomy expression on his face.

Bai Shu was looking at the lottery tickets on the coffee table, while Xiao Lan was packing her luggage excitedly in the back room.

Hearing the sound of the door, she stuck out half of her head and said happily, "Conan, you are back, hurry up and prepare your luggage, we will go skiing tomorrow!"

"Huh? Oh, good." After three times of perfunctory, Conan floated to the sofa like a ghost, poured himself a cup of tea in a muffled voice, and poured it down.

On the coffee table is a villa invitation ticket, which was drawn by Xiaolan in a lottery.

Conan put down his cup, glanced at the conspicuous coupon, paused for a second, and became more melancholy.

——It would be great if he was Kudo Shinichi now, so he could have a happy date with Xiao Ran on the snow, but now...

While Xiaolan was tossing around in the room, Bai Shu patted Conan on the shoulder, and kindly enlightened, "You are still young, so be careful."

The corner of Conan's eyes twitched, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

After looking suspiciously at Bai Shu for a while, he lowered his voice and asked, "I failed to become Kudo Shinichi, why don't you seem surprised at all?"

"What surprised me the most is that you didn't become alcoholic." Bai Shu took a sip of tea slowly, "I thought about it for a long time last night, but I didn't understand what it was that made you feel like drinking a bottle of alcohol. Liquor, you can successfully transform into Kudo Shinichi. Could it be that when people get smaller, their brain volume also shrinks?"

"...", Conan stared at him feebly, then silently retracted his gaze and sighed.

I think you're mocking me, but I have no proof.

……

According to the doctor, the failure to grow in size may be due to Conan's body developing antibodies to the alcohol.

Of course, after calming down and thinking about it carefully, Conan felt that this might also be related to his state of drinking—for example, when he drank for the first time, he was suffering from a severe cold.

But in short, no matter how unwilling Conan is, he can only accept the reality and continue to be a first-grade child full of wisdom.

The next day, the ski trip started as scheduled.

Xiaolan and Conan were running fast on the snow, while Baishu leaned on a ski pole and slowly swayed back and forth in a place where there were few people.

Mori Kogoro hid behind a tree and slipped twice. After almost falling, he gave up trying, leaned under the tree with his pockets on, and looked up at the sky at a 45° angle, not wanting to continue to embarrass himself.

However, Xiaolan quickly noticed him. She slid to the side, braked smartly, and asked Mori Kogoro sideways, "Dad, aren't you skating?"

Mori Kogoro's eyes wandered for a while, but he stopped quickly. He cleared his throat and said disdainfully:
"Children love skiing. Experienced adults like us pay more attention to the cloudless clear sky, the pure and sweet air, and this vast silver world... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"What nonsense, you're just afraid of being seen wrestling, so don't dare to skate!" Xiaolan and Conan withdrew their hands from pushing him, and giggled in unison.

Mori Kogoro couldn't hold his feet at all. He slid down the gentle slope dancing and dancing. After trying to turn and failed, he slammed into a tree tens of meters away.

A key slipped from his pocket and fell silently into the snow.

"Mr. Maori, are you alright?"

Bai Shu slid over quickly, looked at him worriedly, and secretly flicked the skateboard twice under his feet, lifted a small handful of snow, and covered the key in it.

Mori Kogoro's nose was red from being bumped. He supported the tree to stand firm, and wiped his face angrily, "Is it because the home is not comfortable enough, or the izakaya is not happy enough, why can't I think about running to ski!"

However, Xiaolan and Conan did not let go of the grief-stricken Uncle Xianyu. After being unexpectedly pushed seven or eight times, and then fell seven or eight times, Mori Kogoro's day of suffering finally came to an end.

Several people put away their ski equipment, left the ski resort, and came to the villa.

However, Kogoro Mori stood at the door and touched for a long time, but he couldn't find the key of the villa from his pocket.

Xiaolan waited for a few minutes, and couldn't help but went up to help him search, of course, there was nothing in his pocket.

She held her forehead and sighed, "How can I lose this!"

Mori Kogoro snorted with little confidence, "Who can blame this! It's not that you pushed me around! ... Ahem, now I can only ask the administrator to send a spare key."

Bai Shu took out his phone and took a look, not surprised to find: "There is no signal."

Xiaolan stood on tiptoe and looked around. There were no telephone booths around, and the nearby villas were all dark, as if they were inhabited.

Just as he was about to walk down the mountain to the administrator's room, a car slowly drove up on the road in front of the door.

The wheels rolled over the snow and stopped in front of them with a crunch.

The car window was rolled down, and an uncle from the Mediterranean poked his head out of it. He took a closer look at Kogoro Mori, and laughed, "It really is Mr. Kogoro Mori! I feel familiar from a distance just now—I often read in newspapers I see your brilliant reasoning. What trouble do you seem to be in?"

"Hahaha, am I acting so obvious?" When fans saw his embarrassment, Mouri Kogoro touched the back of his head in a little embarrassment, and said euphemistically:

"It's like this. We lost our key. We can only call the administrator to ask for a spare key, but there is no signal here..."

"Call?" The uncle was startled, and immediately pointed to his car, warmly inviting, "You can come to my house to make a call."

"your home?"

"Yes, it's very close, that's the one." The uncle stretched out his arm and pointed to a villa built on a hillside a hundred meters ahead:
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. My name is General Dashan, and I'm a professor of medicine at Dongdu University. Today is the day when we live together in the laboratory. A few teachers come here to have dinner together—there are many rooms in the villa. You can stay and eat hot pot together."

For the shivering people who have been chilled outside for a long time, the word "hot pot" is too attractive.

In short, when he regained consciousness, a group of people had already got out of Da Shanjiang's car and stood at the door of his magnificent villa.

This villa was different from the one they had drawn in the lottery: it had a larger area and a more careful design. It was not a uniform commodity villa.

Mori Kogoro looked up, and he blew at the villa: "It's very tasteful! The color and design are great, and the master's ingenuity is everywhere!"

"Haha, Mr. Maori knows design well. Indeed, when I built this villa, I discussed with the designer for a long time before finalizing the current plan." Dashan said that he was very grateful for the sudden flattery.

He came to Mori Kogoro lately, and was about to continue an in-depth discussion on this topic, but at this moment, a car turned from the road in front of them and honked its horn twice at them.

(End of this chapter)