In the living room of Mi Haibara's house, Heiji sat up on the sofa. He had stayed over the night before to discuss details with Yukiko and Ai.
Yukiko was still playful at heart and loved making plans, even if it meant tricking her own son.
Mi Haibara walked out of the room, preparing to wash up and then make breakfast.
Although she had known Mi Haibara for a long time, in this identity they were little more than acquaintances.
"The washroom is over there, there are new toothbrushes and new towels."
Mi Haibara smiled softly, looking very gentle.
"Miss Haibara, you're so gentle. Whoever is your boyfriend must be very lucky. I'm a little jealous of him."
Heiji stood up and said casually.
Mi Haibara paused, thinking of someone, and couldn't help but smile. "Heiji, you're joking. I'll go make breakfast now."
Heiji just said it casually and didn't care about Mi Haibara's reaction.
At this time, Ai came out of the room.
"Mm, morning."
Heiji patted Ai on the head, then went to the washroom.
Ai squinted sleepily at Heiji's back, a hint of softness in her eyes.
"Ai, morning."
When she heard someone greet her, her gentle look vanished and she replied coldly, "Morning."
Yukiko glanced at Ai curiously, then went to wash up too.
"Ran, why are we having this kind of breakfast today?"
Kogoro Mouri frowned at the plain breakfast on the table.
"No choice. Because of Dad's lack of restraint recently, there isn't much living expenses left, and Dad's commission fee hasn't arrived yet. Can't eat and drink extravagantly anymore."
Ran looked helpless.
"Hey, brat, Conan—aren't your parents out of the hospital yet? Shouldn't they be giving us some compensation money?"
Kogoro Mouri glared at Conan.
"I...I don't know either," Conan replied.
Conan lowered his head and ate, feeling helpless. He thought, I guess I'll have to find a time to talk to Mom and Dad about this. What a headache.
"Hmph, eating and drinking here for free—how can they not give us some compensation? What's their phone number? I'll call them," Kogoro Mouri grumbled.
"Dad, this isn't very good."
Ran glared at Kogoro Mouri.
"What's not good? If not for this brat being here, I would be living much more freely." Kogoro Mouri looked unhappy.
He thought, Uncle, if you drank less and stopped playing pachinko, you'd have more money.
"That's basically your problem, Dad."
Ran quietly cleaned up the dishes and went into the kitchen.
Kogoro Mouri stared at Conan. "Brat, remember to tell your mom and dad to give us some money."
Conan sighed inwardly. I'm just a kid, and Uncle is actually asking me for money.
Knock knock~~!!!
Suddenly, someone knocked on the agency door.
"Conan, go open the door, you little brat."
Kogoro Mouri stared at the TV.
Conan stood up and opened the door: "Hello, this is the Mouri Detective Agency."
A heavyset woman in a red coat, with a round face and glasses, stood outside the door.
"Oh my, Conan, haven't seen you for a long time. Did you miss me?"
When she saw Conan, the woman became very cheerful and smiled brightly.
Who is this lady? Conan wondered.
Conan looked at the woman in confusion.
"Hello, may I ask who you are looking for?"
Ran walked out of the kitchen and greeted politely.
"Oh my, seeing Conan I forgot to introduce myself. This is my business card."
The woman, wearing gloves, handed a business card to Ran.
"Fumiyo Edogawa? She has the same last name as Conan," Ran said, surprised.
Looking at the business card, Ran looked surprised.
"That's natural, because I am Conan's mother."
Fumiyo Edogawa said cheerfully.
Conan was shocked, staring at Fumiyo Edogawa in disbelief. Impossible, he thought. Conan Edogawa is a fake identity—I don't have a real mother or father here. Who is this woman? What does she want?
He stood there frozen, mind racing.
"Did Conan's mother come?"
Kogoro Mouri's dazed spirit sobered instantly. He jumped up from the chair abruptly and ran quickly to the door.
"Hello, my name is Kogoro Mouri. I have been taking in Conan all along, and treat him very well too."
He clasped his hands together and rubbed them quickly, looking exactly like a money-grubber.
"Hehehe, I've heard of you. You are a famous detective, thank you very much for taking care of Conan."
The fat woman bowed slightly to Kogoro Mouri.
"Not at all, are your injuries better?"
"Injuries?" Fumiyo Edogawa paused, then chuckled: "Yes, much better already."
[Who exactly is she? Could she be from that organization?]
Conan kept a close eye on Fumiyo Edogawa, feeling uneasy.
"So, are you here to take Conan away?"
Kogoro Mouri looked at Fumiyo Edogawa expectantly.
"Yes, that's exactly my plan."
When he heard this, Kogoro Mouri's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands. "Then, about that compensation money... will you pay us?"
Ran was mortified and glared sharply at Kogoro Mouri.
"What do you know? If I don't get some, I won't even be able to drink alcohol."
Fumiyo Edogawa paused, then chuckled: "No problem, but I didn't bring money. Can I give it to you in two days?"
"Of course no problem, welcome to come anytime."
Kogoro Mouri was overjoyed inside.
"Conan, let's go."
Fumiyo Edogawa grabbed Conan's hand and looked at Kogoro Mouri and Ran cheerfully: "Then we'll go back first."
"Let me see you off."
Ran prepared to go out.
"I'll see you off too."
She was like a money tree—Kogoro Mouri wasn't about to let her go easily.
A Mazda was parked by the roadside.
"Conan, make sure to call often, okay?" Ran said, a bit reluctant.
"Um, remember the compensation money, Ms. Fumiyo." Kogoro Mouri reminded.
"Hehe, don't worry, I will."
Fumiyo Edogawa helped Conan get into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.
"Then, we'll be going first."
The car started, and Ran and Kogoro Mouri watched as it drove away.
Conan sat quietly in the passenger seat. Fumiyo Edogawa was silent too.
"Who exactly are you?"
His voice no longer sounded like a child—it was full of seriousness.
"Hehe, I am your mother, don't you even recognize your mother?" Fumiyo Edogawa said cheerfully.
"Hmph, there is no person named Fumiyo Edogawa at all. Who exactly are you?"
Many thoughts raced through Conan's mind. I didn't run away before because I didn't want to get Ran and the others involved. But now I have to escape. If I get caught, I might lose my life.
"Don't move."
Suddenly, he felt the cold barrel of a gun press against his head.
Conan broke out in a cold sweat.
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