Upon hearing the news that Shirakawa had successfully secured his position, Kogoro Mouri sprang up from the sofa in a flash.
With a wave of his hand, he made the executive decision: “Let’s go!
To celebrate, we’re going out for a big meal today!”
He looked even happier than Shirakawa himself.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than a head poked out from the kitchen: “Dad, I’ve already started cooking.”
Ran Mouri waved the spatula in her hand.
Seeing this, Shirakawa quickly tried to smooth things over: “It’s alright, I’ll treat everyone to a meal when I get my paycheck next month.”
Ran Mouri, like a thrifty little housekeeper, gently persuaded him: “Don’t mind him, Dad just wants an excuse to go out and drink.”
“It’s better to save your salary next month, Shirakawa-kun.
It won’t be too late to treat us once you’re not so tight on money.”
Shirakawa once again felt the gentle thoughtfulness of Ran Mouri, akin to that of a virtuous wife and good mother.
He couldn’t help but inwardly marvel that someone like Ran was truly the kind of good woman suitable for settling down with.
Unable to drink to his heart’s content, Kogoro patted Shirakawa’s shoulder with some annoyance and grumbled in the tone of an experienced veteran: “Managing your money this tightly already?
Kid, you’re in for a rough time later on…”
The implication in his words was heavy; he was clearly still misunderstanding the relationship between Shirakawa and Ran Mouri.
Shirakawa was just about to open his mouth to explain.
Whoosh—
A pot lid flew past Kogoro Mouri’s head with a sharp whistling sound.
With a “clang,” it was firmly embedded in the wall behind him.
Kogoro Mouri shuddered in fear and hurriedly pushed Shirakawa toward the kitchen: “Quick!
Hurry and calm Ran down!”
As Shirakawa was pushed into the kitchen, he couldn’t help but silently grumble to himself.
Kogoro was always misunderstanding his relationship with Ran; if he really got beaten up, he deserved it.
“Um, Miss Ran, is there anything I can help with?”
“Please wash those green onions.” Ran Mouri said, her head lowered, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
Shirakawa took the green onions and began washing them by the sink, all the while continuing to look for topics of conversation, trying to distract her.
However, no matter how much he said, Ran Mouri only responded with simple “mm”s and “oh”s, replying very infrequently.
It seemed she was still angry at Kogoro for running his mouth.
Shirakawa felt he understood Ran Mouri’s unhappiness at being “paired up” like this.
After all, back when he was in school, he had also been the subject of rumors by classmates, claiming he and a certain girl were a couple.
As a result, that female classmate, with whom he had barely spoken a few words, ended up avoiding him whenever she saw him.
Being socially anxious himself, he ended up with no one to talk to among either the boys or the girls.
But in reality, the reason Ran Mouri was so quiet wasn’t because she was angry, but because she was shy.
She was exceptionally concerned about what Kogoro had just said, her heart fluttering with anxiety as she worried whether she had left an image of a “housekeeper” in Shirakawa’s mind. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
Especially when she thought about how she was clearly just an outsider, yet had subconsciously started managing Shirakawa’s wallet, the young girl’s cheeks couldn’t help but burn.
At dinner time, Shirakawa had a rare meal together with the father-daughter pair and Conan.
Unable to go out and drink to his heart’s content, Kogoro Mouri naturally wouldn’t let this opportunity pass.
He took the initiative to run to the fridge for a “zero-dollar purchase” of several cans of beer, pulling Shirakawa along to drink with him, under the guise of celebrating him successfully landing the job.
With this “legitimate reason,” Ran Mouri couldn’t say much more.
Shirakawa looked at Conan sitting opposite him and knew his chance had arrived.
He took a sip of beer, then put on a lingering expression of fear, and let out a long sigh.
“Come to think of it, this afternoon, I almost thought my probationary period was going to end in failure.”
This sentence successfully piqued the curiosity of the Mouri father daughter pair and Conan.
Under the gaze of the three of them, Shirakawa began to describe in detail the two “men in black” he had encountered in the afternoon:
“Two male customers wearing black suits came to the shop this afternoon, and they looked super fierce.”
“One of them even had striking long white hair, looking just like a gangster from a movie.”
With a “clink,” the chopsticks in Conan’s hand dropped onto the table.
His heart gave a violent jolt, and the figures of Gin and Vodka instantly surfaced in his mind.
“And then?
What happened after that?”
Conan asked excitedly, then immediately realized he had overreacted, and quickly disguised himself as an innocent child, blinking his big eyes: “Brother Shirakawa, did they give you trouble like in the TV shows?”
Shirakawa shook his head, deliberately concealing the matter of Shiho Miyano and the note he had received, his face carrying a trace of relief:
“No, no, those two customers not only didn’t cause trouble but were unexpectedly easy to talk to.
They even gave a big tip when they left; they were rare ‘good people’.”
Good people?
Conan almost spat out the rice in his mouth.
While pretending to curiously ask about the physical characteristics of the two, he was inwardly certain that who Shirakawa had encountered was absolutely Gin and Vodka.
At the same time, the look in Conan’s eyes as he watched Shirakawa already carried deep suspicion.
Thinking of a killer like Gin as a good person?
How exactly is this guy’s brain wired?
“Don’t worry, the public order in this Beika Town area is very good; there are no gangster activities.”
Kogoro Mouri drank his alcohol, looking relaxed: “It was probably just some gangster members from other territories passing through by chance.”
“As long as you don’t go to places with poor public security, ordinary gang members won’t be bored enough to cause trouble for regular people.”
Shirakawa also knew that the phenomenon of gangs in Japan was very common.
Many gang organizations were legally registered groups on the surface, and even had intricate connections with the political and business worlds, with complex relationships.
“Since they don’t have any territory around here, what did those two come here for today?”
“Never mind, anyway, I probably won’t run into them again.”
To others, this sentence sounded like an unintentional query, but to Conan, it was no less than a thunderclap.
That’s right!
Why would Gin and Vodka appear in Beika Town?
And at Café Poirot, so close to his own house?
Could their target be…
A terrifying guess sprouted wildly in Conan’s heart.
Kudo residence!
Their target was highly likely his own home!
Conan’s face turned pale instantly, and he couldn’t sit still anymore.
He jumped down from his chair abruptly and found a lame excuse: “I, I just remembered!
I forgot what today’s homework is, I need to call a classmate to ask!”
After saying this, Conan rushed down to the second floor without looking back.
Shirakawa watched Conan’s panicked retreating figure, a faint, almost imperceptible arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
He picked up his beer can and clinked it against Kogoro Mouri’s, who looked utterly confused.
Very good, the reminder was delivered.
If he could scare this Grim Reaper elementary schooler into going abroad to avoid the limelight, Beika City would finally be peaceful!
Just at this moment.
Ran Mouri seemed to suddenly remember something; she put down her bowl and chopsticks and announced something that took Shirakawa somewhat by surprise:
“Oh right, Shirakawa-kun, Sonoko has invited us to go to her villa in the countryside for the next two days.”
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