“A villa in the wild?
The kind in the mountains?”
Shirakawa was a bit surprised.
He had indeed promised yesterday to go out with Ran and Sonoko.
But he had expected something like shopping or going to an amusement park.
Ran Mouri nodded and explained: “Didn’t you say last night, Shirakawa-kun, that you aren’t good with crowded places?”
“Waking up to the sound of birds chirping in the fresh mountain air must be extra pleasant!”
So, it was out of consideration for his social anxiety.
Shirakawa felt a warmth in his heart: “Indeed, in the tranquil nature, one can surely relax well.”
Kogoro, who heard their conversation, instantly had his gaze sharpen.
His eyes darted back and forth between Shirakawa and Ran Mouri.
That look was like an old father scrutinizing a pig about to uproot his own succulent cabbage.
Kogoro picked up his beer, took a sip, and meaningfully reminded the two: “When you’re out, you must be careful.”
In particular, he emphasized the word ‘careful’.
Ran Mouri’s face flushed red instantly.
She immediately caught the teasing and misunderstanding in her father’s words, her fair cheeks turning slightly red, and she hurriedly waved her hands to explain:
“Dad is talking nonsense again!”
“Sonoko is coming too; it’s just a normal group outing!”
Shirakawa, however, didn’t think in that direction at all.
He nodded seriously and agreed very approvingly: “You’re right, Uncle, one really must be careful about safety.”
“I saw news before about wild bears occasionally running into cities and attacking people.”
“It must be even more dangerous in the mountains; there might even be wild beasts like wolves.”
Before he transmigrated, Shirakawa had been deeply impressed by these alarming news stories, and at this moment, he was genuinely worried about safety issues from the bottom of his heart.
Watching the amusing scene of his daughter eager to explain while Shirakawa remained completely oblivious, Kogoro could no longer hold it back and burst into a hearty laugh: “Hahahaha!
You’re absolutely right!”
He slapped Shirakawa’s shoulder hard, with enough force to nearly make Shirakawa cough up his dinner: “You kid, you really do need to be careful.”
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“Dad!”
Ran Mouri was both shy and annoyed; how could she not hear that her father was teasing her?
But she couldn’t refute or explain such things in front of Shirakawa, fearing that the more she tried to clarify, the worse it would look.
In her embarrassment and annoyance, in order to “retaliate” against this unserious father, she made a bold move.
Ran Mouri snatched another unopened can of beer from beside Kogoro, pulled the tab, and started drinking it with “glug, glug” sounds.
“Hey!”
Watching his “stockpile” diminish by another can, Kogoro felt like his heart was bleeding, and he couldn’t help but complain: “You girl, you don’t even like drinking at all; isn’t this a waste of beer!”
Ran Mouri took a big gulp, hiccuped from the stimulation of the ice-cold beer, and the slight flush on her pretty face deepened.
She wiped her mouth and retorted with an “upright and righteous” expression: “This is a celebratory drink for Shirakawa-kun’s successful transition to full-time employment!”
“Besides,”
Ran Mouri’s gaze sharpened as she started bringing up old scores, “I don’t know who it was in the past, always telling me to buy more beer and drink more.”
“Saying it was to practice my alcohol tolerance so I wouldn’t get drunk and taken advantage of by bad men when I’m out.”
“Why are you against me drinking today?”
“I…” Kogoro was left speechless by his daughter’s words and couldn’t refute them at all.
He could only gloomily pick up his chopsticks, turning his grief and indignation into appetite, drinking and eating in large mouthfuls.
He was afraid that if he were too slow, the food on the table would also be snatched away by his daughter.
Just then, footsteps came from the direction of the entrance.
Conan had finished his phone call and returned to the dining table, heavy with worries.
Dr.
Agasa happened to be out for something in the afternoon and didn’t run into Gin or Vodka.
After checking the surveillance footage at his front door, Dr.
Agasa discovered that a suspicious black Porsche had indeed been parked at the entrance of the Kudo residence for a long time that afternoon.
This news made Conan shudder.
On the phone, Dr.
Agasa had once again earnestly advised him to complete his procedures to go abroad as soon as possible and avoid the limelight overseas.
But Conan refused.
He couldn’t leave.
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Moreover, he had to stay to find the antidote to restore his body.
As for how to avoid implicating the innocent Mouri family, he already had a preliminary plan in mind.
With his mind full of the Black Organization, Conan didn’t notice the slightly strange atmosphere between the other three at the dining table at all.
He absentmindedly finished the rice in his bowl quickly, found a random excuse about “needing to go to the convenience store to buy a notebook,” and Ran downstairs again.
Meanwhile, Kogoro, worried that the remaining bottles of beer would fall victim to his daughter, started drinking in a rush.
He hadn’t eaten much rice, and drinking so quickly, he soon became half-drunk.
As for Ran Mouri, she rarely drank, and her alcohol tolerance was extremely low.
A single can of ice-cold beer was already her limit.
By now, she was slightly tipsy, her pair of beautiful purple eyes shimmering with moisture, the light dancing within them.
Her pretty face was flushed with an alluring redness, making her look even more charming and naive than usual.
The half-drunk Kogoro and the slightly tipsy Ran Mouri, as if they had agreed upon it, simultaneously turned their gazes toward Shirakawa.
Shirakawa was enjoying simple happiness, eating delicious home-cooked food while watching a program on TV.
Suddenly, his right shoulder was grabbed by a large hand.
“Shirakawa…”
Kogoro’s somewhat slurred, drunken tone rang out.
It instantly made Shirakawa recall certain dangerous experiences…
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