Chapter 183 Drunk Conan

"Isn't this a very normal thing?" Hearing Xiaolan's words, Hattori Heiji smiled and said meaningfully: "Kudo Shinichi has a cold, so of course Conan also..."

Conan was startled and glared at Hattori Heiji fiercely before glaring back at him.

"...What's wrong?" Xiaolan looked at Hattori Heiji with a puzzled look on her face as he suddenly kept silent.

Why did you stop talking halfway?

Also, Shinichi has a cold, what does it have to do with Conan?
It's so weird...

"No, nothing." Hattori Heiji touched his head awkwardly and just answered like this.

"Don't worry, Sister Xiaolan, it's just a cold. It's no problem for me." Conan forced himself to cheer up, patted his chest, and said confidently.

"Okay." Xiaolan looked at them with some doubt, then nodded, no longer caring about the matter, and said: "I'll go make tea for you, wait for me."

After saying that, Xiaolan walked towards the kitchen.

Uncle Mori was not there, and after Xiaolan left, Hattori Heiji and Conan were the only two people left in the narrow hall.

The two of them stood still, staring at each other, and the stalemate lasted for a few seconds.

In the end, because he was in the wrong, Hattori Heiji was the first to lose. He smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, it's my fault."

"You guys should be more reliable and don't expose my identity so easily!" Although the other party admitted his mistake, Conan was still a little dissatisfied and complained.

"Sorry." Hattori Heiji put down his backpack, unzipped it, and said, "Since you have a cold, then, as compensation for almost exposing your identity, let me cure your cold!"

"You?" Conan looked at him suspiciously, unwilling to believe: "You are a detective, and you can also treat diseases?"

"Of course I'm not a doctor, I just know some folk remedies." Hattori Heiji smiled, took out a bottle of white wine from his backpack, opened the cork, and poured it into the glass.

"This is Lao Baigan. Drinking it can cure a cold." Hattori Heiji handed the cup to Conan.

"Is it white wine?" Conan stared at the wine in his hand suspiciously, hesitated for a while, and drank it in one gulp.

However, Conan's alcohol tolerance seemed to be not very good, or maybe it was because he had a cold and was in a bad condition, so he felt dizzy after drinking only half a glass of white liquor.

With the idea that nothing should be wasted, he drank the remaining half cup of Lao Baigan in one gulp, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Hey, Kudo, are you okay?" Hattori Heiji was startled and asked worriedly.

Did he get the wrong wine?
Is the effect of Lao Bai Gan so obvious?

"Burp~" Conan fell to the ground, looking dizzy, with blurred vision, red face, and burping. He was obviously drunk.

"So you were drunk. I thought something happened to you." Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Just be fine.

"I'll give you the remaining bottle of Lao Baigan, as a gift from me to you, even though I have delayed giving you this gift for a long time." Hattori Heiji said generously.

At this time, Xiaolan came over with a plate, put the tea on the table, and then saw Conan lying on the ground.

The next moment, she rushed over, grabbed Conan's shoulders with both hands, and kept shaking him, her face full of worry: "Conan! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine, burp~" Conan said in a daze and burped again.

"What's going on? Are you drunk?" Xiaolan opened her eyes wide, looking surprised.

"Xiao Lan, I gave him some Lao Baigan to drink, which can cure his cold." Hattori Heiji explained.

"Hattori, don't give Conan some random drink. Children shouldn't drink!" Xiaolan couldn't help but complain. She didn't even call him 'Mr.', but just called him by his last name. "Sorry." Hattori Heiji apologized again with a wry smile on his face. This was his second apology today.

As soon as he finished speaking, another unfamiliar voice rang out: "By the way, how long do you want me to ring the doorbell outside?"

A middle-aged woman appeared at the door of the detective agency with an unhappy expression: "Is this how you receive guests?"

"Well, can I ask you busy people to stop and listen to my request?"

"Oh, sorry!" Things have changed, and now it's Xiaolan's turn to apologize. She said apologetically: "I didn't pay attention just now..."

"Forget it, I don't care." The woman said this and walked in.

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After a while, Uncle Maori came back.

Xiaolan silently replaced the tea on the table with coffee, while the middle-aged woman and Uncle Maori sat face to face on the sofa and talked to each other.

The middle-aged woman with the last name "Tsujimura" took off her sunglasses, revealing a slightly aged face. However, from some details, it can be seen that she must have been a great beauty when she was young.

Her expression was very serious, and she didn't look like someone who was easy to get along with. She reached into her coat and took out a stack of documents and placed them on the table.

"I came here to entrust you this time to ask you to help investigate the character and personality of my son's girlfriend..."

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Half an hour later...

Tsujimura's house.

Led by Mrs. Tsujimura, Uncle Mori and his three companions who were commissioned came here. Of course, there was also Hattori Heiji who came voluntarily.

Last time, Hattori Heiji wanted to compete with Kudo Shinichi to see who was the strongest detective in the island country. As a result, Conan, who was a smaller version of Shinichi, used unfair means to knock down Hattori Heiji, and then completed the reasoning using his identity.

This made him very unhappy.

As a detective, how can there be such competition?

It just so happened that this time, when he visited Uncle Maori, he had a commission, and Conan was going over, so of course he had to follow him.

No matter what, let’s fight it out!

Kudo Shinichi!

Hattori Heiji thought silently, with a strong sense of confidence flashing in his eyes and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was already imagining the scene of himself defeating Kudo Shinichi.

"Ma'am, you're back."

The Tsujimura family's housekeeper stood at the door of the house, welcoming Mrs. Tsujimura back.

"Where is the master?" Mrs. Tsujimura asked indifferently, her expression still as cold as ever.

"The master should be in the study." The housekeeper, who had long been accustomed to Mrs. Tsujimura's personality, answered with a normal expression.

"By the way, Madam, who are these people?" The housekeeper asked with some confusion when he saw Mori and others who came with Mrs. Tsujimura.

"They are my friends." Mrs. Tsujimura said casually, seeming nonchalant.

(End of this chapter)