Coroner Ke Xue

The FBI, CIA, KGB and other special agencies have found more efficient truth drugs such as scopolamine, thiopental, and oxytocin, and verified their practical effects through large-scale "clinical experiments", making significant contributions to the advancement of human medicine. before contributing.

Humans have already mastered the special interrogation technique of injecting ethanol into prisoners intravenously.

Ethanol is the earliest truth serum in human history.

Of course, it was impossible for Haihara Ai to stick needles into her boyfriend like he was interrogating a prisoner.

She plans to take a gentler, more traditional approach:

Get Lin Xinyi drunk.

Telling the truth after drinking is not groundless.

Regarding this point, those tragic little boys who failed to confess drunkenly in public at the high school graduation dinner, resulting in social death, and therefore became the butt of jokes at every class reunion in the future, will definitely have a deep understanding of this.

"I need a few bottles of liquor."

Hui Yuan Ai has no wine at home, and the lab's Lao Baigan has also been used up. It is inconvenient for minors to buy wine.

So she simply focused on the alcoholic's inventory.

"There is some strong liquor."

"I can get you some bottles of my dad's Japanese whiskey."

Miss Maori nodded and agreed to Haihara Ai's request.

But she was still a little confused:

"However, Mr. Lin doesn't seem to drink at all?"

"How to get him drunk?"

"I have my own way."

Miss Haiyuan said with a calm expression.

"any solution?"

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Hui Yuan Ai was silent for a while.

She carefully recalled in her mind the "flirting skills" she had previously learned from Belmode, including various nightclub green tea techniques on how to get men drunk.

Although most of the methods here are not suitable for little girls of Haihara Ai's age.

But as long as she is willing to shamelessly pester her boyfriend to act coquettishly and have fun

"Ahem."

A touch of pink quietly appeared on her fair and tender face.

"Anyway, I have my own way."

She didn't want to answer this question.

Outside the Mori Detective Agency.

If Mao Lilan poked her head out of the window now, she would see a picture that would surprise her:

Mouri Kogoro and Fei Yingli came together side by side.

And they even went home together.

"etc."

Seeing that she was about to return to her home after ten years, Fei Yingli quietly stopped.

She pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and stared at the all-too-familiar man next to her from the corner of her eyes:

"Kogoro, please call me here this time."

"You're not trying to use Xiaolan as an excuse to trick me into coming back to spend Valentine's Day with you, are you?"

"If you think you can get back together with me by using this little trick, then you are thinking too simply."

Fei Yingli's tone was as cold as ever.

There was a subtle blush on his face.

"of course not!"

Mouri Kogoro said sternly:

"Who is still in the mood to celebrate Valentine's Day with you now?"

Fei Yingli: "."

The blush on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

But Mr. Kogoro is not in the mood to observe his wife’s micro-expressions right now:

"Yingli, stop dawdling"

"Xiaolan's condition is really serious now. Come home with me and take a look!"

"I want to hear your mother's opinion on whether to send her to a hospital for professional treatment."

The old father's tone was extremely anxious.

But Fei Yingli, a mother, is always calm:

Because she still doesn't quite believe that her daughter, who is smart, cute, optimistic and cheerful, and has grown up with a smile since she was a child, will have any psychological and spiritual conditions.

"I just met Xiaolan in Karuizawa a few days ago."

"She looks very normal."

Fei Yingli asked with some suspicion:

"Kogoro, please don't be alarmist."

"It looks normal!"

"But that doesn't mean there are no mental problems!"

Mouri Kogoro's beard trembled with anxiety:

"I read in a book that this condition is called 'delusional mental disorder'."

"According to the book: 'Patients will have one or more non-bizarre delusions without any other psychotic symptoms.'"

"Yingli, look"

"Isn't this exactly the same as Xiaolan's symptoms?"

"She now thinks that elementary school student is Kudo Shinichi. If her paranoia continues to develop and worsen, something even more terrifying may happen!"

"This" Fei Yingli was also said to be a little worried.

Although she is confident that her daughter will not be held criminally responsible,

And minors. This is not a glorious thing after all.

"Okay, I'll go take a look with you."

"If there is really a problem with Xiaolan's mental condition, we will think of a solution."

"Um."

Mouri Kogoro nodded.

He hurried home with his wife. When he entered the door, he suddenly thought of something:

"By the way, Yingli."

"You have to be careful not to show any abnormality in front of Xiaolan."

"The book says that the key point of this disease is not to give patients too much mental stimulation, not to break their delusions easily, and to keep them in a relaxed environment at all times."

"I see."

Fei Yingli's expression also quietly became serious.

She took a deep breath and made enough mental preparations before opening the door to her home with Mouri Kogoro.

And as soon as this door is pushed open

This pair of parents suddenly saw:

Mao Lilan, their innocent little daughter who is not yet an adult, is like an old drunkard who is addicted to alcohol. She squats in front of the wine cabinet in the living room and desperately holds the bottle in her arms.

"Whiskey, whiskey"

While she was getting the wine, she was still mumbling something.

All he got was some strong liquor.

"this"

Both Mouri Kogoro and Fei Yingli were shocked:

Xiaolan, this is

Drinking? !

"Kogoro." Fei Yingli looked at her husband with murderous intent:

You are definitely the one who brought your daughter up!

Otherwise, how could my daughter get into the bad habit of drinking? !

"This has nothing to do with me"

Mouri Kogoro's eyes were very aggrieved:

Although he himself was an alcoholic, he paid great attention to protecting his daughter and never allowed Xiaolan to get involved in alcohol.

Xiaolan knows how to drink now, definitely not because of him, but because of that heartless man who killed a thousand people.

right.

It's all Kudo Shinichi's fault!

The old father's heart was bleeding when he thought of this bastard who had harmed his daughter.

At this moment, Mao Lilan picked up a few bottles of spirits from the wine cabinet, turned around and said to the short little girl next to him:

"Xiao Ai, do you think these are enough to drink?"

"Hiss" Kogoro and Fei Yingli took another breath of cold air:

It's not enough to drink too much yourself, but you also have to lead elementary school students to drink whiskey?

After all, my daughter is really crazy.

The concubine’s lawyer could no longer remain calm.

"Mom? Dad?"

Mao Lilan finally noticed her parents who quietly touched her home.

She was stunned at first, then dumbfounded, and then her face was full of surprise:

"Mom, you, you're back?!"

Miss Mori was so excited that she was incoherent.

She couldn't help but be excited:

Her mother has not been back to this home for ten years.

Now Fei Yingli is not only back, but she is back with her dad, and it’s Valentine’s Day!

What does this mean?

"Mom, are you coming back to spend Valentine's Day with dad?"

Mao Lilan's big watery eyes were filled with anticipation.

"I"

Fei Yingli was speechless for a moment.

She couldn't tell the truth and say that she was back to observe her daughter's condition.

And Kogoro just reminded me that if you want to cure this disease, you can't put too much pressure on the patient, and you have to try your best to create a relaxed and happy environment for the patient.

Thinking of this, Fei Yingli finally forced out a difficult smile:

"Well, I, I'm spending Valentine's Day with your dad this time."

"Very good!"

Miss Mori was carried away with joy.

I didn't even notice how weird it was to see myself holding a pile of whiskey and talking to my parents.

"Dad, Mom, what about you guys talking?"

"I'll prepare dinner for you!"

With that said, Mao Lilan excitedly put the wine bottle into the arms of Haihara Ai and Conan, and was about to turn around and go to the kitchen to prepare love dishes for her parents' Valentine's Day date.

"Forehead"

Seeing their daughter putting liquor into the primary school student's hands, the corners of the old parents' mouths twitched slightly.

"No, no need."

"Xiaolan, please rest first!"

Fei Yingli held her daughter in distress:

“Let me have dinner”

"Are you coming?" Conan, Mao Lilan, Haibara Ai, and Maori Kogoro all trembled in unison.

"Well"

"Just let Kogoro and I prepare."

The concubine’s lawyer made a concession in time:

"Let's steam rice first."

As she spoke, she didn't even dare to face her daughter's big innocent eyes. She turned around and hid in the kitchen with Mouri Kogoro as if running away.

"Hey? Mom, can I help too?"

"Need not!"

With a snap, Fei Yingli shut her daughter out of the kitchen door.

As soon as the kitchen door is closed.

Fei Yingli's expression became a little tense:

"this kid"

The child himself was so ill but didn't know it, and he was still thinking about bringing them together.

Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

"Eri."

Mouri Kogoro sighed softly:

"You saw it just now, right?"

"Xiaolan's current situation is really not optimistic."

"Look, should we take her to the hospital?"

"." Fei Yingli was silent for a while.

She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes full of hesitation and distress:

"It's better not to take such drastic measures yet."

"I think Xiaolan's mental condition is generally normal."

"As long as you intervene carefully, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Okay." Mouri Kogoro nodded helplessly: "I hope so."

He tried hard to suppress the worries in his heart and forced out a smile:

"Let's steam the rice first."

"Let's have a meal together as a family in the evening and try to make Xiaolan happy."

"Yeah." Fei Yingli nodded.

It was rare for this old couple, who had been at odds for ten years, to get along so peacefully together.

They looked at each other and turned around silently to wash the pot and wash the rice.

Then

"This pot"

Both of them noticed the pot on the stove that they hadn't had time to clean.

There is chocolate syrup in the pot that has not been poured out cleanly.

If you get closer, you can still smell the sweet aroma.

This is the scent of Valentine's Day.

It's not hard to imagine that someone just made Valentine's Day chocolates in this kitchen using this pot.

There were only three people in this room just now, and two of them were first-grade students who didn't understand anything.

Make your own Valentine's Day chocolates

Both Feiyingli and Kogoro instantly deduced the identity of the "prisoner":

"It's Xiaolan."

"For whom did she prepare Valentine's Day chocolates?"

Here comes the question:

Xiaolan doesn't have a boyfriend now.

Who did she give this Valentine's Day chocolate to?

Will it be given to the non-existent "Kudo Shinichi" in her imagination?

"this"

Feiyingli and Mouri Kogoro suddenly realized that something was wrong.

They tried opening the refrigerator.

In the refrigerator, there is a piece of homemade chocolate that has not completely set.

The chocolate said:

"Shinichi."

There is also a big word "sorrow".

This word "mourning" that seemed to have been plucked from a funeral wreath was placed next to Kudo Shinichi's name.

On top of this Valentine's Day chocolate.

I also drew a big heart.

This scene is as weird and horrifying as the boyfriend's head in the arms of a beautiful girl, sending chills down the spine.

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There was a deathly silence.

Both of them felt a chill in their hearts.

"Ying, Yingli."

Mouri Kogoro's voice was trembling:

"Xiaolan's mental problem, I'm afraid."

"It won't work without treatment."

Today is another update. The main reason is that the state is not good.

And writing about daily reality is not easier than writing about mystery plots.

I have written daily funny plots into embarrassing jokes more than once before, so now I struggle with it again and again when I write daily routines, fearing that I will be self-defeating again and accidentally make something awkward.

The scariest thing is that I can clearly sense the bugs in the reasoning plot.

This kind of daily plot may be subjectively interesting to me, but it would be embarrassing to write about it.

Coupled with my poor state, it has been particularly difficult to write recently. I can only update once, sorry.