Chapter 29: Conan: I'm Not Making a Face!

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"So, that piece of paper you showed me in front of the art museum this afternoon wasn't a child's scribble, but a real treasure map? But in the end, you didn't find the treasure, instead you caught three stalkers?" Mu Tianyuan asked, looking surprised, from the Mouri family's sofa at Conan, who was fiercely slurping instant noodles.

Mu Tianyuan, under the pretense of saving expenses by eating at someone else's house and preparing for his own lean times, shamelessly brought his little fox and Catwoman to the Mouri residence that evening to freeload. Moreover, this guy even righteously used the excuse of saving food to finish off Conan's dinner, which Conan hadn't made it back in time to eat...

Originally, after eating and drinking to his fill, this fellow had planned to go home after sitting for a while and casually comforting a worried Ran. But before he could excuse himself, he saw Conan return. Ran, who had been constantly worried about whether Conan had been kidnapped or fallen into a ditch, rushed to Conan, showering him with concern. While Ran went to prepare instant noodles for Conan, seizing the opportunity for Conan to finally catch his breath, Mu Tianyuan feigned a casual, playful attitude towards a child and asked about the treasure map.

That brat Conan didn't know that the seemingly innocent bystander in front of him was the culprit who made him run around all afternoon and not even see a single gold coin. Thus, he very straightforwardly recounted his pleasant treasure-hunting experience that afternoon.

"Mmm!" Conan finished the instant noodle soup in one gulp and nodded at Mu Tianyuan. Then, Conan looked at Mu Tianyuan with a hint of helplessness and said, "They're members of a bandit gang, not stalkers..."

Damn it, what the hell is a stalker?! Although Tokyo is quite hot now, what the hell is a stalker? I'm not planning to shoot adult films, alright! And they're a bandit gang! They're dangerous! They had guns, okay?! Not those guys from the movies who plot against women! At the very least, their caliber is different, you know?!

"Mmm-hmm!" Mu Tianyuan nodded, then continued to say in surprise, "I never imagined so many things would happen. But speaking of which, Conan, you guys were really in danger this afternoon. I reckon those stalkers didn't lay a hand on you because they thought you could decipher the codes. Otherwise, just with you four little brats, you'd have been robbed long ago, and they might even have killed you after grabbing the treasure map."

Mu Tianyuan wasn't feigning surprise this time; he was genuinely surprised. He only remembered that there would be gold coins this time but forgot about the three stalkers.

Mouri Kogoro also glared at Conan and said, "Yeah, you're a lucky kid, to actually find a treasure map. How great would it have been if I had found that treasure map? I'd be rich then..."

Conan: "..." Uncle, your 'luck' is actually just you envying us for finding the treasure map, isn't it?!

Mu Tianyuan: "..." Heh heh, Uncle, you're overthinking it. Nobody told you that finding gold coins automatically makes you rich. I definitely have the most say in this. Look, I found gold coins, hundreds of millions of them! But unfortunately, gold coins can only gather dust under the floorboards, and I'm currently poorer than this kid Conan!

"Dad!" Ran, who was already worried after hearing Mu Tianyuan's words, saw Mouri Kogoro, who was practically drooling, and cried out helplessly. Then, after Mouri Kogoro snapped out of his delusion of becoming rich, Ran hugged Conan tightly, saying with some lingering fear, "Conan, you're never allowed to run off on your own again, understand?"

"Mm..." Conan nodded, his face turning red...

"Tsk," Mu Tianyuan glanced at Conan, who was acting like a pervert, hiding in Ran's embrace and taking advantage of her. Mu Tianyuan smiled slightly and muttered to his little fox, "Look at that guy, acting just like Uncle Mouri. Tsk tsk, Confucius said: 'A family that's not alike won't enter the same door.' Confucius really was a famous thinker; he was absolutely right. Look at Conan's uncanny resemblance to Uncle Mouri right now. It would be a waste if Uncle Mouri didn't marry his daughter to him, just as Confucius said."

"Did Confucius say that?" The little fox rolled her eyes at Mu Tianyuan and said impatiently, "I hate you bookworms who always say 'Confucius said' for everything. And if you don't know, don't talk nonsense, okay? This was clearly said by Mencius, alright?" "Really? I don't really study classical textbooks, so it's inevitable that I make mistakes. Please bear with me."

Mu Tianyuan sincerely accepted the little fox's correction while embracing the little fox with his left arm and Catwoman with his right. Then, Mu Tianyuan looked at Conan, who was still being pampered and lectured by Ran while also taking advantage of her, and said, "If you ask me, Conan had better pray Ran doesn't find out his identity. Otherwise, that kid will definitely be beaten into a washing machine by the furious Ran-chan!"

Though Ran-chan was fierce, she was essentially a very traditional and easily shy good girl. The only problem was that if other girls got truly furious, they'd at most use their little fists to pound someone, and nothing serious would happen in the end. But Ran-chan's little fists, even just one punch, could be lethal. She was a fighter who could shatter concrete utility poles with her bare hands!

After worrying about Conan for a second, Mu Tianyuan suddenly said seriously to the little fox, "Do you think I should be a good person this time and help Ran-chan out? So she doesn't have to wait for Kudo for twenty years when he's clearly right beside her?"

"You just want to see Conan beaten to death by Ran-chan, don't you?" The little fox's gaze was incredibly sharp, immediately understanding Mu Tianyuan's dark thoughts — this guy loved watching drama and wasn't afraid of trouble, even attending funerals to see more deaths. She immediately rolled her eyes and retorted, but then in the next second, she heard the little fox say, "But that actually does sound quite interesting!"

Conan, with his keen sixth sense, was originally enjoying Ran's affection with a somewhat ambiguous expression in her arms. But at that moment, Conan suddenly felt like he was being targeted, and he vaguely heard a voice telling him that someone was trying to set him up!

Conan's hair immediately stood on end. This was definitely another villain trying to harm him! Who? Was it that bastard Mu Tianyuan again?! No doubt! It had to be him! This feeling of being set up was just too familiar! This recipe, this taste, nobody else but him!

Just as Conan was nervously planning to secretly observe Mu Tianyuan, that villain, the feeling of being set up suddenly vanished. This left Conan a bit bewildered for a moment. Was it his imagination just now? But in less than a second, he threw that question to the back of his mind. At this moment, Sister Ran's care was the most important thing, alright!

The feeling of Conan being set up suddenly disappearing was actually because Mu Tianyuan suddenly abandoned that plan. He was just talking before; how could he possibly expose Conan's identity? Didn't you see him still acting with Conan? If Conan's identity were exposed, how would his life be after that? One can't just seek temporary pleasure, can one?

Moreover, he and the little fox had discussed it and found that from a long-term perspective, it was better not to tell Ran. Because the longer it dragged on, the more miserably Conan would die in the end! Wouldn't that be even more interesting than now?

More critically, economic problems also limited their desire to stir up trouble. Mu Tianyuan suddenly agreed, but he was currently penniless. If Conan were beaten to death by Ran, as Conan's best friend, he would have to attend his funeral, right? And funerals cost money!

But he had no money now! Even if funerals in Japan didn't require cash gifts, he'd still need to buy a bouquet of flowers, right? He had even less money for flowers! He couldn't just go to a flower bed and pull out two, could he? If he did that, Mu Tianyuan felt he would be betraying his friendship with Kudo.

Besides, even if he did pull them out, could you guarantee that a few people with red armbands wouldn't suddenly pop out and fine him fifty?!

Already sitting on hundreds of millions of gold coins, yet completely broke, Mu Tianyuan and the little fox were completely consumed by thoughts of money...

After abandoning the foolish idea of harming Conan, Mu Tianyuan looked at Conan seriously and said, "Conan, listen carefully to your Sister Ran. Why are you making faces and winking when there's nothing wrong? Do you know how dangerous you were today? Don't think that just because you helped the police catch them, it's nothing serious.

Besides the three idiotic robbers I just mentioned who intended to use you to decipher codes, the more crucial thing is that you ultimately didn't find the gold coins! Otherwise, do you believe me when I say that once you found the gold coins, those robbers would absolutely mercilessly kill all four of you? Don't think I'm just trying to scare you.

Do you think someone who can pull off such a big case is a pushover? Regardless of whether they've taken lives before, they would still have to kill you to keep it a secret after finding the gold coins. And for them, killing you four kids would definitely be simpler than swatting a few flies!"

Mu Tianyuan then used a private line to communicate with his little fox: "In that case, we're actually Conan's saviors! That guy absolutely has to owe us a favor! The only pity is that he can't know..."

If he hadn't taken the gold coins beforehand, Conan wouldn't have died, but he would have been unlucky! So, he was definitely that guy's benefactor!

"Mmm-hmm!" The little fox nodded, then said, "If he doesn't know, he doesn't know. Let's just consider it doing good deeds without seeking recognition!"

"Yes, Brother Mu, I understand..." Conan, unaware of the shameless conversation happening on the sofa opposite, answered while pretending to be naive and cute. Conan had no objection to Mu Tianyuan's words; his brain naturally thought of these things too.

The only thing he had an issue with was—you jerk, making a face! I just want to ask you, what kind of look was that? I was clearly wearing a standard perverted expression, spit! No, it was an ecstatic one, alright!