Chapter 205

Mao Li Xiaowulang nodded slightly; he didn't have so many status reservations, after all his own family was quite ordinary too.

"Then what's the purpose of your club?"

"It's a research club related to the occult."

"The occult?"

Mao Li Xiaowulang naturally knew what those three words meant, but what he couldn't quite understand was why Xiaolan would take part in this club's activities.

Were things bordering on the occult really the kind of content Xiaolan liked?

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't put Xiaolan's interests together with the occult.

Besides Mao Li Xiaowulang, Chuankenan also felt a wave of strangeness.

Xiaolan likes the occult?

Weren't the things she hated most and couldn't deal with precisely those mysterious, spooky things?

Mao Li Lan knew her father would be suspicious.

She stood with her hands on her hips and glared over unhappily.

"Is it really that hard to believe that I like the occult?"

"Dad, are you thinking I've always been the kind of girl who's nothing but muscle?"

"Not at all, not at all…"

Mao Li Xiaowulang waved his hands repeatedly.

He was only curious about why Xiaolan had suddenly taken an interest in the occult; he wasn't saying that Xiaolan being afraid of ghosts and monsters meant she couldn't like the occult.

He was just a little curious, that's all.

Besides, which girl full of muscle had a figure as good as his own daughter's?

Xiaolan was still in her growing phase, and on top of that, with that brat's death news playing some role in between, the current Xiaolan would inevitably develop some interests in other areas.

"Whatever occult stuff it is, if you like it you can look into it more."

Saying that, Mao Li Xiaowulang didn't prepare to keep asking.

"You go on with your club activities."

"Conan, let's go first."

"…Mm."

Although he really didn't want to immediately follow and leave, Chuankenan also knew that his face wasn't welcome with Xiaolan, and he didn't have the qualification to stay behind right then.

If he wanted more contact with Xiaolan, he could only wait for the impact of Kudo Shinichi's death news on Xiaolan to lessen.

But once Kudo Shinichi's influence in Xiaolan's heart lessened, wouldn't that be the same as Xiaolan starting to forget Kudo Shinichi?

This made Chuankenan's mood especially complicated.

He hoped Xiaolan's regard for Kudo Shinichi wouldn't diminish even a fraction.

Yet he also hoped he could find chances now to have more contact with Xiaolan.

At least by being in contact with Xiaolan, he could find out how many suitors were around her, and mentally prepare himself.

Then try his best to think of ways to stir things up.

Unfortunately, some things weren't within his control.

Especially the matter of Xiaolan being unable to accept Kudo Shinichi's death news.

Actually, if Chuankenan turned his head right at this moment, he could have seen it.

Mao Li Lan and Suzuki Sonoko's gazes had been staying on him the whole time.

"That guy Kudo still hasn't given up."

"Well, that is that guy after all."

Although Suzuki Sonoko felt that Kudo was actually quite annoying in this respect.

Mao Li Lan didn't speak, only shook her head slightly as she looked at Shinichi's back.

"Forget it."

"Whether he gives up or not no longer holds any meaning for me."

If it had been a month earlier, perhaps she could still have detected Shinichi's feelings and still accepted them.

At the very least she should have happily waited for Shinichi to confess to her.

She might even have watched with even more interest as Shinichi hesitated and couldn't get the words out.

But unfortunately, not anymore.

Having tasted too much disappointment, having understood Shinichi's greed, and the concealment in the name of protection.

Mao Li Lan had already lost all expectation and longing for it.

She shook her head, and as she raised it, Mao Li Lan's shoulders instantly stiffened.

A translucent evil spirit had brazenly appeared right in front of her.

The evil spirit possessed sharp fangs, its eyes were a sheet of pitch black, yet at the center seemed to flicker a bloody red gleam.

Its face looked like a state before death, the skin of the whole face as if it could be torn off at any moment.

Overall it radiated a scent of despair and terror.

"Mm!!!!"

The scene that suddenly flashed before her made Mao Li Lan's pupils contract, tears rapidly welling up in her eyes, and she couldn't help but let a sound burst out.

But before she could let out a terrified scream, Ren, who had been waiting nearby, had already clamped a hand over the shriek she was about to let loose.

"Calm down, Mao Li."

"This is an evil spirit."

"Mm…"

Those large eyes were still streaming with tears, yet the dull gaze slowly regained the color it should have had.

The stiff body began to soften slightly, nearly collapsing directly onto the ground.

Ren Amamiya slowly released his hand from Mao Li's mouth.

"..."

But it seemed the stimulation had been too intense all at once, causing his consciousness to crash directly.

Was the stimulation too great?

Ren Amamiya glanced with a headache at the evil spirit drifting back and forth in the sky.

This evil spirit was not one he had captured; rather, it moved along a completely free trajectory.

The eyes that had just accepted spiritual power happened to look up and lock gazes with the evil spirit.

One could say it was all coincidence.

Actually, Ren Amamiya had originally hoped to give Mao Li and Suzuki some time to buffer.

If Kogoro Mouri had not interrupted just now, Mao Li would not have directly collided faces with the evil spirit at this moment; instead, he should have watched the evil spirit moving in the sky from a distance, then gradually increasing the difficulty.

It was no wonder Mao Li could not withstand it after colliding faces directly like that.

"Yu, Yu-gomi..."

Before Mao Li could adjust, he heard Suzuki, who had always been full of energy, now speaking with some fear, her voice lowered considerably.

Sonoko Suzuki also saw the evil spirit; the feeling of colliding faces was equally terrible for her.

She only felt her legs were extremely weak.

Her body swayed, and her hands clung tightly to Ren Amamiya's clothes; otherwise, she would have lost control and fallen down by now.

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