Mao Lilan has been very busy recently.

After Lin Xinyi, who was the absolute main force in the forensics class, left on vacation, she, a forensic apprentice with only a few months of practical training experience, had to catch up and take on more arduous tasks than before.

In the past, she only had to work around Lin Xinyi and learn how to operate.

Now she must handle the case independently.

The role he plays is no longer Lin Xinyi’s little follower.

Instead, he is a great police detective who can stand alone at a murder scene.

Although theoretically Mao Lilan is not an official police officer, and is even a high school student who has not graduated.

But high school detectives are nothing new in this world.

Under the objective situation that the forensic department is extremely short of professional talents, Mao Lilan is actually working hard as a police officer and even the leader of the forensic department.

In the forensics class, everyone would call her "Police Officer Maori" sincerely.

The leaders of the Metropolitan Police Department are also generally very optimistic about this beautiful forensic doctor who is talented, hard-working, conscientious, compassionate and responsible.

They even made a promise early on that when Mao Lilan grows up and graduates from college, they will definitely recruit her with the same treatment as the police department.

In order to repay the expectations of colleagues and leaders, and of course to help those who died find the truth, Mao Lilan has been working hard with all his strength.

Fortunately, Didan High School has more time for holidays than classes.

Mao Lilan can barely take care of her studies and work at the same time.

But even so, as she needs to attend classes as a student, work as a police officer, and constantly study medical courses on her own to enrich her basics, she is still too busy every day to have enough food to eat.

There are only so many hours in a day.

If you want to do so many things, you have to give up some chores.

If you can't do something yourself, you have to let others do it as much as possible.

For example...

"Conan——"

"Why didn't you do any housework?!"

At night, as soon as Ms. Maori, who had returned home from overtime work, walked in the door, her natural and gentle expression instantly collapsed.

She has been too busy at work recently.

It was agreed that Conan would be responsible for all the housework.

As a result, when I came back from working overtime at night, the table was still messy, the floor was still dusty, the rice bowl I had eaten yesterday had not been cleared up yet, and there were so many flies that it looked like I was conducting research on the succession patterns of insect communities in Tokyo.

And Conan, who is supposed to be responsible for housework.

At this time, he was still slumped on the sofa like a salted fish, holding a smartphone and playing happily.

From the sounds, he seemed to be watching some video.

And looking at Conan's "obscene" appearance with full attention, concentration, wavy smile, and obsessed eyes...it seems that this is not a serious video.

"Ke! Nan!"

Mao Lilan picked up Conan:

"What are you looking at?!"

"No, it's nothing." Conan hurriedly hid the phone behind his back and lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

"Really..."

"Didn't we agree that you would be responsible for the housework?"

Miss Maori bent down with her hands on her hips and condescendingly lectured her useless boyfriend:

"Why has it been delayed for so many days and still no action has been taken until now?"

"I...I'm a little busy."

Conan scratched his head in embarrassment.

"busy?"

"You came home from school at half past three. What have you been busy with until now?"

"Um...it's Ayumi, Genta and the others asked me to...go to the Mihua Library to read."

"Really? Let me see-"

Mao Lilan snatched Conan's cell phone and glanced at it, and soon hummed angrily:

"The total number of steps you took today is only 8,000."

"With the pace of an elementary school student, this number of steps is just enough for you to go to and from school, and back and forth from home to school!"

"If you went to Mihua Library after school, how could you only take this few steps?"

Conan: "..."

Oops, I forgot that Xiaolan is also a famous detective now.

It's not as easy to fool as it used to be.

"What, you still refuse to admit it?"

"Do you need me to ask Noah's Ark to check your historical position?"

"Give me an honest confession, Conan!"

Xiaolan unknowingly showed off her style as a Maori police officer.

"Yeah...sorry."

Conan pitifully admitted his mistake:

"I will definitely..."

"Tomorrow?" Mao Lilan raised an eyebrow: "Go and clean up now!"

"Yes..." He hummed weakly.

Conan suddenly became disillusioned:

What about Xiao Lan, who is gentle, virtuous, sweet and sweet, doesn’t even speak loudly, and is born to be a good wife and mother?

How come she has become like her mother, a formidable "Queen"?

Could it be that his majestic detective Kudo Shinichi could only be taught by his girlfriend at home every day and be a mediocre househusband?

Could this be his future life?

"Why don't you go quickly?!"

"Yes!" Conan shuddered suddenly and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Oh, Shinichi..."

"Why are you becoming more and more like dad?"

Mao Lilan also suddenly became disillusioned.

Where is the original Shinichi who is handsome, considerate, and always silently guarding her?

How come she has become like her father now, a decadent uncle lying at home waiting for his wife to take care of him?

Sure enough, falling in love is different from living life.

After these few months of living together, Mao Lilan finally understood why her parents, who loved each other so much, could quarrel and get divorced over trivial matters.

Just imagine it for a moment:

If she were like her mother, she would come home exhausted after working overtime at night, and still have to work hard to clean up the housework, take care of the children, and prepare dinner for her useless husband.

In the end, my husband complained that the food was not delicious.

I'm afraid she can't help but call for divorce, right?

"No, it won't be like this."

Just thinking about this scene, thinking that a young boy like Shinichi would one day become a greasy uncle like her father, Mao Lilan found it hard to accept.

"Fortunately, Shinichi at least..."

At least she doesn't like smoking, drinking, betting on horses, and going to nightclubs like her father. She's not all that addicted to all five poisons.

At least, not like her father:

Ignoring the beautiful wife beside me, I stare at the young female celebrities on TV in a daze every day.

"etc..."

Mao Lilan's heart sank.

She suddenly thought of Conan's "obscene" smile when he was lying on the sofa and watching videos on his mobile phone.

Isn't that ecstasy-filled look exactly the same as that of her star-chasing father?
To be continued...