The Blizzard Lodge incident finally came to a close. Early the next morning, Fang Zheng handed the recorded video tape, evidence, along with the culprits to the police who came, marking an end to the murder case.
By the way, the chocolate placed beside the corpse was actually left by a dog raised at the lodge. The dog used to be a search and rescue dog, trained in search and rescue operations. It knew to provide high-calorie food to victims, hence it left the chocolate. One of the search and rescue dogs encountered the murdered photographer and mistook him for a victim, so it bit a piece of chocolate from the kitchen and brought it over... Well, that’s all there is to it. It has nothing to do with the murder case.
Afterwards, everyone lived peacefully for a few more days, until one summer day, Fang Zheng received a call from Conan.
"What’s up? Great Detective? Back from the dead?"
"Stop talking about that..."
Hearing Fang Zheng’s voice, Conan was quite frustrated, swearing never to go out with Fang Zheng again. Whenever they encountered a case, Fang Zheng would directly give the answer, and this time was even worse—he provided the answer and let it unravel on its own, rendering Conan’s efforts futile, leaving him deeply frustrated.
"Actually... this time, I want to invite you to join us in visiting a place."
"Is it another case commissioned by Kogoro Mouri? It’s strange you’d call me."
"This time the invitation letter was addressed to Uncle Mouri, but it was actually meant for us."
Conan paused, then spoke softly.
"Beneath the letter, Belmod’s name is written."
"Oh, that woman has news now, huh."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng sat up from the sofa. Previously, he had Akemi Miyano and Haibara Ai divert Belmod, while he went for a direct confrontation—though it ended in failure, they managed to recruit Belmod. Fang Zheng asked Belmod to provide Shinichi Kudo, known as Edogawa Conan, with clues about the organization’s boss whenever possible. He informed Conan about this, which led Conan to check his mailbox every day after school, but there had been no results.
Such a long time without news made Fang Zheng wonder if something had happened to her, but now it seems there’s something?
"What does it say?"
"It’s a very strange invitation, inviting Uncle to unravel the secrets of the Twilight Manor... and it also includes a check for two million... Honestly, even without Belmod’s signature, it’s quite bizarre."
"Twilight Manor... never heard of it."
"Do you think it might be the Black Organization’s base of operations?"
Conan was excited, but Fang Zheng poured cold water on him.
"Absolutely not, but surely there must be some clues there."
"One more thing..."
"What’s up?"
"The invitation clearly states that Uncle Mouri and Ran need to attend together..."
"That’s normal, after all, Ran is now a well-known high school girl detective."
Fang Zheng expressed no surprise. Much like how Conan helped boost the fame of "Sleeping Kogoro," Ran Mouri also solved several cases, gaining fame. Being a young, pretty girl made her more appealing to the media compared to Shinichi Kudo, thus she enjoyed quite a bit of popularity.
"Is this really okay? What if there’s danger..."
"Isn’t it too late to worry about that now?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, if you want to go with me, just come up with a reason."
"No problem, leave it to me!"
Conan agreed quickly, which made Fang Zheng feel something wasn’t right.
And the result...
"I’ll be your driver again."
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Fang Zheng looked speechlessly at Conan, who was grinning mischievously in the backseat.
This is the reason you came up with? I’m a company president, dealing in millions, and you let me be your driver? Are you not afraid I’ll kill you for fun?
"Really sorry, Mr. Fang Zheng..."
"No worries, Mira and Little Ai went shopping today, so I’m pretty free. But seriously, Uncle Mouri, you’ve earned quite a bit from commissions; it’s time to buy yourself a car. You can’t rent one every single time."
"Hahahahaha..."
Hearing Fang Zheng’s complaint, Kogoro Mouri awkwardly laughed from the passenger seat.
"Well, I’m a bit short on cash lately..."
"Dad, if you didn’t always bet on horse racing, this wouldn’t happen!"
Ran sighed. Since the fame of Sleeping Kogoro arose, many people approached him with commissions, bringing considerable fees. But aside from daily expenses, the rest of the money was mostly spent by Kogoro Mouri on alcohol and horse betting. Unfortunately, his luck with gambling was terrible, usually losing, resulting in no savings.
If it weren’t for that, Kogoro Mouri could afford a car with his current income, rather than renting a car each time, which tended to break down halfway...
Truthfully, it’s a miracle that Kogoro Mouri hasn’t been blacklisted by any major rental companies yet.
Perhaps it’s because the rental companies in Tokyo haven’t been totally wrecked by him?
"But Mr. Fang Zheng, are you okay? It’s mountain roads..."
Looking at the winding mountain roads, Ran felt a bit concerned, while Fang Zheng chuckled.
"Don’t worry, Miss Ran. I always drive safely, so there won’t be any problems. After all, I am quite experienced driving on Akina Mountain..."
Yet, before Fang Zheng could finish, suddenly a red sports car zoomed past with a "whoosh," and the couple inside mockingly gestured the middle finger at him.
"............."
"Um...Mr. Fang Zheng?"
"Nothing, Miss Ran, please fasten your seatbelt...Looks like someone needs to be taken care of."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng silently put the cup back on the holder and then turned on the radio. The sound of intense music blared out.
At that moment, Fang Zheng suddenly slammed on the accelerator, and his car shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow!
That’s right, this car wasn’t just fast; it was flying low!!
"Waaaaaa!! Mr. Fang Zheng!! What are you doing, aaaaah!!"
Clinging desperately to the car door, Ran screamed, while Fang Zheng just chuckled.
"No need to worry, Miss Ran, now’s the time to witness the true skills of the Akina Mountain car god!!"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng suddenly jerked the steering wheel, and his car drifted, skimming the edge of the mountain road, tightly tailing the red sports car in front.
Meanwhile, a song started playing.
"Water ballet, Indian macho man. Indian rice, dip it and give it to so. My tire is made in India, With the colored mage Selus loving it......"
Accompanied by the song, the speed almost instantly soared to 200, and Kogoro Mouri, sitting in the passenger seat, looked pale as a sheet, already regretting getting in the car!
Seeing the black car behind catching up, the red sports car ahead accelerated again, but this time Fang Zheng simply held the steering wheel, calm-faced, and hummed along with the tune. The cup on the holder wobbled, but not a drop of water spilled!
Are you joking, thinking you’re hot stuff with your Ferrari? Do you know what I’m driving? A Maserati Mercedes! The king that even Fujiwara Tofu Shop’s AE86 can just eat its dust!
Even if Fujiwara Takumi saw this car, all he could do was silently weep!
Think you can beat me?
Wishful thinking!!
"It’s the curve ahead, slow down, slow down, aaaaah!!!"
At this moment, Kogoro Mouri was about to go crazy, while Conan and Ran clung to each other, trembling. They felt like they were on a roller coaster, unable to discern the scenery outside, only seeing streaking lines, feeling as if the car wasn’t just on the ground but flying close to it.
And Kogoro was nearly peeing himself because he saw the curve sharply ahead, yet not only did Fang Zheng not slow down, but he accelerated again.
I’m done for! Dead meat!!!
As Kogoro Mouri helplessly screamed, Fang Zheng drove the Mercedes past the red Ferrari. As it was about to leave the track, Fang Zheng suddenly turned, the car’s wheels skidding into the drainage ditch, and just like that, recklessly cut through the curve, overtook the nearby Ferrari, and sped away!
All the while, inside the car, the song continued to play, calm yet intense.
"Catch shrimp, love my deadly infantry camp’s equipped special forces. Hail Ang’s chasing black death, love’s Wishing well salesman’s greedy dog......"
That was exhilarating.
Looking at the distant Twilight Manor, Fang Zheng took a deep breath. Since arriving in this world, he hadn’t raced a car like this, especially since this world’s law enforcement is quite troublesome, and as a special advisor for the Metropolitan Police Department, he couldn’t exactly break the law right under their Skynet System. But now that he’s out of the city and on the mountain highway, he finally could enjoy the thrill.
However...
Fang Zheng glanced at the parked car by the roadside and the Mouri Father and Daughter along with Conan who were lined up on the edge, vomiting to the point of rewriting the sky and earth, and shook his head.
Still too young and green.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng took out three bottles of mineral water from the car and walked over to them.
"Alright, Mr. Mouri, Miss Ran, Conan, you’re exaggerating a bit, it was just a little fast...only slightly faster....."
"A little faster?"
Kogoro Mouri weakly lifted his head, grabbed the mineral water.
"You call that a little? You were practically rushing to reincarnate!!"
"Mr. Fang Zheng...you didn’t drive like this before......"
Ran also took the mineral water, protesting tactfully, and Fang Zheng just chuckled.
"Sorry, it’s rare to be out of the city, so I was itching to go fast."
"And so you intend to take our lives?"
Conan was almost sprawled on the ground, his little arms and legs were no match for adults, and after Fang Zheng’s drain ditch rollercoaster ride, he felt near death; the world still seemed to be spinning.
"Don’t worry, I’m very confident in my driving skills. No one will die...Alright, everyone, if you’re rested, shall we hit the road again?"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng opened the car door, and seeing this, the three of them trembled. Ran quickly took a step forward and hugged Fang Zheng’s arm.
"Th-then, Mr. Fang Zheng! You’ve been driving for so long, you must be tired, how about letting my dad drive?"
"Yeah, yeah, you must be exhausted, I’ll drive."
At this, Kogoro Mouri also reacted, quickly darting into the driver’s seat, smilingly at Fang Zheng.
"After all, driving fatigued isn’t good...."
"...Alright."
Looking at their pale faces, Fang Zheng helplessly shook his head.
People these days, just not cultured enough, unable to appreciate the beauty of racing...
Alas...life is truly lonely as snow.

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