Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

Half a minute later.

Kogoro Mori's spacious bedroom.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood one after the other on the left side of the shorter wooden table, wearing only a pair of white shorts.

Shinichi cooperated by opening his hands and letting Haoyue help him put on a single-button dark blue suit, white lining, a red bow voice changer and a silver watch-style anesthetic gun.

Dongfang Haoyue helped Kudo Shinichi get dressed, then leisurely opened his hands and let him help him put on the same shirt and suit as him, and said regretfully:

"What a pity... If Xiaolan is sleeping, we won't be able to enjoy her delicious food when we come back."

"Well... As a ninja, Haoyue has a bigger stomach and can eat a lot of food, but I'm different...!"

Kudo Shin half squatted down, gently helping Dongfang Haoyue, who was taking turns to lift her feet, to put on her grey shorts, and explained wistfully:

"We had already had dinner, and when Xiaolan really prepared a midnight snack for us, I couldn't eat it..."

"Ah... that would give us away. Ran would think that I was lying to her because I was hungry and couldn't eat."

Dongfang Haoyue stretched out his left hand and let Kudo Shinichi help him put on the watch. He muttered in confusion:

"If Xiaolan insists on watching us finish the food, Shinichi will definitely be exposed!"

"Not only that."

Kudo Shinichi picked up the blue bow voice changer on the wooden table, tied it around Dongfang Haoyue's collar expertly, and reminded her helplessly:

"If Xiaolan had spent less time preparing the food and had come to call us to eat in a hurry, she would have definitely discovered that we had sneaked out."

"What Shinichi said makes sense~"

Dongfang Haoyue smiled sweetly, picked up the house key on the wooden table accurately and put it into her coat pocket, then nimbly jumped to the left of Kudo Shinichi, took his white and tender hand, and said joyfully:

"Let's get ready to go~~~!"

"Well, I'll show you the way!"

Kudo Shinichi nodded seriously, held Dongfang Haoyue's soft little hand tightly with his left hand, pointed to the door with his right hand, and said with a smile ready to go:

"Haoyue, today let's find out who that retro thief is!"

"Okay~~~!"

Dongfang Haoyue waved her hands happily, mist rose up in the sky, and the tightly closed door opened automatically.

She held Kudo Shinichi's hand warmly and flew to the entrance of the third floor. With a thought, a gust of wind wrapped around their tender little feet and put on the white foot-strengthening shoes. Another gust of wind turned the doorknob and gently pushed open the door.

at last......

Dongfang Haoyue took Kudo Shinichi and flew out of the door, used the wind escape technique to close the door, rushed down the stairs, successfully reached the sidewalk, and flew into the clear night sky in perfect harmony.

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The subsequent content continues from the first chapter of this book.

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It's a new day, the sun is shining brightly.

Kikuemon's spacious courtyard, a large Japanese-style bungalow, and a bright living room.

The elderly man, Kikuemon, is an inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage. He is wearing black cloth, is bald, has short white hair remaining on the back of his head, and a pointed white beard that reaches his chest. He is 78 years old this year.

He was standing on the light brown tatami mat far to the right in front of the open sliding wooden door, with his hands upright behind his back and wrists crossed, staring silently at Kogoro Mori two meters in front of him on the left.

Kogoro stood in front of a tall wooden shelf against the wall, which held many ceramic pieces. He lowered his head slightly, held a large ceramic bowl with beautiful patterns in his hands, and observed it carefully.

Xiaolan stood on the right side of Kogoro Mouri, facing him, wearing a red off-shoulder dress. She lowered her head slightly, holding a large ceramic bowl with exquisite patterns in her hands, and looked at it carefully with a sweet smile.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood side by side on Kogoro's left, with their hands clasped behind their backs, their heads raised, and they admired the ceramics with interest.

"Oh!"

Maori Kogoro examined the ceramic bowl in a very graceful manner, his honest face showing appreciation, and he exclaimed sincerely:

“Its colors and shapes are so exquisite!”

Maori Kogoro looked back at Kikuemon, smiled heartily and praised:

"It is truly a work worthy of the name of a living national treasure, Kikuemon!"

"Don't say that about national treasures or anything like that."

Kikuemon clarified in a simple manner:

"I am not an object like a national treasure, but a living human being."

After a short time.

Everyone gathered around the low rectangular wooden table far in front of the right side of the wooden frame and sat politely on the brown cushions.

On the wooden table, a larger ceramic tray holds five rustic ceramic cups with simple and elegant patterns.

"Wow~"

It is the crisp sound of pouring tea.

The beautiful woman, Tsuchiya Mashiko, is wearing an open lavender coat, a white sweater, and has short black curly hair.

She knelt on the tatami opposite Xiaolan across the wooden table, gently holding the white ceramic kettle and pouring warm water into the ceramic cup containing green tea leaves.

Xiaolan supported her legs with her hands, and saw Tsuchiya Mashiko distributing tea to everyone one by one, and thanked her apologetically:

"Ah, thank you for your hard work."

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi sat side by side on Xiaolan's right, holding the ceramic cups in front of them with both hands and sipping the tea carefully.

"correct."

Maori Kogoro sat to the right of Dongfang Haoyue, leaning to the right, covering his lips with his left hand, supporting the tatami with his right hand, and looking calmly at Kikuemon in front of him on the right. He asked as a detective would:

"Why did you come to me?"

"Ok?"

Kikuemon sat cross-legged with his hands on his legs, looking at Mouri Kogoro in confusion.

Tsuchiya Mashiko stood up, picked up the tray, walked lightly to the left front of Xiaolan, bent her knees slightly, leaned forward slightly, held the tray between her legs with her left hand, and rested her right hand on her chin, chatting in a friendly manner.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi were still drinking tea.

Maori Kogoro still covered his lips, and tried to glance to the left with his big eyes. A drop of gossipy sweat flowed down his cheek, and he speculated in a very low voice:

"You might want my help investigating whether that young wife is cheating on you."

"No, no, she is my son's wife!"

Kikuemon smiled amiably and narrated calmly:

“My daughter-in-law has been taking care of me alone, unfortunately…

Two years ago, my wife and son passed away in a traffic accident."

Kogoro Mori was stunned and was about to comfort Kikuemon politely.

"I asked you to come here today to give some advice to your much-touted detective!"

Kikuemon smiled sinisterly and taught in a low voice:

"Your recent reasoning is riddled with flaws."