Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Oh."

Arita Yoshihiko put his left hand in his trouser pocket, sighed softly with pretended regret, turned his head to look at Seto Ryuichi, clenched his right fist, touched his chest, smiled casually and sought approval:

"We shouldn't have made a bet with Master. He has a very accurate eye for people."

"Yes."

Seto Ryuichi turned his head and looked at Arita Yoshihiko, smiling in approval.

"Hahaha."

Kikuemon laughed three times, turned and walked out of the door, looked back at Xiaolan's family, and invited them with a friendly smile:

"Come, come with me to see the kiln used to fire ceramics."

During this period.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other awkwardly, a drop of cold sweat running down their cheeks, their hands hanging down at their sides with nowhere to put, and they revealed in confusion in their hearts:

"Detective Maori wasn't acting at all, he really just picked a piece of ceramic at random...!"

"Dad, you're so mean. We agreed to be polite..."

Xiaolan held her forehead with one hand, looked at Maori Kogoro with great melancholy, and complained in a low voice that was difficult to describe:

"And you ended up choosing such a valuable collectible...!"

"How could I have known it would turn out like this...!"

Kogoro Mouri looked at Xiaolan with a headache, put down the ceramic cup, stood up, and took big strides to chase after Kikuemon.

Dongfang Haoyue, Kudo Shinichi and Xiaolan followed closely behind.

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after a while.

A tall and wide kiln for firing ceramics.

Except for Tsuchiya Mashiko, everyone walked into the kiln with its door open.

With his hands in his trouser pockets and his feet on the muddy ground, Kogoro Mori leisurely followed Kikuemon who was not far ahead, and looked at the tall facilities not far to the left at will.

"Wow!"

Xiaolan followed behind Maori Kogoro with a coquettish voice, looking around with great interest, her fists clenched on her ribs, and exclaimed with joy:

“What a huge kiln~!”

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi followed Xiaolan on her left side, their hands in their pockets, looking around with interest, and were surprised to find...

Not far to the front left, a pile of ceramic fragments were scattered on the ground.

Three meters ahead, there was a middle-aged man wearing a light brown shirt, a black sweater, a white apron, a brown bowl-cut haircut, and a not-so-good-looking face stained with freckles.

He squatted outside the cave entrance where flames were rising, staring absentmindedly ahead, and tiredly carried a large rectangular piece of wood into the cave entrance.

Seto Takashi was half-squatting in front of the left side of the middle-aged man, with his back to Xiaolan's family, supporting his legs with his hands, and his handsome face showed a warm color.

"Otani!"

Kikuemon put his hands behind his back and clasped them together. He walked slowly to the left and back of the middle-aged man, Otani Kaoru, and leaned over. He looked at him kindly and said with gentle concern:

"How's the situation on your end?"

"Well...I guess..."

Otani Kaoru placed his hands on his legs, turned his head to look at Kikuemon, and replied without confidence:

"I should be able to cook the vegetarian dough before dinner."

"Ah."

Kikuemon nodded slightly, and his cloudy eyes seemed to see through Otani Kaoru's hidden thoughts.

Kudo Shinichi squatted in front of the ceramic fragments, his hands on his legs, looking at the fragments thoughtfully.

Dongfang Haoyue squatted on Shinichi's left, holding his knees with both hands, turned his head to look at Kikuemon who was not far behind him on the right, and asked curiously:

"Grandpa Uemon, what are these fragments?"

"Fragments..."

Kikuemon was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the fragments, looked at Dongfang Haoyue in a friendly manner, and was about to answer.

"Oh."

Arita Yoshihiko walked to the left and behind Dongfang Haoyue, looked at her casually, pointed his left hand at the fragment, put his right hand in his trouser pocket, and explained lightly:

"Ms. Mashiko destroyed the ceramics and left these fragments behind."

"what?"

Dongfang Haoyue pulled Kudo Shinichi to stand up, grabbed his left arm, and turned around him half a circle, forcing him to turn half a circle on the spot. He looked up at Arita Yoshihiko and asked in confusion:

"Why destroy the finished ceramics?"

Yoshihiko Arita looked at Dongfang Haoyue's strange behavior and was speechless for a moment.

Xiaolan stood behind Kudo Shinichi on the left, too embarrassed to face everyone, and covered her pretty face with her hands, unable to speak.

Kogoro Maori stood on the right side of Xiaolan, staring at Haoyue and Shinichi with narrowed eyes, and pouted his lips as if he didn't want to talk.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets and shrugged nonchalantly.

Seto Ryuichi walked to the right of Arita Yoshihiko, looked down at Haoyue and Shinichi, and explained in a gentle voice:

“Ms. Mashiko may look a bit ordinary, but she actually has very good taste.

As long as the ceramics made by the three of us apprentices did not meet her taste, she would destroy them and not let the master see them. "

"That's it..."

Dongfang Haoyue folded his hands in front of him and nodded ignorantly.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets, looked at the bright moon with a confused look on his face, and recalled the comments in his mind:

"Why do I feel that Haoyue's way of speaking and tone are becoming more and more like a child...

Obviously, Haoyue and I have both become smaller, but I often feel that Haoyue's heart has become more childish.

In fact, my usual innocence, cuteness and cuteness are all pretense, but the bright moon seems to be a natural expression from my heart.

This...why is this?

It’s really a headache. No matter how I think about it, I feel that the spiritual gap between Haoyue and I shouldn’t be so big.

wait wait wait!

I remember that after Haoyue turned back to his original form, his behavior and way of speaking were all those of a high school student... Well, after Haoyue turned back to his original form, he didn't look like a normal high school student. Instead, he looked like a strange boy who had watched too many anime...!

Well, that’s off topic!

All in all, Haoyue, who has returned to his original appearance, has obviously matured a lot.

So...the difference between me and Haoyue becoming smaller is...

I took a pill that makes me smaller, and Haoyue's body automatically became smaller during the process of transforming into an eternal body.

Could it be that…?”

While Kudo Shinichi was thinking, his handsome face turned bitter, excited, and conflicted, leaving Dongfang Haoyue with a lot of questions.

Haoyue decisively turned to the right, put her red lips close to Shinichi's ear, and was about to ask softly.

Maori Kogoro looked at Seto Ryuichi and responded with deep approval:

"I see."

The voice just fell.

"Honestly, my son was supposed to be my heir."

Kikuemon walked to half a meter to the right of Maori Kogoro, looked at him plainly, and spoke calmly:

"Because he has taken a fancy to Mashiko, who has the ability to appreciate things, I have decided to let Mashiko decide which disciple can inherit the name of Kikuemon after my death."

"oh......"

Kogoro Mouri made an ignorant sound.

Arita Yoshihiko put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his head to look at Seto Ryuichi, smiled heartily and sought approval:

"Speaking of Ms. Mashiko, has she been too strict lately?"

"You're still okay."

Seto Takashi put his hands in his pockets, turned his head to look at Arita Yoshihiko, smiled awkwardly and said to himself:

“I only have two pieces that passed this month!”

The voice just fell.

"In three months, I haven't had a single work that has passed muster."

Otani Kaoru stood up, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and gave three powerless bitter smiles, then said in a self-deprecating tone:

"This... This is probably my limit...?"