Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Ok?"

Maori Kogoro placed his left hand on his left leg, held his chin with his right hand in a pistol shape, and looked up at the white ceiling, recalling with confusion:

"I remember that Mr. Uemon published ten works last year..."

"Compared to the ceramics thing!"

Tsuchiya Mashiko stood up, quickly walked to the left behind Maori Kogoro, knelt on the ground, looked at him with a smile, and suggested admiringly:

"I'd rather you talk about the cases you've investigated~!"

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi sat side by side on Xiaolan's left, holding the glass of juice in both hands and hanging it on their collars. Knowing that someone wanted to kill Tsuchiya Mashiko, they always remained vigilant and thought carefully in their hearts:

"Kikuemon said that he only completed two or three decent works a year, but Detective Mori said that Kikuemon published ten works last year.

Although Detective Maori was a little drunk, he should not have remembered this wrongly.

Besides, it is unlikely that Kikuemon would lie.

Well... the truth is probably...

Imitation?!

Someone published a replica of Kikuemon's ceramics! ?

The suspect deliberately framed Tsuchiya Mashiko for breaking the Feng Shui pill in order to kill her. Could it be that she threatened Uemon's apprentice to copy Uemon's works and sell them on a large scale? ! "

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi thought of this, looked at each other in tacit understanding, nodded slightly in unison, put down the glass heavily, turned their heads, locked their eyes on Kikuemon, and said impolitely in their throats:

"It's a knockoff, it's a knockoff!!!"

"Ok?"

Kogoro Mouri was supporting his legs with his hands and was about to talk about a case he had solved when he heard a shout and looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi in surprise.

Xiaolan put her hands on her legs, turned her head sharply to look at Haoyue and Shinichi, and called out incomprehensibly:

"Conan, Haoyue!?"

"W-What imitation?"

Kikuemon was about to ask Kogoro Mori to tell him about the case of Tsukikage Island when he heard a shout and looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi in surprise.

Seto Ryuichi, Arita Yoshihiko, and Otani Kaoru were stunned and looked at Haoyue and Shinichi with different emotions.

Tsuchiya Mashiko shuddered violently, glanced nervously at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, then pretended to be calm and looked at Maori Kogoro, forcing a smile and changing the subject:

"Let's listen to Detective Maori's story about the Mist Tengu case!"

"Do not."

Maori Kogoro's mature face faded a little from the drunkenness. He shook his head calmly, stared at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, and said calmly:

"Let's first hear what these two little devils have to say."

"What do you mean~?"

Tsuchiya Mashiko looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi with a smile, and denied it as if nothing had happened:

"What can two children say~?"

"Stop pretending!"

Kudo Shinichi stared at Tsuchiya Mashiko sharply, and with his detective aura fully activated, he put psychological pressure on her and said:

"You published a replica of the ceramics under the name of Kikuemon, am I right?"

"Conan?"

Xiaolan pretended to be puzzled and looked at Kudo Shinichi, and complained helplessly in her heart:

"Shinichi is such a mystery fanatic that he even remembers reasoning while eating."

at the same time.

Kikuemon was stunned and looked at Tsuchiya Mashiko in surprise and suspicion.

Dongfang Haoyue grasped the edge of the wooden table with eight fingers, tilted his head slightly, secretly observed Xiaolan, and confirmed that she did not doubt Kudo Shinichi's identity. He happily sighed in his heart:

"It seems that after Xiaolan mistook Kaito Kid for Shinichi last time, she really gave up the idea that Conan is equal to Shinichi~"

"You...what are you talking about?"

Several drops of cold sweat ran down Tsuchiya Mashiko's cheeks, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

When Kudo Shinichi saw Mashiko's panicked expression, he realized that his previous reasoning was completely correct and was about to press on.

Dongfang Haoyue folded her hands between her legs, looked at Kikuemon innocently, and made a well-reasoned analysis:

"Uncle Kogoro just said that Grandpa Uemon published ten works last year, but Grandpa Uemon said that you only completed two or three works a year.

This means that someone has published a counterfeit product under your name, right?

Plus, Aunt Mashiko didn’t let Uncle Kogoro finish his words just now, and you trust her deeply, so…”

"Seto, Yoshihiko, Otani."

Kikuemon stared at Tsuchiya Mashiko intently. The drunkenness on his old face had completely faded. He put on a dignified and stern face and examined the flustered Seto Ryuichi, Arita Yoshihiko, and Otani Kaoru one by one, and solemnly confirmed:

"Have you ever copied my ceramics, given them to Mashiko, and sold them under my name?"

"this......"

Arita Yoshihiko looked back and forth at Seto Ryuichi and Otani Kaoru with an uneasy look, then turned to look at Kikuemon and answered sincerely:

"I do not know."

"I...I don't know either."

Otani Kaoru looked back and forth at Arita Yoshihiko and Seto Ryuichi, then turned to look at Kikuemon, his words filled with hesitation.

Seto lowered his head, clutched his thighs tightly with both hands, and remained silent.

"Seto!"

Kikuemon shouted, slammed his hand on the table, and there was a heavy dull sound. The dishes and chopsticks jingled. He stared at Seto Ryuichi intently, and the master asked with full aura:

"Did you copy my ceramics, give them to Mashiko, and sell them under my name?!"

"Yes......!"

Seto Ryuichi hesitated for a moment, looked up at Kikuemon, and confessed with mixed emotions:

"Ms. Mashiko sells my work for a high price."

When Kikuemon heard the bad news, he trembled all over and was unable to speak.

Otani Kaoru stared at Seto Ryuichi in a daze and repeated in disbelief:

“High...high price...”

"No way......"

A drop of sweat flowed down Arita Yoshihiko's cheek, and he looked at Seto Ryuichi with an indescribable look.

"That's it!!"

Seto Ryuichi pressed the wooden table hard, leaned forward, stared at the trembling Tsuchiya Mashiko, and rebuked indignantly:

"Mashiko is selling my works under the name of a teacher!!

Sold to some idiot rich guy with no vision!!!"

"What!?"

Except for Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank and they looked at Tsuchiya Mashiko in disbelief.

Seto Ryuichi calmed down a bit, sat back in his seat, shook his head regretfully, and said with regret:

"When I became aware of this, I learned that Mashiko had sold dozens of imitations over the years.

Of course I confronted her about it, but instead of apologizing, she aggressively hoped I would be grateful, and even said it was a good thing for me to sell my unoriginal crap.”

"How...how could..."

Xiaolan covered her red lips with her hands and looked at the trembling Tsuchiya Mashiko in disbelief.

Kogoro Mori lowered his head to look at the wooden table, picked up the small wine cup in front of him, and took a sip calmly.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi supported their legs with their hands, looked at Mashiko expressionlessly, and complained in their hearts:

"I never thought that Tsuchiya Mashiko treated Kikuemon respectfully on the surface, but secretly did such a thing."