Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 208 Tomie's childhood sweetheart

In the end, Fu Jiang allowed the Maori family to pay on credit, and did not ask to sign an arrears agreement.

Although Kogoro smokes, drinks, bets on horses, and always goes to the pachinko shop, his character is still guaranteed.

"Hey, Fujie Gege, how much is the medical bill?" Outside the ward, Conan asked curiously.

"Have you never been hospitalized?" Fu Jiang pressed his elbows back on the window sill in the corridor.

"No, why did I have to be hospitalized?" Conan looked strange.

Fu Jiang raised his eyebrows, aware of his slip of the tongue, and made an excuse casually, "You are very naughty, jumping up and down, my childhood playmate Miyano fell down and broke his leg while climbing a tree."

Considering Conan's age, most people really wouldn't think that such a child had been hospitalized.

However, it is estimated that Conan has never lived in it, rather than deliberately testing it.

"Naughty." Conan was speechless, he was clearly busy trying to solve the case, okay?

It's fine if you don't praise him, but you think it's a child's mischief.

He struggled for a while and asked directly: "Just tell me how much the medical expenses are, I won't be scared."

"Hospitalization expenses, medical expenses, and other miscellaneous expenses will not exceed 15 yen per day."

Fu Jiang's tone was so flat that he seemed to be talking about the price of buns in convenience stores.

"Gudu." Conan swallowed, his eyes widened, "Every day?"

Are you kidding me? This is blackmail, right?

"Mr. Maori has no insurance and the cost is entirely at his own expense."

Tomie didn't lie to him. If Maori bought insurance, the daily expenses would be less than [-] yen.

It is completely within the affordability of normal families.

"Then, how long does Uncle Maori need to stay?" Conan faintly sensed the seriousness of the situation.

He had a premonition that if he didn't help, the old man might end up living on the streets.

Fu Jiang is a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi, so it is definitely not a problem to collect debts or something.

"With Mr. Maori's physique, he can be discharged from the hospital in about a month, and then recuperate at home for about two months, which is almost the same."

In other words, is it around 450 million yen?

Conan's mouth grew too big, and he felt the malice in this world for a while.

Why does Fu Jiang open a hospital to help others? This is simply his machine for making money.

"Hey, Fujiang Gege, have you found your childhood sweetheart?" Conan had an idea, "If you can't find it, then Uncle Maori and I will help you find it. Can you waive a certain fee?"

"Yes." Fu Jiang naturally agreed.

"Okay." Conan took a deep breath, hopeful, "What's the name of your childhood sweetheart?"

"Maybe it's called Yousi Weiyang?" Fu Jiang thought for a while.

"What is probably? Don't you remember the name of your childhood sweetheart?"

Conan's expression collapsed, who is this?

He seems to miss his childhood sweetheart all day long, but in the end he can't even remember his name.

"She sometimes lied about her name." Fu Jiang explained casually.

"Okay, what about her characteristics and appearance?" Conan asked after her.

"Age around 20 years old, 1.7 meters tall, measurements are 86, 60, 92."

Fu Jiang recalled the precise data and said seriously.

Conan couldn't find it anyway, and he wasn't going to lie about something that didn't matter.

"Have you measured it?" Conan was dumbfounded. He had long felt that the relationship between Fu Jiang and his childhood sweetheart was not right.

"Measured."

And it has just been measured not long ago. Compared with the main body whose body shape may change, the body shape transformed by magic will never change.

Even if the hair is cut or plastic surgery is performed, as long as the transformation is canceled and transformed again, it will be restored to its original state.

It's a pity that the damage received will affect the main body, otherwise it can be said to be quite convenient.

"Well, that's not the point. The point is her appearance. It doesn't matter what her body shape is." Conan silently recorded the data.

"Hair the same color as gin, shoulder length, fair complexion, eyes that look like real money, hands very pretty."

Fu Jiang seemed to be very detailed, but he didn't seem to say anything.

Conan's facial features are all wrinkled together. Is Fu Jiang giving him a secret code for him to guess the riddle?
Um?The color of gin?Gin is generally transparent, but hair cannot be transparent, so it should refer to American gin, light golden.

Eyes look valuable?What does this mean, oh, does it mean that it looks like some kind of jewelry?
Considering the black stars I saw a few days ago, well, it just so happens that Fu Jiang's eyes are also pure black, so he may indeed boast so much.

Nice hand. Is this some kind of hint?For example, playing the piano requires slender fingers.

"One question, when you say white skin color, do you mean dead white?" Conan raised his head and asked cutely.

"Dead man white?" Fu Jiang was taken aback.

"meaning you"

"Okay, I get it." Fu Jiang rolled his eyes and glared at Conan, "Her skin color is the white of a normal human being."

"Okay, so your childhood sweetheart is a person with light blond hair, pure black eyes, and a professional pianist?"

Conan speculated that this feature is quite conspicuous, and if you look carefully, you should be able to get some information.

Fu Jiang looked at Conan silently for five seconds, then turned and walked away.

"Hey, one more question, what does she look like?" Conan shouted.

"Out of 10 points, she gets 10 points, but in terms of temperament, I beat her too much."

Fu Jiang waved his hand back and left quickly.

Conan bared his teeth, losing too much to Fu Jiang in terms of temperament?Come on, is that still human?

Don't let Fu Jiang say that his childhood sweetheart is actually a corpse in the morgue, and the reason why she can't be found is because she died a few years ago, right?
With Fu Jiang's character, it seems really possible. Maybe he doesn't know the corpse, but he just thinks it looks good, so he unilaterally regards her as his childhood sweetheart.
This can also explain why her childhood sweetheart is willing to let him measure her measurements. It seems a bit illegal, right?

Is the hospital opened by Fu Jiang really all right?
No, you can't think so, what if it's just a misunderstanding, after all, brother Fu Jiang is still a good person.

Conan, who was thinking about something, didn't notice the figure feeding the crow in front of the window, and bumped into it.

The frightened crow squawked and flew away.

"Ouch." Conan rubbed his forehead and sat down on the ground.

"I'm sorry, are you okay little brother." A big boy with a round face and a handsome face looked a little shy and extended a hand in medical gloves with a smile, "Do you need me to help you?"

"No need." Conan stood up by himself, observing the person in front of him habitually.

He is of average height and body shape, with a round cropped cut that looks like he has just been released from prison, with an apologetic smile on his face, feeling kind and friendly.

"That's it." The big boy with a round face withdrew his outstretched hand, turned his back to the back, and clenched his fist tightly.

"Big Gege, what are you doing here?" Conan stood on tiptoe and looked out the window.

"When feeding crows, many people think it's a bird that brings bad luck, but crows are actually very smart."

The big boy scratched his cheek shyly, and introduced himself: "Well, my name is Yelu Yaman."

"Huh?" Conan didn't understand why he suddenly introduced himself.

"Before asking someone's name, you have to introduce yourself first, don't you?" Crow Man smiled and bent down to speak, not to bring the pressure of height to Conan as a child.

"Oh, that's it. I'm a child so I don't understand much." Conan introduced himself pretending to be a child:

"My name is Edogawa Conan. I am 7 years old. Where I live, Uncle Mori doesn't let me tell strangers. Speaking of Uncle Mori, he is my guardian."

"Could it be that legendary detective." Crow Man's eyes lit up. "I admire him a lot. I know every case he handles."

He chatted with Conan in this way, and naturally turned the topic to Maori's friend Fu Jiang, and inquired about Fu Jiang.

At this time, Fu Jiang didn't care about the affairs upstairs, but sat quietly in his seat in the lobby on the first floor to think.

Mori Kogoro was actually injured, and it wasn't an injury that healed in a short time.

This means that there is a high probability that there will be no cases in the next period of time, right?
Or, will there be such a thing that after waking up after sleeping, a few months have passed, and Mao Li's injury is completely healed?

Well, probably not, and even if it were, I probably wouldn't notice it.

Although the date in this world is very strange, at least what happened a day ago didn't become such an outrageous thing that caused a window period in the middle half a year ago.

(End of this chapter)