Conan reborn as a detective

Chapter 393
"Dong dong!"

A car passed through the snowy mountain road, and the drum sound of the Requiem Festival became more and more vague, and gradually drowned in the wind and snow.

"Can we really go with you?" Xiaolan asked the young man next to the driver's seat worriedly.

"Yeah, it's better to have someone with me," the young man smiled with a stiff face, "Actually, the male master of the gate family is the president of the gate industry..."

"Oh?" Uncle Mao Li, who was driving the car, said unexpectedly, "Is it the well-known president of Damen?"

"Famous is not small, but he is also a man who will do anything for money," the young man said with a displeased expression, "always angry at his family, and often arguing with his eldest son for the next president candidate. The daughter-in-law also ignores the family and goes out to play all day, and it will be a matter of time to divorce his eldest son..."

"Sounds like you know them well."

"Because I'm their youngest son, my name is Daen Lianglang. Actually, I haven't been home for several years..."

During the conversation, the car quickly drove to the front of a big mansion, which had a sense of age, as if returning to the ancient times of Japan.

Gao Cheng got out of the car and looked at the brick and wooden house amidst the snow, which was very similar to the ancient Chinese and Japanese mansion of the Yabuchi family, and looked like a wealthy family at first glance.

In the future, if you have money, it would be nice to buy a villa as a holiday resort...

Well, wait for the money.

Recently, there have been quite a few homicide cases, but they didn't make much money. They were all small commissions, which were better than Uncle Maori.

At least there is no situation where the client is killed...

In the main house, the gate Yoshiro led Gao Cheng and his party into the entrance.

"Brother, I'm back..."

"Liang Lang," a man with glasses and a wide chin frowned, "what are you doing here at this time?"

"Our brothers haven't seen each other for five years, so you don't have to be so cold, right?"

"Detective Kido?"

In the tense atmosphere, a girl wearing an apron came from the back room, and Gao Cheng couldn't help being surprised when he saw the door behind Lianglang: "Why do you..."

"Miss Hatsuho?" Gao Cheng patted the snowflakes off his body, and stared blankly at the handsome Hojo Hatsuho, "Is this the rich family you work for?"

"Yes, yes," Hatsuho Hojo reacted, and turned to the man in glasses with a cold face, "Master, let's go into the room and say..."

"I'm talking about Hatsuho, it's not your turn to talk here, right?" The woman who seemed to be a man's wife next to him looked at Gao Cheng and the others carefully, "Yanglang, who are these? Why are there still detectives... "

"I met at the Xiuyou Festival. I saw that they didn't have a place to live, so..."

"Humph! You haven't come back for several years, and once you come back, bring outsiders with you!"

Gao Cheng stood behind with Uncle Mao Li in a little embarrassment. The relationship between the family seemed to be quite tense, but it really caused trouble for Daimon Yoshiro.

"Mr. Lianglang, I think we still..."

"What are you arguing about again?"

An old man in a kimono came out, frowning, and his expression was quite majestic, but he was happy when he saw the bright gate.

"Liang Lang?! You are finally back!"

"Father..." Daimon Yoshiro turned his head slightly, "Now the mountains are covered by heavy snow, so I want Mr. Mori to stay temporarily..."

"Maori?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at Uncle Maoli. "Isn't this the great detective Mori Kogoro? To tell you the truth, I have always admired you. Since you are so destined, please stay here today!"

"what?"

"Hatsuho, hurry up and help Mori-san and Yoshiro prepare the room!"

Compared with the elder son and his wife, the old man is quite enthusiastic, not as unkind as the younger son Damon Yoshiro said.

but……

Gao Cheng looked at the smiling Uncle Mao Li.

Is the uncle so popular?Inexplicably, he became a slicker, and he felt like a follower...

"Hey." Uncle Mao Li couldn't help but smiled funnyly at Gao Cheng.

This kid has the upper hand every time in a case, but after all, he, the sleeping little Goro, is more comfortable. It's a good idea to bring Gao Cheng here in the morning...

"Everyone, please follow me." Hatsuho Hojo led the crowd through the corridor on the right to arrange guest rooms, "Mr. Mori and Detective Kido, the room before going to bed tonight, Master Yoshiro will sleep in one."

"okay."

"In addition, you can go to the yard from the back passage. The snow scene in the yard can be said to be a must. It's quite good to go out for a walk."

"Well, we'll go and see," Xiaolan nodded and asked curiously, "Do Miss Hatsui know Senior Kido?"

Hatsuho Hojo paused for a moment and smiled, "Yeah, I used to be a neighbor when I was working in Tokyo, and I'm also a fan of Detective Kido."

"really?"

"Hmph." Uncle Mao Li's face dropped.

Such a beautiful girl is actually Kido Kid's detective fan, God is blind.

"Mr. Mori," Daimon Yoshiro apologized to Uncle Mori, "I was really sorry just now, my elder brother and sister-in-law really lost the way of hospitality..."

"Where is that, don't say that," Uncle Mao Li put away his careful thoughts, rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "Actually, we shouldn't have visited so rashly, and caused trouble for you."

"Nothing," Damon Yoshiro said with a smile, "I didn't expect that you are all great detectives. It's a great honor."

"Sister Hatsuho," Conan interrupted and asked, "Where is the toilet?"

"Toilet, you just walk down this corridor to the end... The switch for the toilet is a little hard to find, so I'll accompany you."

Hojo Hatsuho took Conan away, and said to everyone: "I'll help you make tea by the way, everyone should have a good rest first."

Gao Cheng looked at the back of Hojo Hatsuho, and remembered the time when he met downstairs in the office.

It shouldn't be easy to be a maid in such a big family, right?I always feel that Hojo Hatsuho's smile has something on his mind.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ai quietly walked to Gao Cheng's side, "keep staring at him..."

"It's just some feelings. I didn't expect to meet acquaintances here."

At dinner time, it was still snowing outside, but the inside of the house was quite warm. Everyone gathered in a Japanese-style room covered with tatami mats. The president of the gate and the eldest son and his wife were all present.

Perhaps because of the relationship between the youngest son Damen Lianglang, the husband and wife still have no good looks towards Gao Cheng and his group, and the atmosphere is weird when eating.

Uncle Mao Li smiled dryly and cheered up the atmosphere: "Your house is really magnificent. It's really embarrassing for us to live in such a nice place."

President Damen talked: "Where, this is an old house, and it usually needs to be renovated."

Gao Cheng sat on the side silently with his eyelids down.

After having the Chenghu Mansion, he didn't feel much, but he thought it looked pretty good...

"Master," Hojo Hatsune opened the paper door of the Japanese room, "the old lady said that she is not feeling well tonight, so she needs to rest early..."

"Here we go again." President Damen frowned slightly, "Mr. Mao Li finally came home today..."

"It's no wonder, where can my mother-in-law eat dinner today?" Kayoko, the eldest daughter-in-law, said with a yin and yang, "I tell you, every year when my mother-in-law arrives on General Xiuyou's death day, she will worship at the Buddhist altar in her room until midnight. , to say that that was the time when General Xiuyou committed suicide, she once heard the voice and was scared to death..."

"Kayoko!" The eldest son, Daimen Kazuki, called to his wife in a deep voice.

"It's a fact, what does it matter?"

"Mom's body is not very good..."

"Kazuki," the president of the gate reprimanded his eldest son, "you don't have time to care about our old people, if you have time, spend more time on your work!"

The eldest daughter-in-law Kayoko smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help asking: "Father, about the next president candidate..."

"I'm still eating now, and I'll talk about it after eating."

The president of the gate packed up his mood and asked his younger son with concern, "Liang Lang, what are you doing now?"

"I sing in the restaurant." Daen Lianglang responded.

"Ah? How to do that kind of unpromising job? Come back, Liang Lang, you should also come back to Dad's company to help Dad, okay?"

　Salted fish for two months, rose in March
　　
　
(End of this chapter)