Conan: Money is Almighty

Miyamoto Han reversed direction at the intersection in front, because just now, the system issued him a time-limited mission.

Quest 4: Smuggle public funds stolen by Mr. Hayase for a limited period of three days.

Mission reward: 10 XP

Penalty for not completing the task: 1 million yen deducted.

Who is the wandering painter who recovers his memory?

For Miyamoto Han, it is already clear, it is Mr. Hayase who stole bank funds seven years ago!

This guy is obviously not a good bird either!

And the reason why Mrs. Hayase, whom Miyamoto Han met last time, declared her husband’s accidental death was also for that large amount of money, and it is estimated that it is not a good product!

Mrs. Hayase’s home wasn’t hard to find, so Han Miyamoto called the branch manager of the Kyoto Bank.

Following the instructions of the branch manager, Miyamoto soon arrived at Mrs. Hayase’s residence.

It was late afternoon, and Mrs. Hayase was carrying a vegetable basket in her hand, and from her slightly mean face, the eyes of the people around her had indeed changed a lot.

Miyamoto Han quietly followed behind her, approaching step by step.

There was a ginkgo tree in Mrs. Hayase’s house, and its leaves were already yellow and swaying in the wind.

The door of Hayase’s house was open.

This surprised Mrs. Hayase, and she even felt a can of something like a wolf spray from the vegetable basket.

She didn’t wear shoes, just to hide her footsteps, and Miyamoto Han imitated her walking towards the house.

He had already changed his appearance beforehand, and now he looked completely different.

At the door, Miyamoto Han heard such a conversation.

“Why did you come back?”

“Hehe, of course I came back to get my money!”

“Don’t be delusional, the money is no longer yours.”

“Fart! You declared an accidental death to me, didn’t you just get my money? ”

“I don’t even know where the money is? I declared an accidental death to you because I was fed up with the gossip of my neighbors! ”

“Cut!”

“Hey! Don’t smoke in my house! Mrs. Hayase shouted complainingly.

Soon came the sound of Mrs. Hayase opening the window.

Then there was silence, a long silence, as if neither of them had spoken anymore.

The street lights of the city are on…

“After eating, leave my house immediately!”

“I won’t leave until I don’t get the money.”

“You’re really cheeky!”

“Each other!”

When the neon light shone in from the window, Miyamoto Han heard a scream.

Miyamoto hid under the stacks and watched as Mrs. Hayase laboriously dragged a sack that she didn’t know what it contained toward the entrance.

Then there was the sound of the car starting, and a bright light shone on the road.

The car turned a corner and left quickly.

Miyamoto Han followed, and after about ten kilometers, Mrs. Hayase’s car stopped on the side of the road.

On this side, near the overpass, there was an abandoned baseball stadium below, and Mrs. Hayase dragged the dead sack from the trunk, and when she opened the sack, Mr. Hayase’s head was revealed.

Then she threw the whole body under the overpass.

After doing this, Mrs. Hayase looked very nervous, looked around in a panic, and then hurriedly started the engine of the car, the lights lit up on the road again, and the car drove faster.

The city’s hair salon has closed, and Mrs. Hayase has returned home.

She nervously opened the door, nervously changed her shoes, and nervously closed and locked the door.

The lights in the room were never turned on!

Miyamoto Han walked out from around the corner.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door.

“Who?” A hurried and panicked voice quickly came from inside.

“Mrs. Hayase, I’m a student in the neighborhood, and I’m in the university entrance examination stage, and every time I open the window of my room, the dead leaves of your ginkgo tree will fall in a lot, which makes me very troubled! So want to talk to you, so can you let me in now? ”

“It’s so late now, let’s talk about it another day, right?”

“Another day? That’s not going to work! By the way, I just saw your husband come back! ”

“Nope!” The voice inside the room became heavy, “You read it wrong! ”

“If you don’t open the door, I’ll have to call the police tomorrow morning to deal with the relationship between the neighbors!”

“Wait…”

The door creaked open.

Inside, Mrs. Hayase’s distorted and terrifying face was revealed, and even a little distorted and deformed.

“What did you just say?” Mrs. Hayase said in a low voice to the person Miyamoto was disguising.

“Good thing you opened the door!” Miyamoto Han bypassed her and walked straight into the hall.

“Mrs. Hayase, you still have two sets of chopsticks at home for dinner!”

“That’s the guest just now!”

“Guest? Why didn’t I see it? ”

“He’s gone?”

“Dead?” The corner of Miyamoto Han’s mouth hooked an arc.

Mrs. Hayase’s shoulders couldn’t help but tremble.

“Just kidding, kidding!” Miyamoto Han waved his hand and said.

“No joke like you, by the way, I haven’t seen you!” Mrs. Hayase stared at Miyamoto with a chill in her eyes and asked.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always lived in a boarding school, and I only moved back from the school in the past month!” Miyamoto Han has long thought of a dialogue to answer to all this.

“Yes?” Mrs. Hayase didn’t seem to believe Miyamoto’s words.

“That’s true!” Miyamoto Han found a sofa and sat down, then cocked one foot.

“Mrs. Hayase, if I’m not mistaken, you’ll call someone from the cleaning company early tomorrow morning, right?”

Mrs. Hayase’s eyes were suddenly filled with killing intent, but they were quickly hidden by her.

“Don’t be nervous, I came to your house to do a big deal with Mrs. Hayase!”

Miyamoto Han accentuated his tone on “big business”.

“Oh? I’m a woman, what business do you have to find me? Mrs. Hayase snorted and asked.

“About that huge sum!”

Mrs. Hayase’s face showed a look of disgust, “You’re going to make a mistake, right?” Where did the huge amount come from? ”

“It’s okay if you don’t plan to admit it, Mrs. Hayase, I have a video here I want to show you!”

Miyamoto Han took out a camera from behind him, then turned to Mrs. Hayase and asked, “Do you have a projector here?” ”

“What are you going to do?” Mrs. Hayase didn’t get ready to get the projector, but just asked in a cold tone.