As for Mr. Itsuki, he must be some kind of ox-headed or horse-faced demon.

So he came here specifically to see Kindaichi, it can't be...

"Hey, Kindaichi, you didn't start this detective agency, did you?"

Mr. Itsuki didn't mention his purpose for coming; instead, he patted Kindaichi on the shoulder affectionately.

Hajime-chan, who had just been so angry with Yoruichi Toyama that her face turned red and her neck bulged, immediately calmed down.

"How could that be! Didn't you hear what Uncle Kenchi said?"

"No, I just said I wanted to ask you to introduce me to a job..."

Mr. Itsuki was talking to himself when he suddenly stopped and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait! The Black Cat Detective Agency?"

"Could it be that...that...that..."

Kindaichi thought with a hint of resentment, "How come this lousy detective agency seems to be quite famous?"

"Mr. Itsuki, you've heard about Mr. Toyama's detective agency too?" Miyuki interjected curiously.

"Is it because of what happened in Karuizawa back then?"

"Oh, right, now that you mention it, I remember!" Mr. Itsuki said, slapping his forehead. "Hashi Corporation, right?"

"I heard from Mr. Kenmochi that the Fire Sacrifice family was also brought down by the president of the Black Cat Detective Agency!"

Watching them chatter so enthusiastically in front of her, Yoruichi Toyama couldn't help but exchange an amused glance with Akemi.

"So, Mr. Itsuki, what incident led you to hear about our detective agency?"

Finally, Akemi asked gently.

Mr. Itsuki turned around in surprise, as if he had just seen her and Yoruichi Toyama.

"So you are Miss Lin Mingmei!"

"Mr. Yuanshan..."

"Isn't that the guy behind you?!" Kindaichi said irritably. "What have you been looking at all this time?"

"Ah... I..." Mr. Itsuki scratched his head, looked at Yoruichi Toyama who was staring at him, and smiled awkwardly.

"I didn't expect Mr. Toyama to be so young!"

After a formal self-introduction and a handshake, Mr. Itsuki, who was actually quite experienced in social interactions, returned to normal.

Curious, he looked at Yoruichi Toyama and asked, "I've heard that Mr. Toyama has deep connections in the political world?"

Yoruichi Toyama's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she remained silent, lost in thought.

Kindaichi then made a "tsk" sound.

"How could that be! He's a returnee who's only been back in China for less than six months..."

Mr. Itsuki's eyes lit up even more, as if he had spotted an unexpected treasure.

"Did Mr. Toyama also study abroad?"

"Uh, I used to live abroad, and I only came back after graduating from university."

Faced with this increasingly gossipy question, Yoruichi Toyama had no choice but to give a few evasive answers.

"As for the political world, I really don't know anyone there. My family doesn't have any relatives in Japan anymore."

"But what about the Tsujimura diplomat incident..."

"That's exactly what he was referring to," Yoruichi Toyama thought.

Even if the authorities remain silent on this matter, as long as there are meddlesome media outlets, they can still dig up a lot of information.

Despite being threatened by diplomat Tsujimura, the few people who insisted on the wife turning herself in and taking the matter to the law were seen as righteous people who were not afraid of powerful figures.

Needless to say, Kogoro Mouri and Heiji Hattori are both well-off, and no one would dare to touch them easily.

Only Yoruichi Toyama, who seemed like an easy target, openly rode in a cabinet minister's car.

It's no wonder that gossip media would rave about this kind of pretentious and embarrassing situation.

"I only met 'that gentleman' by chance before, and we didn't have any real relationship."

"Relying on the fact that Akechi didn't show up at all," Yoruichi Toyama said with certainty.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Minister Kijima.

I am the same.

Mr. Itsuki could only sigh, having failed to uncover any explosive revelations.

"Hey, Mr. Itsuki!" Kindaichi, who had been neglected and drinking iced coffee for a long time, suddenly came to his senses.

"Didn't you say you were coming to see me? Why are you bothering that guy with all these questions!"

"Oh, right, right!" Mr. Itsuki chuckled. "There's a part-time job. You just need to stay for three days, do nothing, and you can earn 20,000 yen. How about it? Want to go?"

"Twenty-two thousand!" Hajime-chan, who has absolutely no resistance to money, immediately turned her eyes into the shape of "$".

"What kind of job is it? Does it include room and board?"

"Can I bring my phone to play games?"

“Um… I’m afraid that won’t work,” Mr. Itsuki explained.

"You know West East Medical University, right? There's a psychology professor there who's started a project and is recruiting volunteers to participate in the experiment..."

This means that participants in the experiment will stay at a designated location for three days, during which they will need to wear monitoring equipment 24 hours a day to record data such as heart rate and blood pressure. The reward is 20,000 yen.

“I think there are a few of the job requirements that fit you perfectly, and also Ms. Nanase, so I came to you as soon as possible.”

Kindaichi's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Tempted by the prospect of 20,000 yuan in game recharge funds, he nodded emphatically.

"No problem, I'll go..."

"etc!"

The one who interrupted him was, as expected, that annoying overseas-educated detective.

"Kindaichi-kun, you should really think this over carefully."

I vaguely remember which case this was from, Yoruichi Toyama.

Don't you feel that something happens every time you go out?