While the group was discussing, a car slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

A small-eyed man in a suit with a mustache climbed out of the car, ignoring Kōyū and his group at the door, and walked straight into the Morozuki family home.

The man pushed open the door to the Morozuka family's house and greeted them familiarly, "Good afternoon."

"Friends?" Conan murmured, looking at the man.

From what the man said, it was clear that he was not the male head of the household, but he probably had a good relationship with the Morozumi family.

At least he has a good relationship with Mrs. Morozumi, who was the woman just now.

The next second, Mrs. Morozumi's words confirmed Conan's point of view.

She smiled and said to the man, "Teacher, you've come so early?"

"Yes, I'm free today."

The man addressed as "teacher" nodded in response.

"Teacher, look, I've done exactly what you said." Mrs. Morozuki smiled broadly, showing no sign that she had been angry just half a minute ago.

She pointed to the vase on the shoe cabinet and asked with a smile, "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

The man glanced in the direction Mrs. Morozumi was pointing, then smiled and said, "Very good, you did nothing wrong."

"The entryway represents good fortune, and placing ceramic ornaments suitable for any direction in the entryway is very auspicious according to Feng Shui."

The man walked into the house, closed the door behind him, and said, "Let's go inside and talk."

"So he's just a feng shui master." Guangyou curled his lip in disdain and muttered to himself, "Probably just another con artist."

It's not that he doesn't believe in feng shui, it's just that he doesn't believe he can find someone with real skills here.

But that's none of his business, since he wasn't fooled anyway.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

At that moment, a woman's voice suddenly rang out behind them.

Upon hearing the sound, the group turned around and looked back.

Behind the group stood a black-haired woman with heavy makeup, but even with the heavy makeup, she couldn't hide the wrinkles on her face.

"It's nothing..."

Before Uncle Mori could finish explaining, the woman walked past them, the breeze carrying a strong and pungent scent of perfume.

The smell made Guangyou frown, cover his mouth and nose with one hand, and fan his nose with the other.

Although he didn't know much about perfumes, he could still smell that the woman was definitely wearing the cheap kind.

The woman withdrew her gaze from the group, walked straight to the door, and pushed it open.

"Splash!"

The sound of the door opening attracted Mrs. Moroko, who was inside the house.

Upon seeing the woman at the door, Mrs. Moroko asked with a mixture of helplessness and anger, "What are you doing here? Sister, didn't I tell you not to come anymore?"

The heavily made-up woman, who was called "sister," quickly said, "Liangzi, don't be angry. I haven't had much luck this month, 100,000..."

As if she felt the amount was inappropriate, the heavily made-up woman paused for a moment before saying, "No, just lend me 50,000."

"If you're unlucky, why don't you go and have your fortune told to try and change your luck?!" Ryoko Morozumi strode to the door, her face full of anger and impatience.

She pushed her sister out the door, slammed it shut, and shouted, "Don't ever come looking for me again! There's absolutely no way I'll lend you any money!"

The heavily made-up woman glanced at the tightly closed door and snorted coldly.

Perhaps knowing that she wouldn't be able to borrow money even if she stayed, the heavily made-up woman didn't linger at the door and turned to walk towards the exit.

To avoid any further complications, Uncle Mori and the others turned around and pretended that they hadn't seen anything.

Only Guangyou silently took several steps back.

The smell was really pungent.

Compared to the scent of cheap perfumes, Kwangyu prefers the faint lemon fragrance left by shampoo in Ai's hair.

Holding Ai in his arms and smelling the delicate fragrance lingering around his nose, Kōyū felt his heart calm down.

Instead of wanting to get as far away from this woman as possible, he would have turned around and gone back to the office long ago if Uncle Mori hadn't been there.

Cheap perfume is worse than not wearing any at all.

The heavily made-up woman didn't say anything like "Can you guys stay away from me?" She glanced at the group and then quickly left.

"So Mrs. Morozumi's sister is a fortune teller," Hattori Heiji muttered to himself as he turned to look at the heavily made-up woman's departing figure.

"Let's go." Guangyou pinched his nose, waved his hand in the air, and frowned as he said, "Since the client said there's no need for an investigation, there's no point in us staying here."

"Actually, I wanted to stay and take another look." Hattori Heiji glanced at Kōsuke, then shifted his gaze to the gate of the Morozuki family's house.

It was as if he could see through that door and into what was happening inside.

“I have a feeling that there’s definitely something wrong with that auntie.” Hattori Heiji pinched his chin, recalling Morozumi Ryoko’s words, and said to Uncle Mori with a serious expression, “Uncle, why don’t we stay here?”

"I think Guangyou is right."

As a former police officer and now a private investigator, it is inappropriate for him to conduct investigations and surveillance without the client's permission.

If there is evidence to prove that the other party does have a problem, then it's fine; he can agree to stay and observe how things develop.

However, there is currently no evidence to prove that Ryoko Morozumi has any problems.

"Let's go back first." Uncle Mori glanced at Hattori Heiji, who was still thinking, and assumed he was figuring out how to tell Mr. Kusukawa about it.

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