Chapter 2509 2521 [Script] Ask for monthly ticket (`)

"I brought it." Yuuki Haruna quickly touched the paper bag and took out the ancient music box from it.

"Mr. Shugo said this is a very valuable item." Yuuki Haruna sighed, "If that's the case, I think it would be better to return it to its original owner, to the Ogata family."

Mrs. Ogata took it with a smile: "Thank you very much."

She looked down at the music box, fumbled for the spring with some unfamiliarity, and turned it twice. Soon, a piece of music flowed out.

"This song sounds familiar."

Mrs. Ogata seemed to be seeing the box for the first time. She was trying to recall it when suddenly a voice came from the side: "Come, Spring."

Mrs. Ogata was startled and looked in the direction of the voice: "Husband?"

Mr. Ogata walked into the room. He saw the guests in the room and explained to them, "This is the song my mother used to play."

Jiang Xia looked back at the wall. There were more than one black-and-white portrait in the mourning hall. Next to Mr. Qiu Wu was a black-and-white portrait of an old lady in a kimono. "Is this your mother?"

Mr. Ogata nodded chattily, "My mother's name was Haruna, and she passed away three years ago."

"Haruna?" Yuuki Haruna was surprised, "Doesn't that mean she has the same name as me?"

The second son of the Ogata family came in at some point. He smiled and said, "After grandma passed away, grandpa always went out for a walk late at night. We were a little worried about his safety, so we asked him to bring a pager for easy communication. But grandpa became addicted to the pager. He always said happily, 'Haruna is back.' I guess he thought of my deceased grandma when he was chatting with you."

"I see." Yuuki Haruna breathed a sigh of relief: sudden kindness always makes people feel a little uneasy, and now that she knows the reason, she feels relieved.

The two young men chatted for a while about the late Grandpa Qiu Wu.

Meanwhile, the older generation nearby were becoming increasingly restless.

"Um..." Mr. Ogata, the current head of the Ogata family, couldn't help asking after playing with the music box for a while, "Did you put something else in this music box?"

"Anything else?" Yuuki Haruna was a little confused, "Nothing."

"How can there be nothing?" Mr. Ogata, who was over fifty years old, was a little anxious. He stared at Haruna Ogata and said, "Think carefully, is there anything white, small, and thin inside..."

“Hand-carved stamps.”

Another voice came from the door, interrupting Mr. Ogata's hint.

Curacao looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that the person who came this time was the eldest son of the Ogata family. Unlike the sunny and cheerful second son, this eldest son looked smart and capable, but there was a hint of commercialism and cunning in his face, which made it difficult for people to have a good impression of him.

"With my parents and the eldest and second sons, there are already four of us." Curacao counted silently in his mind, "Based on my experience, this has already met the requirements of the Uzo stage... Tsk, I was careless. Next time I go on a mission at someone else's house, I must pay attention to the number of people and not go to a house with too many people."

When the organization cadres were secretly summing up their experience.

Next to him, the eldest son of the Ogata family had ruthlessly exposed his father's thoughts.

"Dad, why are you being so euphemistic? Why don't you just ask her directly - ask her if she had put the set of hand-carved stamps worth 200 million yen in the music box, and she kept the stamps for herself and only returned the worthless music box hypocritically."

"Brother!" The second son of the Ogata family was shocked, "What are you talking about!"

The eldest son of the Ogata family ignored him and just stared at Yuuki Haruna who was at a loss beside him: "Maybe grandpa didn't give you the stamps directly, but only told you where the stamps were hidden - you came to our house specifically to find the whereabouts of the stamps, right?"

Yuuki Haruna was stunned: "I didn't..."

"Okay, no need to quibble." The eldest son of the Ogata family waved his hand, "Just wait, I will tear off your hypocritical mask in a moment - before that, you can just stay in my house as a guest for the last time and enjoy yourself."

A truly strong person never gives others a chance to confront him. After speaking these words rapidly, the eldest son turned around and left.

"This kid is so rude." Mr. Ogata sighed at his son's back, and then turned to Yuuki Haruna and Jiang Xia and said, "Don't pay attention to him. His company has been in trouble recently, so his temper is as bad as gunpowder. Instead of this, stay at my house tonight and have a simple meal. I want to hear you talk more about my father."

…

"The whole meal felt like an ambush from all sides. I've never been so tired even when playing Werewolf." After dinner, Suzuki Sonoko collapsed on the tatami and complained to two classmates, "They said they wanted to hear about their father's past. I don't think they have any intention of missing the deceased. They just want to get the whereabouts of the broken stamp from Miss Haruna."

Yuuki Haruna also looked helpless: "But when I received the music box, there was really nothing else in it, and Mr. Shugo never mentioned stamps when he talked to me."

"Oh, let's not talk about this family. It's really a bummer." Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand in boredom. Suddenly she remembered something and looked at the corner curiously. She pulled a person who was not in the conversation into the conversation. "Ms. Shirai, aren't you a lawyer? I don't think I saw you working today... So what are you doing here?"

Curacao: “…”

What was she doing here? Of course, to do her mission. But now, a hateful guy disrupted her perfect plan.

——Before coming here, Curacao arranged a subordinate, hoping that the clever subordinate would pretend to be a close friend of the late Mr. Ogata, and come here to perform an efficient puzzle-solving. But now...

That guy Uzo took away her way, leaving her with nowhere to go now.

Fortunately, the next moment after arriving here and seeing Jiang Xia, Curacao immediately sent a "suspension of operation" notice to the subordinate - otherwise, sending a fake detective to Uzo... would be like throwing meat buns at a dog, and would only waste the talent she had worked so hard to discover.

“But how come Uzo’s script is so similar to my plan?” Curacao wondered, “Did I watch his performances too many times and imitate him unconsciously, or… is there really a traitor around me?”

As this thought flashed through her mind, the new subordinate, whom she had admired very much, suddenly became suspicious.

As she pondered, she perfunctorily responded to Suzuki Sonoko's question: "I am responsible for publishing the will of the deceased old man, but the corresponding publishing conditions have not been met yet."

(End of this chapter)