When Yoruichi Toyama returned to the study where everyone was gathered, she found the atmosphere even more somber than when she had left.
Diplomat Tsujimura Isao was furious, but unlike before, he didn't keep shouting "Call the police!"
It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, unable to vent it.
“Ah Xun, I think Mr. Mori is right,” Mr. Tsujimura finally broke the silence, “It’s not good for anyone if this gets out, so let’s just let it go.”
"Yes, Father, please let Mother go. After all, she has her reasons..."
Mr. Tsujimura's eyes widened as he looked at his son pleading for him.
"Guishan! You actually spoke up for that woman too! Or is it that..."
“It’s for Sachiko!” Kizen answered without hesitation. “Please grant us your blessing!”
Meanwhile, Sachiko, the biological daughter of Mrs. Tsujimura, was already in tears and didn't know what to say.
After all, she's a traditional Japanese girl. Even if she went to university, deep down she probably still believes that being a housewife and raising children is her destiny.
The result was that she first discovered that her boyfriend's stepmother was her biological mother who had abandoned her for 20 years, and then she discovered that her boyfriend's father was the mastermind behind her father's death.
This kind of ethical dilemma would be unbearable even for the strongest person.
Ms. Sachiko didn't even have the strength to say goodbye.
After pouring out everything, Mrs. Tsujimura felt much lighter and finally found the feeling of being a mother.
She turned to look directly at Mr. Tsujimura: "Our grudges shouldn't affect the next generation. Please grant their wish."
Mr. Tsujimura's anger, which was already burning, intensified instantly upon hearing her words.
"Are you pleading for these two children?" He pointed at Mrs. Tsujimura. "Are you trying to avoid being punished yourself!"
"Do you really think I'd let you stay in this house as the lady of the house any longer?"
"How do I know you won't stab me while I'm asleep, a woman who's trying to murder me?"
That's certainly true. In this situation, Mr. Tsujimura and his wife could no longer live together.
Mrs. Tsujimura nodded: "I can leave."
“Yes!” Mr. Tsujimura also tried his best to smooth things over. “You two can get a divorce quietly. When the media hears about it, just say that you’ve had many years of incompatibility and have finally decided to let each other go.”
"But Guishan...it's best if you don't follow in your father's footsteps in the future, otherwise, once Xingzi's true identity is revealed..."
Hearing such a solution, Gui Shan was overjoyed and nodded vigorously.
“No problem! I can support myself without relying on my father... and I also have Sachiko!”
Seeing that pursuing the matter further would be tantamount to putting his future on the line, Mr. Tsujimura had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Then, the gaze turned to Kogoro Mouri and his group.
"However, regarding today's matter, you lot..."
"This is the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, and this boy claims to be a police officer..."
Mrs. Tsujimura rushed to speak, trying her best to explain, but she couldn't quite articulate it clearly.
"In short, they promised to keep quiet!"
Upon hearing the name Kogoro Mouri, Mr. Tsujimura's expression did soften somewhat, and he nodded politely in acknowledgment.
"I have long heard of the name 'Sleeping Kogoro'."
"Haha, no problem, no problem!" Uncle Kogoro was actually quite adept at social skills, so he immediately laughed it off, but said seriously, "Mr. Tsujimura, please believe me, we detectives also have professional ethics."
"We will not disclose the privacy of our clients without their permission."
"That's good." Mr. Tsujimura breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Ran and Heiji Hattori.
"She looks like a girl from a Maori family. Don't you recognize her?"
Hattori Heiji pointed at Ran, then at himself.
"As for Russia, I am Hattori Heizo, the police inspector of Osaka Prefecture. Whenever you have time, come to Osaka Prefecture, and I guarantee you will be treated to a very thorough meal."
As he spoke, his thumb, which was pointing to his chest, turned into a palm, and he patted his chest.
He has the air of a very loyal Kansai man.
But what Mr. Tsujimura cared about was not his Kansai dialect, or rather, not entirely.
If it weren't for Hattori Heiji's deliberate use of the Kansai dialect, he might have doubted whether this dark-skinned-looking kid was really the son of the Osaka Prefectural Police Chief.
Of course, this isn't difficult to find out; you can just ask someone later.
Mr. Tsujimura knew very well that no matter how much he was wary, he had no reason to keep all these people in his mansion today.
He wanted to find out who these people were, and Kogoro Mouri and the others knew what his intentions were.
Only those with a certain social standing and some understanding of the political landscape know what should and shouldn't be said.
Like Kogoro Mouri, who only gained fame as a famous detective in middle age, he will definitely be careful with his words and actions, and keep everyone happy.
But if there's a blockhead like Mrs. Tsujimura or Kenji Yamashiro back then, Mr. Tsujimura will have no choice but to risk being reprimanded by "the higher-ups" and use that opportunity to silence him.
Heiji Hattori, despite his young age, seems like the kind of person who doesn't need to keep quiet.
It goes without saying that Ran is Kogoro Mouri's daughter.
That kid who suddenly fell ill with a fever was even less of a consideration for Mr. Tsujimura.
His gaze finally settled on Yoruichi Toyama.
Yoruichi Toyama, with a black cat perched on her shoulder and her hands in her pockets, looked lazy and like an unemployed bum.
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