Chapter 117 Chapter 117 The Evil-minded Ling Ling
Olga finished her story about "Little Red." Although she didn't know if Akai Shuichi, disguised as a pink-haired girl, was still standing at the door, she looked at Sera Masumi and said meaningfully in a light yet provocative tone:
"I wonder if my brother would show up if my sister was in danger."
Seeing Sera Masumi's expression suddenly become alert, Olga smiled even more happily, and even deliberately added:
"Ah, I'm not talking about that famous Taiko brother."
For the first time, Sera Masumi's scalp tingled—this person investigated her! And the investigation was very comprehensive.
The Akai family's relationships are complex, with three siblings sharing three different surnames. A simple investigation would be difficult to determine that Haneda Hideyoshi, who had been adopted into the Haneda family, was Sera Masumi's second brother. Of course, it would also be difficult to determine that Akai Shuichi was their eldest brother.
Olga didn't have time to appreciate Sera Masumi's panicked expression. As soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang. Olga looked down at the caller ID on the screen.
Vermouth.
Then, the smile on her face finally faded.
Olga ignored Sera Masumi who seemed to be trying to do something behind her, and waved casually to Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko with the hand holding the phone, then walked into an empty recording studio next to her to answer the phone.
What Olga didn't see was that Conan also followed quietly, hiding in the corner of the wall where her vision was blind. At this moment, he was tilting his ear, concentrating his attention to eavesdrop on her phone call.
Conan's thoughts were simple. Olga was a member of the organization. Her expression, which had been smiling as if watching a play, suddenly turned cold after receiving a phone call. Combining these two factors, it was easy to draw a conclusion—the call was from a member of the organization.
There might be important information. Conan felt that he must not miss it.
But Conan obviously forgot an old saying: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
He didn't notice that when he quietly followed Olga, another person noticed his slightly sneaky behavior and followed him.
Watching Olga in the recording studio press the answer button on her phone, Conan pricked up his ears, ready to listen carefully, when he heard a voice suddenly come from behind him:
"Eh? Conan? What are you doing here?"
It was Rei Furuya's voice. He didn't lower his voice, and even pretended to have just noticed Conan's strange behavior.
Olga, who was leaning against the wall, looked up.
Conan was stunned, then had to scratch the back of his head awkwardly, stammering in a childish tone with his throat pinched:
"Haha, ha, I just wanted to go to the bathroom! But I didn't know the way, so I saw Olga leaving and thought she was going to the bathroom too, so I followed her!"
At this point, Xiaolan, who was standing by, finally realized that Conan had run away. She was a little embarrassed and complained:
"Really, Conan, if you need to go to the bathroom, you can tell me. Olga is going to answer the phone. No matter what, eavesdropping on people's phone calls is rude."
Conan said "I know" with a smile on his face, but his heart had already turned into the shape of a half-moon eye——
What the hell is Mr. Amuro doing?! Why isn't he listening to Olga's call? It's clearly someone from the organization calling!
Olga had already finished her brief phone call. She returned to her casual demeanor:
"Sorry, my aunt just arrived in Japan. Now, I have to go to dinner with her."
After saying this to Ran Mouri and the others, Olga put her phone back in her pocket and walked out the door. When they passed by Rei Furuya, they didn't exchange any words, not even eye contact, as if they had never met before.
"Okay, okay! Have fun with Auntie!"
"Olga-san, let's make an appointment for rehearsal next time!"
Aside from Sera Masumi, who stared at Olga's back with a frown on her face, clearly still reeling from the "Xiao Hong" story she'd just told, and even threatening her with her brother Haneda Hideyoshi's safety, Maori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko were completely clueless and said goodbye to Olga as usual.
Conan looked thoughtfully at Olga's back as it gradually disappeared into the sunset, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Furuya Rei beside him.
Olga's...aunt?
Is she a member of a real organization, or is this just an excuse she made up?
However, Furuya Rei remained calm and composed. After noticing Conan's gaze, he even smiled at him.
Conan looked away, his lips twitching in silence. Amuro Toru was quite good at playing dumb. And—
Is he being a little too protective of Olga?
It can even be called indulgence!
*
Olga received a call from Vermouth, who wanted her to go with her on a mission. A mission assigned by Rum himself.
Vermouth did not say what the specific content of the mission was, but just asked Olga to go there quickly.
Olga didn't really want to go. After all, Rum hadn't specifically asked Olga to assist Vermouth. And Vermouth's anxious tone was clearly an act.
But Olga went anyway. Partly because she wanted to see what Vermouth was up to. Partly because she'd recently spoken venomously to Rei Furuya at the Poirot Café. Olga had certainly had a good time picking on Rei Furuya, but afterward... she felt a bit lost. It was only thanks to her acting prowess that she managed to act nonchalant.
So... I didn't know how to look at Ling Ling next, and the main reason why I finally decided to run away was probably.
Olga started the car with a blank expression, and couldn't help but complain in her heart about how she had become so useless. After all, Furuya Rei's current calmness must be an act, Olga was sure of it.
Olga soon drove to the location Vermouth had sent her. It was a suburban parking lot. For a densely populated area like Tokyo, the parking lot was unusually empty, even somewhat desolate.
Just as Olga got out of the Bugatti she drove and stood beside the car looking around, trying to find Vermouth, two horn honks were heard behind her, which were particularly harsh in the empty night.
Olga frowned slightly, and when she looked back, her expression became even worse.
It was a black Japanese sedan—the kind that would fall apart at the slightest bump—and it was a very old model. The body was covered in dust and mud, as if it had just been in a mudslide.
Sitting in the driver's seat was an ordinary-looking man with typical East Asian features, slightly overweight, slightly balding, and wearing a pair of thick black-framed glasses. However, at that moment, his face wore an arrogant expression that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.
Obviously, this person is Vermouth in disguise.
But Olga stood where she was, with no intention of moving forward.
Then, the man in the car raised his unattractive pale eyebrows, released the brake, and slowly slid to Olga's side. He then lowered the passenger window.
"Alsace, get in the car."
The ordinary-looking man uttered a slightly hoarse female voice.
Olga remained where she was, looking critically at the car. "Vermouth, your taste is getting worse and worse."
Vermouth was delighted when she heard this: "Arthas, we are going on a mission, and using this humble car is the safest option. Do I need to teach you this?"
Olga obviously didn't need Vermouth's teachings. She knew very well that Vermouth was right, but...
Forget it. Thinking of this, Olga wrinkled her nose, reluctantly pinched the door handle covered with a thick layer of dust between her index finger and thumb, opened the passenger door, and got in.
The only good news is that the inside of the car is at least not as dirty as the outside. Although the interior comfort is still very poor, it even has an unpleasant smell of cheap artificial leather.
Vermouth turned the car with one hand and grabbed a small bag from the back seat with the other hand and threw it to Olga.
Olga took it with disdain. She opened the small black bag and saw that it contained disguise items.
"What exactly is the mission?"
Olga picked up a brown wig from her small bag with two fingers. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and Olga didn't want to wear it.
Vermouth glanced at Olga with a sidelong glance, the corners of her mouth curled up, as if she was very satisfied with Olga's performance. In Tokyo at night, she almost stepped on the accelerator of this Japanese car to the bottom, and only then could she barely feel like she was racing.
Even though Olga could feel the four tires of the car shaking very dangerously.
This little broken car can't withstand high-speed driving at all.
Vermouth obviously realized this and immediately slowed down the car. It was obvious that she didn't have much experience driving this kind of car.
Vermouth lowered the driver's window slightly, letting in the muggy Tokyo summer night breeze, alleviating the dizzying smell of the cheap, artificial leather.
She placed one hand on the steering wheel, rested her other elbow on the windowsill, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and tilted her head slightly to look at Olga who was changing her appearance.
"Do you know the Mori Detective Agency?"
"Nonsense," Olga mumbled. She was looking in the mirror, trying to make her skin darker.
The Mouri Detective Agency, where Ran Mouri and Conan currently live. Vermouth knew that Olga must know about it, and maybe even... had been monitoring it. And——
"Your favorite Bourbon is lurking in the Poirot Cafe under that detective agency, and he's even taken Kogoro Mouri as his apprentice."
Olga rolled her eyes ungracefully.
Vermouth didn't care about Olga's attitude. After all, she couldn't change Olga's inexplicable hostility towards Mao Lilan and Kudo Shinichi. So, she continued:
"So, did you know there's a sushi restaurant next to the Poirot Cafe?"
Olga herself wasn't particularly interested in sushi. But she had a very good memory. She had just been to the Poirot Café a few hours earlier, and naturally, she had passed by the sushi restaurant. Although she hadn't specifically looked at the sushi restaurant's sign, she had—
Olga thought for a moment and said, "Iroha Sushi Restaurant?"
Vermouth sat up slightly and snapped her fingers with the hand that had been supporting her head.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Olga actually wanted to say, 'Riddler, get out of Tokyo!'
Vermouth gave a short laugh: "When did you become as impatient as Rum?"
"Stop the car. I want to get out." Orchard was about to be disgusted. Saying she looked like rum?
Vermouth burst out laughing at this. Under Olga's increasingly ominous gaze, she finally got down to business: "Rum plans to infiltrate Iroha Sushi Restaurant to get close to and investigate Maori Kogoro."
Instantly, she saw the impatience on Olga's face disappear, and a frown formed on her brow. Vermouth then said slowly, "Don't worry, Rum isn't doubting your sweetheart again. He's just impatient, and since Bourbon's investigation hasn't yielded any results, he's planning to take action himself."
Recently, Rum has become increasingly sensitive and suspicious due to the online resurfacing of the Haneda Hiroshi case from 17 years ago. He has also become more impatient. He now suspects that Maori Kogoro is investigating the Haneda Hiroshi case and has sufficient clues and evidence.
At the beginning, Rum sent Bourbon to approach Maori Kogoro, trying to find out how much important information Maori Kogoro had.
To be honest, Bourbon's progress in the investigation wasn't slow. However, with the recent undercurrents within the organization, coupled with Rum's sensitivity and suspicion, he began to suspect Bourbon was siding with the boss, which was why he wasn't paying enough attention to the mission he had assigned him.
As a result, there were very few subordinates that Rum could fully trust and who were also very capable, and most of them were not in Tokyo. So, the impatient Rum finally decided to go out himself.
Ultimately, a man like Rum only trusts himself the most.
“You know,” Vermouth saw the red light ahead, but she still stepped on the accelerator, bypassed the car in front that was braking, and sped through the intersection directly, “In Japan, you can’t arbitrarily fire regular employees without reason.”
Iroha Sushi's size was limited, so it didn't need many employees. Therefore, if Rum wanted to infiltrate as an Iroha Sushi employee, he would have to reduce the number of employees.
As for how to have one less?
Rum's intention was to have Vermouth kill a random person. Then, he could pretend to have extensive experience working in the sushi restaurant industry and immediately apply for the job with a low salary. Iroha Sushi, desperate for staff, would surely not refuse Rum.
Olga now understood why Vermouth had to change her appearance. When doing dirty work like murder and arson, especially for someone like Vermouth whose biometric information the police already had, disguise was extremely necessary.
Olga reluctantly put on the brown wig. At that moment, she looked like an ordinary middle-aged East Asian woman, the kind whose face you couldn't remember at first glance.
"What are you going to do?" Olga's voice changed when she spoke again, becoming deeper and hoarse than before. This was completely unnecessary; it was just a habit.
Finally, at a narrow intersection without a traffic light, Vermouth stopped the car. She gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes, sharp even through disguise, staring into the darkness ahead:
"Just hit it with a car."
"It's really nothing new." Olga leaned back in her chair and relaxed. Of course, she still fastened her seat belt first. "You can do this kind of thing on your own, right? Why ask me?"
There was a park next to this path, and many people who lived nearby would stroll in the park at night. Apparently, Vermouth was waiting here to catch a clerk at a sushi restaurant in Iroha.
Vermouth suddenly said to Olga meaningfully, "I don't know what I was thinking of.
"In fact, Bourbon is the most suitable person to give this task to."
Olga gave her a puzzled look. Of course, the puzzlement was genuine and genuine.
Speaking of which... Vermouth's impression of Lingling always seems to be 'cruel and unscrupulous'?
A shadowy figure appeared not far ahead. Vermouth gripped the steering wheel, sat up straight, and looked straight ahead, but her tone was not nervous at all:
"Before, Bourbon suspected that Akai Shuichi was not dead, and planned to kill the female FBI friend to test the FBI."
“Eh—?”
Olga was really surprised. There was no need for Vermouth to lie to her about this.
She was still leaning back in her chair with her arms folded, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was full of obvious interest, and she seemed to be sighing to herself:
"He actually has such a dark plan."
Vermouth suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly accelerated forward. Amid the harsh sound of the tires rubbing against the asphalt road, Olga heard Vermouth sneer in disdain.
"Do you have any misunderstanding about that guy?"
Vermouth's voice seemed a little muffled amidst the whistling wind that rushed into the car through the gaps in the window.
"He was just this kind of dark and despicable guy."
"Bang--"
The car slammed into a middle-aged man crossing the street with such force that he was sent flying, leaving only one shoe in the air.
Olga fell forward out of inertia, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt. Her back hit the not-so-soft seatback, and suddenly, amidst the darkness and blood, she laughed silently.
Vermouth didn't slow down, so the Japanese sedan, with a dented front end, continued its high speed, ran over the shoe on the ground, and disappeared into the night like a gust of wind.
*
But Olga still didn't understand why Vermouth called her over.
Finally, Vermouth parked the Japanese sedan, whose front had been dented by pedestrians, in an open space behind an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs. She tore off her mask and wig, pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Olga also got out of the car. The surroundings were completely empty, overgrown with weeds, and there were only a few dim streetlights. Only the moon in the sky shone faintly through the thick clouds.
It's a good place to kill someone.
But they have already killed people.
"So, why did you call me here?"
Olga casually kicked the passenger door, and it slammed shut.
Vermouth casually smoothed her long golden hair, her expression still relaxed and casual, but her words gradually became serious.
She looked over the not-so-high roof at Olga opposite her:
"Boss and Rum are both very unhappy with your previous act of kidnapping Bourbon and disappearing, Arthas."
As Olga looked absentminded, Vermouth's expression and tone became as serious as hers. She earnestly warned:
"Be careful in the near future, especially—don't go near the Maori Detective Agency. We just took care of that sushi restaurant employee, and you know what that means."
This means that Rum will soon become a new employee at the Iroha Sushi restaurant.
But Olga did not appreciate it. Instead, she smiled with interest and said:
"Eh? Then I'll have to go to Iroha Sushi more often."
In the face of Vermouth's increasingly disapproving gaze, Olga continued as if unaware:
"It's an honor to have Rum serve me personally."
For a moment, the world seemed to be left with only the chirping of summer insects and the sound of the night wind, quiet yet noisy.
Suddenly, Vermouth turned and walked into the abandoned warehouse.
A few seconds later, the dazzling light of high beams shone out from the door of the abandoned warehouse.
Olga was blinded by the sudden bright light and couldn't help but turn her head and close her eyes, shielding them with her hands. Then, something suddenly occurred to her. Just as she was about to speak, the purple Porsche left behind only a trail of exhaust and sped away amidst the roar of its engine.
“Tsk.”
The world turned black again, and Olga lowered her hand that was blocking her eyes. The question now was——
How to go back?
Olga thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled as she looked at the car behind her with a dented hood and a large amount of blood on it.
She took out her cell phone and dialed a number using the shortcut key:
"Zero. Come get me."
Olga recalled Vermouth's words, saying that Rei Furuya once had the intention of killing Judy's friend to test her. This made Olga feel very surprised.
I wonder what Ling Ling’s expression would be when he saw this car that had obviously just hit someone?
*
In reality, Furuya Rei's expression remained as calm as ever. He acted as if he hadn't seen the car. Even when Olga cupped his face from behind and asked him to turn his head to look, he only let out a slight tremor in his chest and seemed to give a very short laugh.
"I see, Olya."
"Thinking?"
Furuya Rei stuffed Olga into the passenger seat of the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away:
"Don't take that kind of car in the future. It's not safe."
Olga turned her head in surprise and looked up and down at Furuya Rei, but could not see anything unusual.
She opened her mouth, but in the end, she could only utter one sentence:
"Let's go get sushi tomorrow. Let's go to Iroha Sushi, the place next to Poirot Cafe."
"good."
Furuya Rei didn't even hesitate for half a second.
Olga looked at his profile and couldn't help but start to wonder if Lingling already knew something?
Rum and Vermouth's sense of confidentiality is also not good...
*
The next night, Olga took Rei Furuya to Iroha Sushi.
"Welcome!"
As they entered, they were met by Rum, who was dressed in the uniform of an Iroha shop assistant. He had put on a wig, covered his left eye with an eye patch, and had a pair of comically long front teeth.
The moment he saw Olga and Rei Furuya, Rum, who had just turned around with a fake business smile on his face, immediately showed obvious surprise in his only remaining eye.
However, Olga, playing dumb, simply took the hand of Rei Furuya, also playing dumb, and sat down together at an empty table. Then Olga turned around, looked at Rum, and raised her hand:
"Order!"
Excitement was evident on her face, while Rum... gritted his teeth while maintaining a professional fake smile.
After all, he is the second-in-command of the organization, so he still has some composure.
Having determination is a good thing. So, Olga, smiling and pretending to be innocent, began to make things difficult for Rum, no, now I should call him Wakita Kensuke. Olga began to make things difficult for Wakita Kensuke.
"Where did this O-Toro come from? Was it caught by fishing or longline? How long has it been frozen?" Who would know such things?
"Why are my ginger slices cut into different thicknesses? This will affect the mouth-cleansing effect." This little kid doesn't eat ginger at all!
"There's not enough soy sauce." You haven't even touched soy sauce!
"There's a small flying insect, take care of it." Where did the insect come from? Why didn't I see it?
"Please serve sushi in the order I requested: white fish first, then shellfish, then glazed fish, and finally red fish. Please rearrange it." Damn kid!
"The finger you were holding the towel with touched the edge of the bowl. Please change it." Damn kid!
"You're blocking the light from where you're standing. Please always stay two steps to my left." Damn kid!
"The table is a little shaky, put some padding on it." Damn kid!
…
As a result, Rum, who used the alias Wakita Kensuke, kept circling around Olga in the sushi restaurant, trying to be patient but still couldn't meet all her requests.
During the process, Rum repeatedly used his eyes to angrily hint at Bourbon, asking him to quickly control this overly suicidal brat. However, Bourbon clearly acted stupid and looked at Arthas with all his heart, as if he had never received any hint from him!
Just when Rum was about to explode and thought that it was better for this sushi bar clerk not to do it,
As the sound of wind chimes rang again, the door of Iroha Sushi Restaurant was pushed open again.
"Welcome!"
Wakita Kanenori turned around and saw his target, Maori Kogoro, and two little kids, one big and one small, following him - but that didn't matter.
The brat named Maori Ran looked surprised when she saw Arthas and Bourbon, then blushed and leaned over to Arthas and whispered something. It didn't matter. Rum knew that Olga had gone to Teitan High School under a fake identity and was in the same class as Maori Ran.
The kid named Conan had half-moon eyes and a twitching mouth, revealing a mature expression that was completely inconsistent with his age.
The only thing that matters is—
From an unseen angle, the corners of Wakita Kensuke's mouth curved into a sinister arc. Then, he turned and walked towards the table where Maori Kogoro was seated. "Guests, what would you like to order?"
Kogoro Mori.
Wakita Kanenori's only remaining eye was fixed on the confused detective. He thought that Maori Kogoro was still pretending.
How much do you know about the Haneda Koji case, Maori Kogoro?!
After Olga's repeated criticism, in just over ten minutes, Rum, who had always been a waiter, had regained his skills as a waiter and became more like a waiter. Of course, Olga didn't necessarily ask Rum to thank her for helping him improve his acting skills.
In short, this training of Rum's acting skills came in handy when he faced Maori Kogoro. Although Maori Kogoro himself is not a picky person...
As for Maori Lan?
When she saw Olga and Furuya Rei sitting together and behaving intimately, her face immediately turned red with surprise.
Then, Mao Lilan left Mao Li Kogoro, who was in a daze, and Conan, who was speechless, and almost immediately ran over, pulling Olga aside. She looked around cautiously, covered her mouth with her hands, and asked in a low voice:
"Did you capture Mr. Amuro so quickly?"
Olga was a little confused at first, but later she remembered.
Yes, neither Mao Lilan nor Suzuki Sonoko knew that Olga already knew Furuya Rei. So the day before at Poirot Café, Suzuki Sonoko even tried to help Olga pursue Furuya Rei.
I think Ran Mouri's thought process should be the same as Suzuki Sonoko's.
In response, Olga simply gave Ran Maori a deliberately ambiguous smile, and her face turned even redder as she continued to imagine the situation. Olga had already returned to her seat and raised her voice slightly towards Rum, who had just been vacant.
"More tea, please!"
Then, she watched with great interest as Rum, who was gritting his teeth, came to refill her tea, and she almost fell on Furiya Rei's shoulder with laughter.
*
Of course, with the Grim Reaper present, it is almost impossible for no murders to occur.
Olga was originally waiting to see what kind of wonderful expression Rum would have after the murder happened and when he found out that Kogoro Mouri was actually a fool.
Would you quit your job at the sushi restaurant immediately?
According to Rum's style, he should just not go to work without saying a word and let the identity of "Wakita Kamenori" disappear from the world.
However, what happened today was not a murder, but just an ordinary theft case.
After Maori Kogoro and the others, three more customers came into the sushi restaurant. And then——
A short, plump woman in a purple dress rushed into the sushi restaurant's restroom and quickly emerged with a handbag, claiming someone had stolen her wallet and dumped it in the restroom. While the rest of the wallet's contents were still there, the winning lottery ticket was gone.
The only people who had used the restroom were the three customers who entered the shop after Maori Kogoro and his companions. The woman in purple clothes claimed to have grabbed the criminal's cuffs with her bloody hands. Unfortunately, the cuffs of the three suspects were clean.
Olga took a quick look and guessed who the criminal was. Just as she was about to secretly tell Conan the spoiler, she suddenly saw Rum's expression of understanding:
"I think the famous Mr. Kogoro must have known why the criminal came to the sushi restaurant, right?"
Putting aside Kogoro Mouri's confused expression, Olga was also confused.
Yes, why?
Olga had no interest in reasoning, but if Rum had figured it out, her desire to win would be aroused, and she had to know it too.
Olga was once praised by her boss as being as capable as a young Rum. Olga scoffed at this – she was clearly far superior to Rum!
Although she had never seen Rum with his left eye, but since he was able to cause such a big mess as the Haneda Hiroshi case, it seemed that Rum was no more than that back then.
Olga stared at the criminal for a long time, but she still couldn't understand why he had to come to the sushi restaurant. Wouldn't it be more convenient to just drop the bag on the side of the road?
She couldn't figure it out. So...Olga decided to cheat.
Under the table, Olga tugged at the hem of Furuya Rei's clothes.
After Furuya Rei leaned over and listened to Olga's question, he smiled. He didn't make a sound, but Olga felt the vibration in his chest.
Then, she felt the person leaning close to her ear, and the voice was a little different from usual, and seemed to be deeper:
"Ginger breaks down proteins, and blood also contains proteins. Blood stains on clothes are difficult to clean because the proteins adhere to the fibers of the clothes. So, just drop some ginger juice on the blood stain and it will be cleaned. Similarly, white radish paste can also break down blood stains."
Olga didn't hear what Furuya Rei said next. She wanted to move away, but Furuya Rei pinned her arms under the table, preventing her from moving.
The warm breath sprayed on her earlobe so closely. Olga's ear tip moved constantly. She thought her ear must be red, otherwise why would it be so hot?
Her ears are actually very sensitive.
But Furuya Rei seemed not to notice. Or perhaps, he was deliberately not noticing.
*
All in all, the case was solved, and the dormant Kogoro Mouri reappeared.
Olga was dazed and had no idea how the case was solved. When she came to, Rum was looking at Maori Kogoro, who had just woken up, with admiration on his face, and said in an extremely exaggerated tone:
"I really didn't recognize the real talent, Mr. Kogoro Mori who was sleeping!"
Facing Maori Kogoro who was scratching the back of his head in confusion, Rum finally revealed his true intentions:
"Please, please accept me as your disciple no matter what!"
"...I'll take you as my apprentice?" Maori Kogoro looked at Furuya Rei not far away, thinking that many people have come to him to become his apprentices recently. But -
Maori Kogoro actually did not want to accept Wakita Kensuke as his apprentice. However,
"Next time we eat sushi, I'll definitely give you a discount!"
This is what Wakita Kanezawa said.
Then, Maori Kogoro's eyes, which were still a little sleepy, immediately lit up:
"That's no problem!"
The farce is over. I don't know whether Rum really thinks Maori Kogoro is capable, or if he has other plans.
Olga was a little distracted just now, so she didn't know whether Rum had discovered the strangeness behind the "Sleeping Kogoro".
Of course, she wasn't in the mood to explore right now. ...After being teased by Furuya Rei just now.
So the two of them left Iroha Sushi Restaurant directly and drove home.
Along the way, Fūya Reida always looked relaxed and even in a very good mood.
Olga secretly looked at him for a long time, and became even more unhappy.
No, maybe it's more than just unpleasantness...
Olga tried to find something to say. Perhaps she was a little overwhelmed and needed words to calm herself down.
"Rum actually stole your idea."
The idea of becoming a disciple of Kogoro Mori was actually initiated by Bourbon.
Olga didn't know if it was her imagination, but she thought she heard Rei Furuya give a short laugh. What was he laughing at? It definitely wasn't Rum.
But he still naturally continued Olga's somewhat abrupt words:
"Now, the Maori family is surrounded by a group of talented people."
Olga seemed to have gradually calmed down, and her relationship with Rei Furuya returned to its most natural state. She grumbled with some disdain:
"Maybe it's the carrots holding a meeting."
This time, Furuya Rei actually laughed out loud. Olga also curled her lips. She looked at the twinkling night lights ahead, and secretly watched Furuya Rei from the corner of her eye:
"Now you know who Kudo Shinichi is, right?"
"Didn't you tell me that a long time ago?"
"Oh, really?"
"But it seems that Rum doesn't know yet."
"Ah la, after all, he's not very popular, so it's normal that no one tells him."
The two of them looked at each other and laughed out loud. Perhaps it was because rum slagging really made people happy.
Just at this moment, a discordant text message ringtone suddenly rang.
Olga naturally picked up Furuya Rei's phone and took a look at it, and immediately became even happier:
"'Give me information about Kudo Shinichi as soon as possible. Time is money!'"
She imitated Rum's voice and read out the content of the text message.
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