Soon, Guangyou stopped worrying about this issue:
"Fine, if they refuse, we'll use the backup plan."
"Let's see if those people will choose to get their money back or lose an even bigger five million."
He has little to do with capital.
Moreover, the money wasn't obtained through legitimate means.
Therefore, Guangyou didn't feel any psychological pressure.
In short:
—Just make money.
Conan saw Kōyū put away his phone, but he only glanced at it before turning back to continue looking at the scenery.
In the earliest days, he would have asked Guangyou who he was texting with.
But now...
hehe.
Even without asking, he knows who he's with.
...
During the journey, Guangyou suddenly remembered something very important.
He then asked Eri:
"Auntie Yingli, if we do that, what if Uncle...?"
That's all for now.
Although Kōsuke didn't say the content of the question, Eri Kisaki knew what he meant.
She stared straight ahead, her expression somewhat cold.
It wasn't directed at Kōsuke who asked the question, but at Uncle Mori who spent money recklessly without completing the task.
She said:
"It's fine."
"Kuangyou, you don't need to worry about that guy."
"Anyway, we should be back soon."
It was clear that Eiji wanted to teach Uncle Mori a lesson, so Kōsuke didn't ask any further questions.
...
There was a considerable distance between the destination and the firm.
By the time everyone arrived at Fujieda Mikio's house, it was already sunset.
The Fujieda family's butler was the one who came out to greet everyone.
He was an elderly man.
With his squinty eyes, he was clearly no ordinary person.
Law: Those with squinty eyes are all monsters.
Of course, these were all just things that Kwangyu imagined.
It's not very useful for reference.
After opening the door for everyone, the butler first welcomed them:
"I look forward to welcoming you all."
"You must be Mr. Kogoro Mouri's agent, right?"
"Yes," Eri Kisaki replied affirmatively.
After confirming his identity, the butler introduced himself in a somewhat muffled voice.
"Hello."
"I am Kusahachi Ueki, who has been the housekeeper of this house for fifty years."
"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to tell me, don't be shy."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ueki Kusahachi turned to the side and coughed a few times with his fist clenched.
He looks like he has a cold.
Therefore, Conan kindly asked:
Do you have a cold?
Upon hearing Conan's question, Ueki Kusaba hummed in response and said:
"Besides, I have some old health problems, so it's fine."
After answering Conan, he said to the others:
"I'm so sorry to have caused you all trouble."
"Then, please follow me this way."
"Thank you for your help," Eri Kisaki said politely.
The group followed Ueki Kusahachi into Fujieda Mikio's house.
It looks ordinary from the outside, but it's a hidden gem inside.
The courtyard has a very nice view.
It's just as good as those tourist attractions that are known for their scenery.
The lawns on both sides of the road were trimmed very neatly, and the trees were also trimmed into the same shape.
The symmetrical design of the courtyard, in particular, perfectly matches the taste of Teiji Moriya from long ago.
I bet he'd be moved to tears if he saw this.
However, he certainly won't be able to see it.
He's still in prison.
The courtyard was beautiful, so Guangyou took out his phone and took a picture.
He was still muttering to himself:
"I'll show it to Ai later."
"Hmm...we can use it as a reference in the future."
He was referring, of course, to his own future house.
They probably understood that implication, or perhaps it was because of the previous sentence.
Conan, walking beside him, curled his lip.
The courtyard was filled with blooming flowers, yet there was a strange lemon scent in the air.
Only Conan can smell this scent.
Walking ahead, Eri Kisaki admired the scenery of the courtyards on both sides of the road, praising it without reservation:
"This courtyard is exquisite and grand!"
"It's really beautiful, you must have put a lot of effort into taking care of it," Xiaolan chimed in.
Looking at the garden that he had helped maintain, Ueki Kusahachi's wrinkled face showed a look of reminiscence.
He nodded, and said with a touch of nostalgia:
"yes."
"Because my late wife used to be very interested in gardening."
"This courtyard is also managed by my wife, me, and the gardener over there."
Following Ueki Kusahachi's gaze, Kōyū and the others saw the gardener that Ueki Kusahachi had mentioned.
The gardener was squatting on the ground with his back to them, seemingly tending to the lawn.
Looking around at the scenery, Xiaolan couldn't help but praise it again:
"This courtyard is really beautiful!"
Seemingly having heard the sound, the gardener turned around and looked back.
They didn't say anything like "thank you for the compliment."
After glancing back once, the gardener turned back and continued tending the lawn.
Extremely aloof, they didn't want to talk to the others at all.
Please don't mind.
This is where Zhimucao came out to explain to the gardener:
"He doesn't talk much normally."
"Actually, he wasn't like this before."
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