The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk.
The golden hue on the horizon had begun to fade, night was breaking, and a few faintly glowing stars could already be seen in the sky.
The journey wasn't far, but because Guangyou walked slowly, it took him more than ten minutes to get back to the agency.
Standing on the ground floor of the office, Kwang-yu did not go upstairs, but stopped in front of the mailbox hanging on the wall of the ground floor corridor.
Opening the mailbox belonging to the firm, there wasn't much inside; you could scan it at a glance: a few envelopes, a folded newspaper, and of course, plenty of those pesky little advertisements.
The others were irrelevant to Guangyou, and he wasn't interested in them. He just took them out casually, focusing all his attention on one of the manila envelopes.
Upon seeing the envelope, Kwang-woo muttered, "It's alright, at least nothing went wrong."
This letter was naturally the one he wrote on behalf of Tetsuya Kuroki. Inside was a letter of authorization, as well as the commission money that Tetsuya Kuroki had previously put in his bag.
To avoid arousing Uncle Mori's suspicion, Kōsuke had just asked Tetsuya Kuroki to put a stamp on it.
Judging from the current situation, there shouldn't be any major problems, and we should be able to fool Uncle Mori.
After emptying the mailbox, Guangyou carried his schoolbag upstairs to the second floor.
"Uncle, there's a letter for you."
As soon as he entered, Kōyū placed the pile of letters directly on Uncle Mori's desk, then sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV.
"Is it another electricity bill or something?"
Uncle Mori, who was sitting in a chair, put his feet down from the table, picked up one of the letters, tore it open, glanced at it, and then said in surprise, "This letter is pieced together from newspaper text... Your daughter has been kidnapped by us. If you want her to live, deliver one million yen in cash to Beika Park at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If you call the police, you will bear the consequences."
After reading the letter, Uncle Mori thought of his daughter's karate skills, shook his head, and sighed, "These days, scammers aren't very good at it..."
"Sister Xiaolan should be back by now, right?" Guangyou asked, pretending to rub his stomach. "I'm getting a little hungry."
"I'm back a while ago, probably upstairs in the kitchen now. If you're hungry, there should be a pack or two of biscuits in the fridge, you can have some for a while." Uncle Mori replied while picking up another letter.
Kwang-yu replied nonchalantly, "Never mind, let's save room for the main meal."
"Huh? Why is someone sending me money?"
Upon hearing this, Guangyou, who was nestled on the sofa, quickly changed his position and began to listen attentively.
Uncle Mori was quite surprised to see several 10,000 yuan bills in the envelope, but when he saw the power of attorney inside, he realized that it wasn't a lottery win, but rather a job offer.
Of course he was happy to have money, but he still muttered to himself, "It's another one of those clients who don't want to come to my door. If they didn't pay me first, who would take on this kind of job?"
As soon as he said those words, Guangyou knew that things were pretty much settled. Whether or not he would accept the offer was no longer his concern; he had done all he could.
If they don't accept it, there's nothing I can do. I can just return the money to Kuroki Tetsuya later.
He had considered this possibility, so he included an address on the package. If Uncle Mori didn't accept the request, he could simply send it back to that address.
However, how could Uncle Mori refuse? He unfolded the letter of commission, glanced at the contents, nodded, and muttered to himself, "So it's about investigating the other party's private life. Fine, I'll take it since the money has already been sent. But why investigate both husband and wife?"
"Could it be that someone else is trying to interfere in other people's relationships? If so, we can't accept this request."
Looking at the contents of the power of attorney, Uncle Mori frowned. He had originally intended to keep the money as his personal savings, but the contents of the power of attorney were a bit strange. If it was really as he thought, then he would definitely not accept the power of attorney.
Helping others break up their families sounds very immoral.
To confirm this, Uncle Mori looked at the power of attorney again, this time more carefully. After carefully reading through all the contents, he breathed a sigh of relief: "So it's a parent investigating their child. That makes sense."
"I'll take this commission. We'll start the investigation tomorrow, just as instructed." Uncle Mori put away the commission form, looked around to make sure there was no one else besides Mitsuyu, and then stuffed the money into his pocket.
Seemingly worried that Kōyū would tell Rin, Uncle Mori even consulted with Kōyū: "Kōyū... don't tell your Rin-neechan. I'll go out and buy you something nice to eat later. This money..."
Upon hearing this, Guangyou tapped his chin with his finger, pretended to think for a moment, and said, "I want to eat the new cream cake from that cake shop nearby, Uncle..."
Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Mori waved his hand and said with great enthusiasm, "It's just a cake. I'll buy it for you later, but it can't be too big. Kids should eat less of that kind of thing."
"As long as there's something to eat, that's fine."
Hearing Guangyou's answer, Uncle Mori was clearly very satisfied and even praised him, saying, "You're much more sensible than that bespectacled brat. I'll buy you the cake and stuff after this case is over."
After saying this, Uncle Mori began to tidy up the letters on the table. He threw away the useless letters, such as advertisements and extortion letters, into the trash can.
At this moment, one of the small advertisements caught Uncle Mori's attention. Looking at the words and pictures on it, he said, "After this case is over, I'll take you to this place to soak in the hot springs, and we can also go hiking and enjoy the spring scenery."
"Is it really just going to soak in the hot springs?" Kōyū turned his head and glanced at Uncle Mori's pretentious expression, and considering the special nature of hot springs, he had some doubts.
Of course, he couldn't say that out loud, otherwise he'd definitely get a good beating on the head; he wasn't that stupid.
That being said, it was a good thing that Uncle Mori was taking them to a hot spring, and there were many benefits to hot springs. Going out for a hot spring to relax once in a while was indeed a wonderful thing in life, so he couldn't possibly refuse.
"Then it's settled. I'll go downstairs and buy some beer."
As he spoke, Uncle Mori stood up from his chair, stretched a little, and then walked out the door with the newspaper that had just been delivered.
Now that Uncle Mori had accepted the commission, Kouyu had no reason to continue pretending here, so he turned off the TV and prepared to go upstairs to check the situation.
Compared to the second floor, the third floor has less of a commercial atmosphere and more of a homey feel. As soon as you open the door, Guangyou can smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen.
Conan sat in the hall, flipping through a book. This time it wasn't "Sherlock Holmes," but another detective novel.
Hearing the door open, Conan, without looking up, teased, "Oh, you actually decided to come back."
"What kind of talk is that? It's like I never come home." Kōyū rolled his eyes at Conan, then walked straight to his room, leaving behind the words, "Call me for dinner, thanks."
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