"Dad, how about we go another day?" Xiaolan was a little worried. As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Trying to get something for nothing might cause problems.
“Actually, I’m a little worried too,” Kōyū chimed in. “It would be troublesome if there were any problems.”
In remote places like this, you might stumble upon a shady establishment that charges exorbitant prices for dishes, expects extra tips, and might even try to offer "special services."
The bill could be astronomical.
If you don't give it to them, a bunch of muscular hunks with their shirts off will come and talk to you about philosophy and stuff.
It's not that he can't solve it; it's just as he said earlier, that it's too troublesome to solve.
First, he needs to avoid Uncle Mori and Ran. Also, there might be quite a few of them, and he definitely can't win without a gun.
"Are you worried I'm a bad guy?" The driver chuckled as he overheard their conversation. "Don't worry, although it's not as bustling as Tokyo, there are still plenty of people there. It's impossible for everyone in that area to be a bad guy, is it?"
Upon hearing this, Guangyou nodded: "Yes, that makes sense."
"Right, please..."
Before he could finish speaking, Guangyou added, "But it's also possible that they are all bad people."
"..." The driver was having some doubts about life. This child first called him a monster, and then treated him like a bad guy. Although it is true that you can't be too careful, this is a bit too serious, isn't it?
What he didn't know was that Kwangyu was just saying that to be cheeky.
"Mr. Mori, are you going?" The driver, intending to ignore Kōyū, asked Mr. Mori directly, "If you are going, I can give you a ride over there on my way."
"They mean well, don't think too badly of them." Uncle Mori glared at Kōyū, then turned to the driver and said, "Thank you for your help."
"No trouble at all," the driver said. "If the famous Detective Mori were to visit, I think the hot spring owner, who is a fan of Mr. Mori, would be very happy, and it might even boost the number of visitors to the hot spring."
"That's too exaggerated, I don't have that kind of ability."
Although he said that, Uncle Mori's face was already full of smiles, clearly indicating that the praise had a significant effect.
"You're too modest," the driver laughed. "You're a household name around here."
Really?
"Yes, you are very popular where we live."
"I was a little embarrassed by what you said."
"..."
The entire drive took ten minutes, and within those ten minutes, the two men spent five or six minutes just giving commercial praise.
As a touch of orange-red appeared on the horizon, the bus left the mountains and drove into Yamato City, finally stopping in front of a restaurant called "Yamato Tamagawa Onsen".
"So this is the place." Guangyou had seen this hot spring when he came here. He originally thought it was in a sparsely populated place in the suburbs, but it turned out to be in the city.
It's unlikely that there would be any problems with the hot springs in the city, and judging from the scale, the hot springs here are probably not natural.
When I got out of the car, the driver was on the phone, seemingly calling the owner of the hot spring resort.
After hanging up the phone, the driver said to Uncle Mori, who had already gotten out of the car, "Mr. Mori, I've already spoken to the boss inside for you. He'll come out to pick you up soon. I have to go back to work, so I'll be leaving now."
"Thank you so much." Uncle Mori sighed as he watched the bus drive away. "He's such a good person."
He used to pay for the hot springs, but now that there are free hot springs available, he can save thousands of yen to buy alcohol and gamble on horses. Isn't that the behavior of a good person?
Actually, he didn't want to come. He wanted to go home and watch the show, but he couldn't resist their warm invitation, so he reluctantly agreed to come and soak in the hot spring.
Thinking of this, Uncle Mori sighed, a hint of smugness hidden at the corner of his mouth: "It's not good to be famous, because people recognize you wherever you go."
Ran rolled her eyes at Uncle Mori: "Honestly, you're getting a good deal and then acting innocent."
At that moment, a slightly weathered voice rang out: "Mr. Mori, it's an honor to meet you."
The group of people standing at the door looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man dressed in traditional Japanese clothing walk out of the hot spring. When he saw Uncle Mori at the door, a hint of joy appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
"You must be the boss?" Uncle Mori stepped forward and shook hands with the middle-aged man. "I really have to thank you this time."
The person in front of him not only saved him several thousand yen but also fulfilled his promise to take a few people to a hot spring. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
"Don't say that. It's an honor for our hot spring to have the famous detective Kogoro Mouri visit us." The middle-aged man turned to the side and said, "Let's not stand at the door. Let's go inside and sit down to talk. My wife has already gone to prepare dinner. We can eat in a little while."
Uncle Mori scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "I'm really sorry about that."
"After dinner, Mr. Mori, you can soak in our hot springs to relax," the middle-aged man said as he walked alongside Mr. Mori. "You've probably heard that I'm a fan of yours, so I wonder if I could take a picture with you, Mr. Mori?"
"Of course, no problem." Uncle Mori thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be just taking a picture. He then waved his hand and said, "Not just one, but a hundred is no problem."
"Really?" The middle-aged man was overjoyed and quickly said, "We don't need a hundred, fifty will do."
"...."
Uncle Mori fell silent. Why wasn't this guy playing by the rules?
He was just being polite; he didn't actually mean it that way!
"Serves him right." Xiaolan, who was walking behind, saw the embarrassed look on Uncle Mori's face and said gloatingly, "It's because Dad gets so smug when he hears others praising him."
"Haha, of course not that many, just one will do." The middle-aged man noticed Uncle Mori's unease and laughed, "I was just joking, Mr. Mori, don't take it seriously."
"Don't worry, I didn't take it seriously," Uncle Mori replied with a smile. "How could I possibly take it seriously?"
If you look closely, you can see that Uncle Mori's mouth is twitching slightly.
"I forgot to introduce myself." The middle-aged man said as he walked, "My name is Tamagawa Joji, and I'm the owner here. Nice to meet you."
"Please take care of me." Uncle Mori returned the greeting. "Thank you so much for your help today, Mr. Tamagawa."
The others followed behind the two, walking on the stone path towards the house in the middle of the courtyard.
The house is built in the traditional Japanese architectural style, and with the greenery growing around it, it looks very quiet, giving people a feeling of "a secluded path leading to a Zen room surrounded by flowers and trees".
"The environment is not bad." Guangyou glanced around, feeling a little strange. "Why don't I see any guests? Could there really be something wrong with this place?"
Ai turned her head and asked, "Didn't you see the sign at the door?"
"The sign outside? I didn't see it." Guangyou shook his head and asked疑惑地问道, "What does it say?"
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