Chapter 33 Home Delivery
After having a nervous dinner, Conan Edogawa finally breathed a sigh of relief after sending Ran Mouri out the door.
As soon as the breath fell, a pair of cold hands reached out from behind.
Suzuki Sonoko expressionlessly lifted the child detective's arms and threatened, "I think we need to talk."
Edogawa Conan looked tiredly at his short legs that couldn't even touch the ground, and reluctantly chose to agree.
When he pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, he subconsciously felt an uncomfortable sense of rejection. The famous detective stood in front of the door and thought hard. Finally, relying on his keen observation skills and extraordinary memory, he found the source of his dissatisfaction.
There is a strange smell in this room.
He ran to the window and opened all the windows first, then pulled out a new quilt from the cabinet and threw it on the bed to cover the wrinkles that were obviously caused by sleeping.
Finally, the little child stood in front of the bedside table and pondered for a long time. He tapped his left hand on the palm of his right hand, and ran to the study next door to buy some detective novels. After returning, he spread them out and put the bookmarked collection of essays next to the vase at the bottom.
Now it looks much better.
Suzuki Sonoko stood at the door with her arms folded, looking at him in confusion as he ran around the room like a jumping bean for several times. She had clearly prepared the aura of a serious conversation, but after a while, she could no longer maintain it.
She thought about it and realized that pretending to be cool was actually quite tiring. It was almost dark, so she might as well finish her talk and go to bed early.
So, when Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but want to move the sofa chair that was obviously sat on by an outsider, Suzuki Sonoko went to the bathroom in her slippers and changed into pajamas.
A quarter of an hour later, the two, one big and one small, each holding a brand new pillow, sat on the bed and prepared to talk.
Because the windows in the house were wide open, the night wind was blowing in gusts. Yuanzi almost buried his whole body in the pillows. He was already feeling sleepy before he started talking.
Conan sniffed the smell in the air that always made him feel a little messy, and began to consider whether he should spray some perfume.
"What on earth are you going to do..."
Suzuki Sonoko, who was almost asleep, was startled by the strong aroma and said aggrievedly: "Don't think that just because you are a cute child now, I will let you go because I can't bear to do it..."
Kudo Shinichi put down the perfume bottle fearlessly, thinking that even when you were dazed, you didn't forget to add the adjective "a little cute". In your eyes, my current figure is at least "super cute".
The child detective stuffed the perfume back into the drawer and scrambled back onto the pillows, pulling at the sheets. "I remember you saying a couple of days ago that the person you hated the most was this guy named Munakata Reiji. And because of one of your harassing phone calls, he took revenge on you. It seems he was the one who rejected the household registration check application submitted by Inspector Megure and the others?"
Speaking of this, Yuanzi immediately became excited.
"That's all a misunderstanding!"
She rubbed her hands together confidently and said, "I used to think he was a fake Ultraman, talking about saving the universe while doing the work of a retired old man checking household registration. It made me feel no sense of accomplishment in dedicating myself to my country. But today I found out that he really is an Ultraman!"
Under the gaze of Edogawa Conan [what on earth did you say.jpg], Suzuki Sonoko's mind was filled with common melodramatic TV drama memes such as "giving up love for the sake of national justice" and "being in love but unable to be together". She then happily added, "He's even more handsome than Ultraman!"
Although Conan didn't understand what this series of Ultraman meant, he carefully observed the guy's expression and felt relieved.
Although he didn't want to admit it, "reading Suzuki Sonoko's expression" was his most proficient skill after detective reasoning. He fell in love with Munakata Reiji. She now looked more like...
——Because he was so absorbed in the character, he couldn’t help himself.
So he sighed with a frown and brought the topic back to the right track.
"Why did he come to see you?"
Yuanzi's fantasy was interrupted. She curled her lips and said reluctantly, "Let's talk about withdrawing the lawsuit."
"...The Kurosaki family?"
"Um!"
"...And you agreed?"
Sonoko nodded.
The seven-year-old detective calmly spread his hands and said, "Give me a reason."
Suzuki Sonoko blinked and shook her head: "Munakata said that what he told me is confidential and I can't tell anyone else."
Edogawa Conan sighed helplessly, looked her in the eyes earnestly, and said, "Given the difference in emotional intelligence between us, how many steps do you think it would take for me to get something out of you?"
How many steps?
Yuanzi glanced at him once, then glanced at him again, then covered her chest and silently backed off.
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Because his worldview collapsed and was rebuilt, the insomniac Conan woke up with dark circles under his eyes at lunchtime the next day.
The Suzuki family's dining table was very lively.
Suzuki Sonoko sat at one end of the long table, with a few simple dishes placed in front of her. Blooming flowers, covered with clear dew, bloomed between two wrinkled old faces.
Shiro Suzuki and Jirokichi Suzuki appeared on two different screens, arguing fiercely from a distance.
Mr. Jirokichi Suzuki, who was in Antarctica, said, "What do you mean by finding an elementary school student to meet Sonoko? Even if you can't find a son-in-law that suits your taste, don't give up the struggle so quickly!"
Shiro Suzuki, who was attending a meeting in Europe, said, "Now it's no longer a matter of marrying in. Kenya does have some good qualities worth learning from. It wouldn't hurt to let Sonoko get along with him for a while..."
"If there's no harm, does that mean there's benefit?" the uncle yelled, "If there's no benefit, then isn't that just a waste of time?!"
Suzuki Shiro thought that if he could get Sonoko to change her laziness, this blind date wouldn't be a waste of time at all...
However, between the two brothers, Suzuki Shiro has always been the more reliable one, and he is used to giving in to his hot-tempered brother. Anyway, he is the one who makes the decision in the Suzuki family now, and no matter who has the upper hand in the argument, he still makes the final decision.
Suzuki Jirokichi had a bad temper, but when he saw that his brother stopped arguing, his anger subsided.
He began to explain things: "Have Sonoko break up with that middle school student quickly. The Kiryu couple's birthday festival is in a couple of days, and the ritual objects I'm offering to their family at the shrine are almost ready. Have Sonoko pick them up when she goes to the memorial service. When you meet, have a good talk with Zero."
Before hanging up, Suzuki Jirokichi declared, "Even if I was wrong about Munakata, I definitely wasn't wrong about Kurosuji Haiyan. He has those squinty eyes and that sly grin, so he must be harboring some evil intentions. If Rei is left in his hands, he's bound to suffer in the end!"
Suzuki Shiro felt the same way and nodded silently.
The uncle then turned to Yuanzi, who was eating, and said, "Do you remember what I just said?"
Sonoko was stunned while biting the spoon: "Isn't it just to get an amulet and then give it to Zero?"
Suzuki Jirokichi held his breath and slapped the camera in front of him: "I told you to break up with that middle school student right away and go marry Zero back to me!"
"But……"
Sonoko scratched the side of her face and said, "Didn't you tell me before that Zero would eventually marry that girl named Kurosu Yuuki?"
"hehe."
The uncle sneered, "That girl might be just like her adoptive father. Even if Zero marries her, she may not be able to live a good life. Since the Kiryu couple saved your life, their son is our son. You should take a good look at him this time. If you find anything wrong, bring Zero back immediately!"
Suzuki Shiro originally wanted to refute it. After all, Ken Oshitani was a good boy. He even transferred to Hyotei for the blind date. It would be too unfair to the boy to flatter him after meeting him once...
But since it involved his savior, the Kiryu couple, whatever Suzuki Jirokichi told Sonoko to do was understandable, and he couldn't refute anything.
Seeing that the two parents had finally reached an agreement, Yuanzi nodded obediently to show that she would obey.
The two video calls were hung up at the same time. Suzuki Sonoko got up, changed her clothes, and prepared to go out to buy things for the Kiryu couple.
"Conan, do you want to come with me?"
After replacing the name Kudo Shinichi, Sonoko now looks at this little cutie as if she is looking at another person, and her patience has increased exponentially.
However, the child detective who was still Kudo Shinichi inside sighed thoughtfully and rarely rejected her.
He poked his rice bowl with his chopsticks and said seriously, "I have to go to Dr. Agasa's house again this afternoon."
——Since the development of things, no, since the structure of the world is completely different from what he imagined, his plan is obviously not enough. But when he asked Dr. Agasa for help yesterday, he asked for some props that could provide a little help. In this world that has abandoned science, I am afraid that they will not be of much use.
Miss Suzuki, who had no sense of crisis, could not understand his good intentions, and started sending emails to Kiryu Zero with her mobile phone.
She sends this kind of email once every quarter. Except for the occasional change in the title page [Happy Holidays XX], the rest of the content is fixed.
The row of questions that needed to be answered included Rei Kiryu's height, weight, measurements, as well as his recent interests and living habits. Finally, he was asked for a close-up photo of the front, back, and side, so that Sonoko could buy things for him.
Suzuki Sonoko did this from the age of twelve to seventeen. When she was young and didn't understand much, even though the housekeeper was responsible for buying things, she had to follow and watch the whole process.
When she grows up, she will do this kind of thing by herself. It doesn't matter how much she buys, or whether the things she buys are beautiful or ugly. The Suzuki couple has always focused on teaching her to be grateful - anyway, they will buy her something else in the end.
Sonoko was familiar with this matter, and so was Zero Kiryu.
Kiryu Zero sat silently at the back of the classroom and sent the basically unchanged data to the number on his mobile phone that had no notes.
After a few seconds, the number that only made regular calls sent another email.
[After you turned 180cm tall... have you never grown any taller?]
Zero Kiryu paused pressing the phone with his fingertips.
When a vampire reaches a certain age, their appearance will no longer change, but for LEVEL D, the day they completely degenerate into LEVEL E is probably the day when their appearance is completely fixed.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the side of his neck covered by his school uniform: It has been almost five years since the bite mark was left here.
Five years...
[It doesn’t matter, actually.]
With the ding-dong-dong notification sound, emails appeared on his phone one after another: [For men in our country, being able to grow to 180 cm is already very good. After all, you are also very handsome!]
Zero Kiryu looked at the strange exclamation mark and couldn't imagine what the person who sent the email looked like.
After all, they hadn't seen each other for several years, and his impression of Suzuki Sonoko was already very shallow. Apart from the vague cognition brought about by the label "foolish and bold", such as "her eyes must be big", "her skin is also very white", and "she probably loves to laugh", he didn't even remember her hair color or eye color.
But Ling felt that this distance was just right.
The girl from the Suzuki family didn't actually need any particularly clear image. She was more like the embodiment of a rope, coming from a world called humans. Through regular mails and periodic gifts, as well as the sweet and soft floral scent that was no longer clear in his memory, she tied him to the edge of the cliff neither lightly nor heavily.
Because there is no need to meet, he doesn't have to worry that his changes will hurt people who want to be good to him.
【By the way, do you join any clubs? 】
The persistent reminder sounded again: [Ball sports? Literature club? Or the otome department?]
Ling lay on the desk with his arms folded, in a corner where the teacher couldn't see him, and blinked at his phone with an expressionless face.
What is the Otome genre?
Suzuki Sonoko stood at the gate of the sporting goods center and walked along the central wall of supplies, pointing at the things displayed on the wall as she walked.
"The red one in the third row," she walked slowly, pointing, "the black one at the bottom, and that row of silver wristbands..."
After rambling on for a while, she snapped her fingers at the salesperson who was taking notes behind her: "Put away all the items except the ones I ordered."
The sales lady was slightly stunned, looked at the girl who was busy playing with her phone, and said "OK" with a smile.
Yuanzi began to send popular science emails to Ling.
[Otome-kei is a club that cultivates women's strength, such as embroidery, housekeeping, and flower arranging.]
Teitan was a school with a ton of extracurricular activities, and they even held a beauty pageant every few years. From what she knew, Ouran and Hyotei also had this style. Kurosu Gakuen, who also used glamour as a selling point...
How come the chairman’s son doesn’t even understand the classification of clubs?
Zero Kiryu was stunned by this email with a very daily atmosphere, and then he began to think, what else did these girls in school do besides queuing up at the night office door to make calls every evening?
After leaving the sports center, Ms. Suzuki headed to the bookstore. Standing outside, she observed the latest book sales charts. "I've prepared everything, but... which club are you from? Could you at least be more specific when sending me your gifts?"
At the end of the email, there was a stack of boxes filled with sports equipment.
Zero Kiryu slammed his phone shut and raised his hand to poke Yuuki who was secretly eating her lunch box next to him.
"What clubs are there in our school?"
Yuuki choked when he pushed her, and hurriedly avoided the teacher's sight, saying to him anxiously: "What are you thinking, Ling? Discipline committee members can't join the club!"
Zero kept lying on his stomach and said "Oh". He raised his hand and pulled the top of Yuuki's head: "Okay, I get it. Eat yours slowly."
Then he changed the direction and pressed his phone.
【I am the Discipline Committee member.】
Ms. Suzuki, who had just bought a dozen new books, looked at the message, scratched her ear in bewilderment, and began to wonder: "Does the Discipline Committee have any special material needs?"
It seems that the Discipline Committee of Teitan is only responsible for checking those who are late in the morning...
【Or should I buy you some whistles? 】
Kiryu Rei thought to himself that these girls in the daytime club were so excited, how could they possibly hear the whistle to maintain discipline?
And those... monsters in the night department, even if they heard him, probably wouldn't take him seriously.
Before he could finish his reply, Ms. Suzuki, who was always quick at shopping, had already taken photos of her trophies and sent them to him.
A row of twelve whistles of different colors were neatly arranged in a gift box with a ribbon flower stuck in the middle of the box.
The young man with silver hair and purple eyes breathed a sigh of relief speechlessly and lay lazily on the table. The screen of his mobile phone was still bright, and a whole row of whistles were flashing hazy colorful lights under the effect of picture beautification.
He lay there until the end of the class, then he sat up rubbing his neck as if nothing had happened. Nearly half an hour late, he wrote a reply to the row of whistles.
[It looks good]
On this side, Miss Suzuki, who has solved the whistle problem, has moved on to another battlefield. After all, in addition to buying things for the living, she also has to buy more things for the dead.
Suzuki Jirokichi is not superstitious, but as a capitalist, he is willing to spend money on superstitious activities. In addition to the various incense, candles, paper money and banners that need to be purchased, there are also things he spent money on a year ago, such as scriptures handwritten by the great shrine maiden, wooden beads carved by the abbot of the temple, and lanterns for burning incense and offerings all year round. Sonoko needs to go to the door to pick them up in person.
Finally, Suzuki Sonoko stood in front of the torii gate of Tenman Shrine and breathed a long sigh of relief at the bustling crowd.
Zero Kiryu is already over 17 years old and will be taking the college entrance examination soon, so it's time for him to get an academic amulet.
Before paying the bill, she thought of her ex-ex-ex-fiancé, Ren Jinguji, who was forced by her elder brother to not study well. She felt pity for him and went back to buy another one.
Tenman Shrine is very popular, and there are many people queuing up to pray. Suzuki Sonoko hesitated in front of the shop and thought that if you worship the gods, they will probably be answered if you are sincere, and the gods may not care about these tedious procedures.
Rather than queuing, donating more money may be more reliable.
She took the two amulets, turned a corner, and went to donate incense money with a bag of coins.
Throw the first one and wish Zero Chikui good health.
Throw the second one to bless Jinguji Ren's academic success.
…
Throw the seventy-third one, and bless Suzuki Sonoko to find legal labor.
Throw the seventy-fourth one, and bless Suzuki Sonoko to find legal labor soon.
The seventy-fifth coin hit the cash box, spun around, and rolled down the steps into the atrium.
Under normal circumstances, Yuanzi would not pick up the five-yuan coin, but the one hundred coins were prepared in advance for worshiping the gods. Her uncle said it was best to throw them in order. She sighed, and before she hesitated whether to run for the fifty cents, a black shadow flashed in the distance.
Yuanzi's eyes blurred and she was met with a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
"Hello!"
The man nimbly did a somersault on the spot, pinching the brand new coin between two fingers, laughing heartily as he performed a difficult freeze-frame pose. "This is the fast, cheap, and reliable outposting service for the God of War, Yato. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let me know!"
Suzuki Sonoko blinked in confusion, took a few steps back expressionlessly, stretched out a finger, and slowly pushed away the face that was almost touching her nose.
The man who called himself Yato also blinked in confusion and took a step back with his legs crossed.
The two people stared at each other silently for a quarter of an hour, and then stared at each other for another quarter of an hour.
Yato wiped the sweat from his head and tentatively asked the customer opposite: "...Can I change positions first?"
The customer service lady asked a question several beats late, as if the start button had been pressed after a pause.
"What did you just say you were?"
Yato, standing on one leg, relaxed his muscles and spun in a wide circle. He froze in a pose that was convenient and durable, making a scissors sign next to his eyes. "A cheap, fast, and reliable dispatched god—Yato!"
Suzuki Sonoko stared at him seriously for a long time without saying a word.
"Don't look at me like this, I really am a god." The man in the tracksuit, though shabby in his clothes, was not bad looking. He happily circled the garden several times, muttering as he went, "Housekeeping, field service, firefighting, business assistance, even art homework can be done for you!"
The man in sportswear made a snapping sound with his scissors hands and drew a big circle in the air. His sweaty palm almost hit Yuanzi's face directly.
He emphasized righteously, "All services! Only five yen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his pair of blue eyes sparkled as they met the customer's eyes, and his full expectation seemed to be flowing out with the blue pupil light.
Yuanzi still stared at his face in a daze.
Yato felt a little uneasy when he saw her looking at him: Is this lady interested in me?
As a god, he provides services door-to-door to gather faith, but he can't sell his soul and body just for a few dollars...
"Miss Brown," the shabby-looking man said righteously, "Please believe that I am a serious god who provides door-to-door service. I am not one of those unruly men who casually give up their integrity and dignity for money!"
The brown-haired lady pretended not to hear, took a step forward, and suddenly raised her hand to touch his cheek.
"No," he frantically tried to pull at her wrist, "I've already told you I'm a serious god and don't provide this kind of service—"
“Ouch!!!”
Yato covered his face and took a step away: "Even if you don't believe that I am a legitimate god, at least pay attention to the fact that I might be a legitimate human being. I just don't want to sell myself, so why do you have to pinch and threaten me..."
The lady who pinched the man stared at her fingers for a long time, tightened and loosened them several times, and asked him, "I can feel your temperature."
Yato waved his hand: "A serious god doesn't sell himself. I refuse to flirt with you. Thank you..."
The customer service lady seemed not to hear his refusal and took another step forward: "I think you are alive."
Yato pouted, making a series of "puff, puff, puff" sounds, and rolled his eyes and said, "No, no, no, what you saw was all an illusion!"
The next second, Suzuki Sonoko, who had been standing still, tilted her head, clasped her hands in front of her chest and made a circle, jumped with her left foot and turned around, then took a half-squat position with her left hand high and her right hand low, and struggled to bend her neck into a shape.
She supported herself on her knees and roared with all her might: "OILI!"
Yato, who was in a ghost face, was startled by her shout and subconsciously turned around. He turned around and saw a black tiger ripping out its heart. He put his hands into a flower shape in front of his face and shouted: "Kala!"
Suzuki Sonoko's exaggerated expression disappeared, and she returned to her expressionless look. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully: "It really is me..."
Yato's face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes were so bright that little stars seemed to pop out of them.
Sonoko rolled up his sleeves and asked, "You said you could also provide business assistance?"
Yato quickly pulled out a stack of certificates from his trouser pocket and unfolded them like a fan: "If you don't believe me, look, this is the best proof!"
"Oh," she nodded. "How much is the long-term contract?"
Yato was so happy that he wanted to jump up on the spot, but he was stunned the next second. He eagerly got close to her face and asked blankly: "You actually believed it?"
The customer nodded as if it was a matter of course: "I believed it from the beginning!"
"ha?"
"I've been looking at this face for at least thirteen years."
Suzuki Sonoko tapped the palm of her right hand with her left hand, blew gently at the familiar face of the sportswear god, and said calmly: "Although you were dressed like Nezha at that time, if a person's face can remain unchanged for more than ten years, he must be no ordinary person."
And the confused man in front of her, or the male god, looked exactly like the annoying idol Lu who always stayed by her uncle's bed and threw darts at him at every turn!
Even their reactions after hearing the idol group's cheering slogans - the [OILI] and [KALA] - were exactly the same as in the video.
"But your real name is Yato, right?"
Yuanzi couldn't help but touch his stunned face, and said in disbelief and emotion: "There's a whole group of idols, and the only one that my uncle hates is actually a god~"
His uncle put in so much effort, buying a company and finding a planner, and finally got rid of that annoying guy who was trying to gain popularity - and it turned out to be a god!
The author has something to say: The long-awaited five dollars...
I said you guys were leaving messages asking for him everyday, but only one person realized there might be a member named Yato in the group that Dabo hated. I said his OAD idol look was so shocking, how could you forget it after seeing it?!
Please leave a message if you are a fake fan who didn’t notice your idol’s appearance_(:з」∠)_
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