·92｜Exclusive to Jinjiang·92
The wicked woman from the underworld ate all the pocket money of a junior high school student.
Since the red-haired Yomi was secretly hidden at the Green Terrace Police Hospital, the Raikawa mansion has been idle. Mr. Raikawa rarely comes home, while Raikawa Yomi lives in a small apartment in Hagiwara.
But ever since Lai Chuan Huang Quan moved the expensive custom-made mattress out of her house, it seems like a new world has opened up for her, and she goes home to visit from time to time.
Moreover, she discovered that her stinky dad had stockpiled a lot of bear-shaped cookies and yogurt in the kitchen, and every time she finished eating them, the housekeeper would proactively bring out new ones.
So, while Kenji Hagiwara was working, Yomi Laichuan would wake up and happily wander around the house. The girl displayed her treacherous nature to the fullest, humming songs every day as she happily went to the Laichuan mansion to fleece customers.
"Let me see what I can get away with from Daddy!"
"Okay! I'll take my pillow home today!"
That old man really knows how to spend money; even the pillows are specially supplied by a five-star hotel, so soft and fluffy to hug. What Lai Chuan and Huang Quan don't know is that only the items in her room in the entire villa were specially obtained through a special supply channel.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan firmly believed that the things in her room belonged to her, and she took many good things from her bedroom with a clear conscience. But before taking anything, Lai Chuan Huang Quan would politely but unnecessarily ask for the opinion of the rightful owner of the item: "Dad, can I take my soft pillow home?"
On the other side of the world, the administrator rubbed his temples, looking utterly exasperated, yet helpless: "Huang Quan, don't you think you shouldn't be asking me this question?"
“What does it matter?” Lai Chuan Huang Quan sat on the bed with a pillow in his arms. “Aren’t you my father too? Aren’t all these things yours?”
administrator:……
It's definitely mine, but the timeline is wrong! What's the difference between this and using a Ming Dynasty imperial edict to execute a Tang Dynasty official? It's completely beyond the bounds!
The administrator closed his eyes and steadied his breathing: "Why don't you just ask Lai Chuan from your timeline?"
Ever since Lai Chuan Huang Quan learned the administrator's true identity, she has become completely unafraid of him. The superior-subordinate relationship and barriers between the administrator and the staff have also been completely broken down.
“But…” Lai Chuan Huang Quan lowered his gaze guiltily and muttered softly, “I always feel that if he were my dad in this world, he would definitely bar his teeth and yell at me.”
Administrator: "...No, even in this timeline, I wouldn't do something like showing my teeth."
He sighed heavily, as if he hadn't expected it. Huang Quan had come to him instead of Mr. Lai Chuan to ask, clearly because he was easier to talk to and more lenient with her.
And that was indeed the case. The administrator sighed again, "Fine, take it back. Anyway, he won't be the one who gets angry."
The administrator at this point in time dislikes his stubborn past self, so he is happy to see his former self suffer setbacks, as if this can slightly alleviate his guilt.
"Long live Dad!"
Having received the promise, Lai Chuan Huang Quan couldn't wait to praise the administrator to the skies, and happily walked out while hugging his pillow.
She was wearing casual clothes bought by Kenji Hagiwara, her hair was tied in a single ponytail, and a baseball cap was pulled low, covering half of her face. Her backpack was stuffed full of bear-shaped cookies she had stolen from the kitchen; anyone who didn't know better would have thought she had gone back to her father's house to buy more.
As she went downstairs, Lai Chuan Huang Quan encountered an elderly woman who had worked as a maid in the Lai Chuan family for nearly ten years. Her eyes were lined with wrinkles, and her fingers were rough like sandpaper: "Oh dear, Miss Huang Quan, are you going home already?"
“Hmm,” Lai Chuan Huang Quan hesitated for a moment, “You can’t tell my dad about me secretly taking the pillow home, okay?”
"Okay," the woman smiled. "Miss Huang Quan, would you like to stay for a meal before you leave? Mr. Lai Chuan doesn't come back very often, and I feel quite lonely all alone in this big villa."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan pursed her lips; the loving gaze and the loneliness in his eyes made it impossible for her to refuse. But she had made plans to have barbecue with Matsuda Jinpei that evening.
The old woman noticed Lai Chuan Huang Quan's hesitation, smiled and waved, offering her a way out: "Miss Huang Quan must have other things to do. You go ahead and do your work. I need to rest for a while and get ready to clean the balcony."
"Then I'm leaving."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan clutched the pillow in his arms tightly, glanced at the woman again, and slowly left. As he stepped out of the Lai Chuan mansion, Lai Chuan Huang Quan couldn't help but speak up: "Speaking of which, with such a sensitive position as the manager, why did you dare to hire a maid and even let her live in your house?"
The administrator was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Her situation is special. Her two sons were police officers who died in the line of duty, and her youngest son is seriously ill. The family urgently needs money. However, according to the timeline, her second son should have passed away several years ago."
"I see..."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan blinked and didn't say anything more; she guessed her father's reason for doing so.
Early in the morning, Lai Chuan lived in a simple upscale apartment. The woman's daily work consisted of cooking. She didn't need to spend too much time on housework, yet she received a decent income and could still find time to care for her sick second son.
After her second son passed away, the woman, who had spent all her savings on medical treatment, moved into the Lai Chuan Mansion at Mr. Lai Chuan's invitation.
Because her son was a police officer who died in the line of duty, Mr. Lai Chuan was willing to trust her. And over the years, the old woman had always done a very good job.
The wind rustled the leaves as Lai Chuan Huang Quan hugged her pillow, lost in thought. She disliked the topic of death and instinctively resisted it.
As we passed the mansion at number 22, a soccer ball covered in mud and grass spun and sped towards us.
"Watch out!"
"Get out of the way!"
From the courtyard of the No. 22 mansion came a girl's scream and a boy's shout. When Lai Chuan Huang Quan blinked and turned around in a daze, the soccer ball was already only a few centimeters away from her face.
Amidst the panicked screams, Raikawa Yomi calmly reached out and punched away the oncoming soccer ball. While her strength wasn't great, her accuracy was top-notch. Whether shooting, throwing, or deflecting anything aimed at her, Raikawa Yomi could always hit her target accurately.
The speeding football, affected by an external force, changed its trajectory, drawing a strange parabola before bouncing back into the yard. Lai Chuan Huang Quan, holding a pillow in one hand, vigorously shook his hand, which had been bruised from the impact.
"Sister, are you alright?"
A little girl with an unusual horn sticking out of her hair ran up to Lai Chuan Huang Quan, her eyes full of anxiety: "Did it hurt you?"
The boy in the yard also ran out carrying a soccer ball: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't control my strength well, are you hurt... huh?"
Fourteen-year-old Shinichi Kudo looked up at the woman who was a little taller than him, his eyes widening in astonishment: "It's you!"
"Shinichi, do you know this older sister?"
"She's the weird woman who gave us pudding in the park during our spring outing three years ago, the one whose stomach is like a black hole that can eat eight bowls of udon noodles in ten minutes! How could a normal human do that! I will never forget her face!"
It's clear that Shinichi Kudo still harbors resentment about this matter. At this point in time, the future detective, who was only in middle school, was still prone to getting stuck on trivial matters, and the world-renowned Japanese competitive eater with a stomach that could grow a hundred times larger had not yet become an internet sensation.
Authoritative medical books state that the stomach capacity of an average adult differs by about ten times when empty from its full capacity, and there are no exceptions!
Yomi Yorikawa must have cheated! Shinichi Kudo didn't know what method she used, but science can't be wrong!
But Lai Chuan Huang Quan just rolled his eyes: "There's no need to cheat on this kind of thing. I could eat twenty bowls of food and still show you."
“You said it!” Shinichi Kudo suddenly perked up, or rather, few boys his age are not easily provoked. “Let’s go now! My treat!”
“Okay,” Lai Chuan Huang Quan said, hands on his hips, “but I’m a very picky eater. Ordinary street-side restaurants won’t satisfy me. Are you sure you can handle twenty bowls?”
"Seriously, my family is very well-off, and I save money regularly!" Shinichi Kudo gave a disgusted look. "I could eat fifty bowls without any problem, or are you scared, sister?"
"Tch, I was just worried about your allowance. Let's go then, I remember there's a pretty good noodle shop on the next street."
Shinichi Kudo released the soccer ball from his arms and said while skillfully juggling it, "But if you can't do it, you have to admit that you cheated last time and tell me how you cheated."
"What if I do that?"
"Hmm... You can make your request, if I can fulfill it."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan raised his eyebrows smugly: "If I win, you'll use your keen observation and analytical skills to help me find a well-paying job, Great Detective."
The word "detective" struck a chord with Shinichi Kudo, who raised his chin slightly and said, "No problem!"
"But can I leave my pillow here with you for now? I don't want it to smell like food."
"Okay, leave it at my house."
The Kudo mansion features a classic European style of decoration, completely different from the minimalist modern style of the Raikawa family, which combines Japanese and Western elements. When Raikawa Yomi put the pillow on the sofa, she couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, only to be urged by a certain impatient detective boy to hurry up and leave.
The future renowned high school detective of Japan was still too young at this moment to understand the saying, "There are always people more capable than you." The more confident he smiled now, the more his face would crumble in half an hour.
In the small noodle shop, Lai Chuan, Huang Quan, and the other two sat around the counter. Nine-inch porcelain bowls, treated to prevent breakage, were stacked one on top of the other, forming two crooked rows.
Shinichi Kudo sat next to Yomi Raikawa, staring at the empty bowls piled up to the ceiling with his beady eyes. He then glanced at the woman next to him who had already picked up her bowl and was shoveling the last bits of noodles from the bottom. His nose stung, and he almost burst into tears.
On this day, Shinichi Kudo not only failed to resolve the glutton's confusion, but also deepened his doubts about book knowledge and authority once again.
That's impossible!
The volume of food that Lai Chuan's sister ate was already bigger than her!
It's impossible from both a biological and a physical perspective!
Oh no, my allowance...
[Author's Note]
Huang Quan: You should ask around; every employee at the restaurants on Mihua Street calls me "Master." (Just kidding)
The number of victims of the Yellow Springs' appetite has increased in an unexpected way, and Furuya and Kazami both sent congratulatory messages to Kudo.
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