Chapter 2221 2232 [Guess Wrong]
After asking the question, Judy still couldn't believe it: "..." There are no "actors" at all. Could it really be that simple?
...Otherwise, it wouldn't be that they would send two more people to make up the four that the person likes.
While Judy was still having doubts in her heart, Suzuki Sonoko, who was the focus of her attention, had new developments.
The innocent-looking high school girl shrugged her nose and said meaningfully: "What's that smell?"
Judy immediately became alert and sniffed hard: corpse odor? The smell of bomb gunpowder? Or some kind of odorous poison?
But there is none.
After focusing my attention on my sense of smell, only one smell became particularly obvious - the aroma of curry.
Gurgle gurgle.
Judy's stomach growled.
Although everyone's actions today were in accordance with her plan, a closer look seemed to show that nothing was within her plan - especially the fact that their means of transportation was washed away by the water and they had to trek through the woods.
Therefore, she was already extremely hungry after walking all the way here. Judy's mind was filled with analysis and she couldn't help but look into the kitchen.
Suzuki Sonoko was also looking towards the kitchen, her intention was very obvious.
The tennis coach came back to his senses and looked back at the big pot in his kitchen: "Oh, this is the curry I cooked last night, and there is still half a pot left - if you don't mind..."
"No problem, no problem!" Suzuki Sonoko almost rushed in to take the plate herself - although it was leftovers, it wasn't left on the plate, it was just left in the pot after cooking. She was starving now, so she didn't care about being so particular.
The tennis coach smiled and went back to the kitchen to get the dishes.
Soon, plates of steaming curry rice were placed in front of everyone.
The curry was quite spicy this time, and as a patient, Conan was deprived of the right to eat spicy food. In the end, he could only eat a bowl of fried rice.
Seeing that he was a child, the tennis coach gave him a cute baby bowl.
Conan: “…”
Fortunately, he is used to pretending to be a child, and now he is quite accepting of this kind of bowl.
After just two bites, Conan suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at Jiang Xia quietly: "Why are you eating curry?"
Jiang Xia said calmly: "My cold is not as serious as yours." And that bowl was too ugly.
The others didn't notice the conversation here and were concentrating on eating.
Mao Lilan remembered that the tennis coach seemed to have mentioned his wife, and couldn't help but praise her: "Your wife's cooking is really delicious."
Judy: “!”
Yes, I almost forgot! My friends didn’t want to come on a rainy day, but my family had to come back - the tennis coach and his father, so there were two of them. And then they each had a wife, so there were exactly four of them!
Judy: "..." As expected, we can't let our guard down! "That person" may not have given up on his drama yet!
However, just when I thought I had seen through her trick, I heard the tennis coach smile bitterly and say, "My wife? No, I cooked this curry - my wife passed away three years ago today."
“?!”
Vermouth’s hand holding the chopsticks froze: “…” I knew it.
Judy's thoughts at this moment were obviously in sync with her enemy.
Recalling past research cases, she asked tentatively: "Excuse me, did your wife... die in a car accident? Or some other accident?"
——It seemed like an "accident", but in fact she died of a murder, and then her surviving husband avenged her... Ha, Uzo, the FBI has completely seen through this routine!
The next moment, the tennis coach shook his head: "He died of illness."
"Uh..." Judy wouldn't.
...Murder through death from illness doesn't sound very realistic.
Could it be that she had guessed wrong, and today's bad luck was just a coincidence, and "that person" had noticed their arrangement and stopped?
Or maybe the other party's plan today did not include murder, but just wanted to throw her car into the water to teach her a lesson?
There are too many questions and it’s hard to come up with any ideas at the moment.
So after thinking silently for a while, Judy, who had a headache, decided to give up thinking for the time being and started eating.
The tennis coach didn't talk about his wife anymore. He picked up the plate and said, "I'm going to take food to my dad. If you feel it's not enough after you finish eating, feel free to get more. Don't be polite."
A few people nodded and continued eating.
…
After solving the basic problem of food and clothing, everyone gradually realized one thing.
"Did Mr. Akashi go upstairs to deliver the meal just now? Why hasn't he come down yet?" The tennis coach just introduced himself. His name is Hiroto Akashi.
Vermouth knew that she would not be able to escape tonight, but now she felt comfortable and guessed casually like a good doctor: "Maybe he has gone to eat with his father, or he is busy with something else - all of us have occupied the table, so he has no place to sit."
Suzuki Sonoko lay at the edge of the table, feeling a little bored - the meal was over now, but they couldn't move around or run around without the owner's permission, so they had to sit at the dining table and kill time.
After sitting for a while, Suzuki Sonoko began to sigh: "The presence of this thing is too strong."
Judy was alert: "What?"
Suzuki Sonoko reached out and moved the lamp cord hanging in front of her - the lights here are relatively old-fashioned, and the switch is a rope hanging from the light. Pull it once to turn it on, and pull it again to turn it off.
The length of the light cord is usually enough to reach it easily, but this light cord was dangling in front of their eyes, making them feel like there was a bug flying in front of them if they were distracted.
Jiang Xia drank a sip of water because of the spicy curry, and looked up at the lamp cord: "This length is used to match the height of the old man."
Everyone remembered the old man who was almost as tall as Conan, and suddenly realized.
"Haha, this is indeed specially lengthened for my dad."
A voice came from the side. Akashi Hiroto, who was just being talked about by them, had gone downstairs without them noticing. Hearing what everyone was discussing, he continued, "My father has a severe hunchback and can't reach very high places, so the lights in our house are made in this style."
Conan turned around and looked at him: "Uncle, you took a long time to deliver the food."
Akashi Hiroto sighed, "Because after delivering the meal, I talked to my dad about some weird topics again."
Conan's curiosity piqued: "How strange is it?"
Akashi Hiroto scratched his head sheepishly. "It's things like 'I don't want to live anymore' and 'I have no appetite'. People always feel sad when they get older. He's probably at that stage now. He keeps talking about these things with people. I don't know what to say to him."
(End of this chapter)
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