Chapter 2981 2993 [Murderous Moment Generator]
Beside him, Daimon Ryolang didn't think much about it. When he heard the lawyer's question, he shook his head and said, "I came back today to make peace with my father."
Curacao: “!”
Vermouth: “!”
For a moment, both of them had the urge to grab their phones and open a small app.
But then, the question, "Is it really that simple?" made them stop their actions at the same time, revealing a thoughtful expression.
The change was so subtle that the three police officers didn't notice it at all, but it was noticed by an FBI agent who was on high alert.
Judy: "..." What's going on? Vermouth's actions and expressions were briefly synchronized with the female lawyer's. Is there some connection between them that she doesn't know about?
The change in Judy's expression was so subtle that the two high school girls didn't notice it at all, but it was noticed by a certain pseudo-primary school student who was extremely sensitive to everything.
Conan: "..." What's going on? Why are these three suspicious guys so sensitive to the word "end", do they know some inside information of the big family, or are they planning to do something?
The air became quiet for a moment.
Jiang Xia leaned against the table, feeling the three murderous auras with different scents, and squinted his eyes comfortably.
Unlike members of the organization with other identities and the FBI, other people didn't think too much about it: for a rebellious son, "breaking up" with his father has too many forms and meanings.
Sure enough, Daimon Ryolang did not say any scary words like "murder". He explained: "My father has always wanted me to join his company and take over his position. But he is obsessed with money and money. He will not cooperate with other companies for mutual benefit. He will only use any means to infringe on the interests of others.
"If I really inherited the company, with my father's overbearing personality, I would be forced to follow his old path - but I hate this overbearing style, so five years ago, I resolutely left this home and rejected my father's arrangement for me with my actions."
"Dr. Xinchu" pushed his glasses up: "So the reason you came back now is..."
Daimon Ryolang gave a bitter smile: "Actually, I will go to Spain next month. I will not come back to this place until I make a name for myself. If I am unlucky, I may never see my father again in this life.
"After much thought, I finally decided to come back before leaving. It would be best if my father could approve of my decision and show support for my pursuit of my ideals."
As he was speaking, suddenly, a sneer came from the door.
The eldest sister-in-law was actually eavesdropping outside. When she laughed, everyone noticed her. She simply pushed the door open and said to her brother-in-law, "You say nice things, but in my opinion, you came back this time just to take over the Damen family for yourself!"
Daimon Ryolang frowned and said, "If that were the case, I would not have left at all five years ago."
"What are you arguing about!"
President Daimon had just finished scolding his eldest son, and as soon as he went out, he found that his second son and eldest daughter-in-law had quarreled in front of the guests. His eyes twitched immediately: "Do you understand what it means that family disgrace should not be made public? Really, I feel upset just seeing you two stupid couples."
Without paying any more attention to these annoying children, he turned around and said to the guests, "Since you are here for a rare visit, I will show you my most proud collection - come, it's right over here."
He led everyone through the corridor, through the snowy courtyard, and came to a room opposite.
"This is the house I usually live in." Standing under the eaves, looking at the heavy snow outside, President Daimon said with hidden pride, "How is it? Not bad, right?"
"..." Curacao looked at this place, which was independent of all the rooms and stood lonely in the corner of the yard like an island. Even if a butcher slaughtered pigs in it, no one would hear it. He nodded slowly.
Do you really live in a place like this?
...It seems that she doesn't need to take charge of the mission of silencing the witnesses this time.
Although some guests may not agree with President Daimon's choice of location, there are always people who appreciate the design.
Officer Shiratori's eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "It's really nice to be isolated from the world, quiet and undisturbed - after we get married, my wife and I can choose a place like this as our wedding room."
As he said this, he glanced suggestively at Officer Sato.
Miwako Sato: “…” No, a place like this with snow falling all around looks very cold. I’m afraid I’ll freeze to death if I stay there for one night… Anyway, why are you looking at me? I’m not going to be your wife.
The hint was rejected, but fortunately the one who was being praised received the signal. President Daimon laughed out loud, as if he had met a bosom friend: "Yes, the main house is noisy every day. Only when I return to this place can I truly feel free. In addition, my treasures are kept here--"
He closed the umbrella he had been holding when he came in, handed it to the maid, then pushed the door open and turned on the light in the room.
Suddenly, a living room with a cold and hard style appeared in front of everyone.
Opposite the gate, against the wall, a set of simple and solemn armor was enshrined in the center. It was filled with black model stuffing and looked quite old. It had all the accessories, like an antique passed down from the Warring States Period.
"How is it? Not bad, isn't it?" President Daimon proudly introduced to everyone, "This is the armor that Oki Hidetomo wore in the past."
"Chonghua Xiuyou?" Suzuki Sonoko scratched her hairpin, "This name sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere before."
Jiang Xia glanced at this classmate with a head like a leaky pot, and had to remind her quietly: "It was the legendary general that Mr. Lianglang mentioned at the festival just now, who gave advice to the tyrannical lord, but was killed by the lord and his entire clan, so he rebelled and killed the lord and then stabbed himself in the throat."
"Oh!" Compared to the name of a person, deeds are more memorable. Suzuki Sonoko's memory suddenly revived, and she exclaimed belatedly, "In other words, this is a set of armor from 500 years ago?"
"..." President Daimon couldn't directly reprimand this guy who couldn't grasp the main point, so he had to secretly clear his throat and correct the main point, "It's not important that it's hundreds of years old. What's important is that it's the only thing left by that legendary general."
"I see!" The adults exclaimed, half sincerely and half flatteringly, "We can feel the pressure and courage it exudes from a distance. It is worthy of being the general's relic."
However, in this family, it seems that everyone has to be criticized for what they say.
As soon as the words of praise fell, a voice came from behind: "Pressure and courage? That's not it - what you feel should be the wronged soul attached to it."
(End of this chapter)
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