Chapter 1977: The Novelist's Invitation
Saturday, August 11, evening, Maori House.
Maori and Conan came back from the meal, but they were greeted by a very dissatisfied Ran, who stood at the entrance, looking at the big and small outside the door.
"One is that people slipped away before the cleaning started, and the other was that the cleaning was not finished, and they didn't come back when they went out. β
"Events, events, events, endless events. β
As Lan spoke, he thought of Shinichi Kudo, who was completely out of the house for the incident, and immediately clenched his fists so loudly that they clicked.
Maori and Conan were sweating profusely, and the pressure was really great, so they couldn't help but scratch the back of their heads and laugh together to ease the atmosphere.
The two of them each thought about how to explain it, Lan let the way and went back, "Continue to clean up tomorrow, you two, if you dare not participate again, hum hum ......"
Mori and Conan entered the door speechless, taking the time to observe a three-second silence for their tomorrow selves. β¦β¦
The next day, Sunday, August 12, morning, Maori Detective Agency.
Conan is assigned by Lan as a caretaker to watch over Maori and prevent him from slipping away.
Conan sat on the couch with his cheeks on his cheeks and looked at Maori as he sat at his desk and painted.
Although I was curious about what Maori was drawing, Conan didn't look at it, believing that he could always see it.
After a while, Maori showed his children's drawings, saying that children may be taller, and that children's drawings are definitely better than this.
Conan could barely make out that Maori was drawing a beckoning cat, with a chubby body raised, uh, two paws? What is this? Garfield?
Maori asked, "Now, boy, have you ever seen a beckoning cat like this?"
Conan thought for a moment, "No. β
"Well," MΔori pondered, "I saw it yesterday, and there doesn't seem to be such a beckoning cat on the market." β
Conan couldn't help but ask, "Why are both claws standing up?"
Maori said triumphantly: "I don't understand, right? One paw attracts wealth, and the other paw recruits people, which is called both people and money." β
Conan was stunned for a moment, collapsed on the sofa, clutched his stomach and laughed, "Ha......"
Maori was annoyed, "What's so funny, little ghost!"
Lan ran out, "What's the matter, this is?"
Maori said smugly: "Lan, you see, this is the beckoning cat I invented, waiting for me to apply for a shape patent......"
Conan rolled with laughter, Maori was thinking a little too fast, right?
Lan was also dumbfounded, not knowing whether to be angry or laughing, "Dad, both paws are raised, isn't that just raising your hands and surrendering?
"Huh?" Maori squeezed out his bean eyes and opened his mouth wide, stupid.
Lan couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, don't think about those messy things, come, get to work." β
"Oh, oh. Maori was so embarrassed that he crumpled up his invention patent drawings, and then saw Conan lying on the couch laughing and rubbing his belly, and then came to shoot.
The shooting target, naturally, is Conan's open mouth.
It's a pity that he didn't hit, but the paper ball hit Conan's nose right on, making Conan so sore that he couldn't laugh, and it was considered to have achieved his goal.
Conan rubbed his nose and went to work honestly, so that Maori would take advantage of him, so that Maori would not be annoyed and angry and beat him. β¦β¦
In the afternoon, Ginza, Yuike Ryotei.
Mr. Takei hosted a banquet for Kenji Yano and treated him and his investment team.
On August 9, FAR Paribas broke out into a credit crisis due to subprime mortgage problems, and the global market experienced huge volatility.
That is, in one day, from Europe to the Americas and then to Asia, the world's major markets were rounded, and hundreds of millions of dollars were won for him.
The food and drinks are the most high-end, and there are the most high-end beauties next to everyone, and an afternoon and a night will cost hundreds of millions of yen, but this is relatively speaking, not a single percent. β¦β¦
In the evening, Mei Dai Restaurant.
The three daughters of Oda happily came to the last day of the internship, and the reason why they were happy was because they cheekily ordered today's supper last night, a five-class and twelve-level beef sashimi feast, looking forward to it.
The three daughters of Oda greeted the Miyamoto couple, the three sisters Yamazaki and Midaiko, and the three sisters Tarhan, and Eiyu Hondo, and changed their clothes and went to work.
I finally stayed up until the night closed and entered the supper time.
Chilled beef sashimi, beef slices thinner than paper, under the action of ice, did not become soft, piece by piece into snowflakes, really look at it and feel cool, refreshing!
When you eat it in your mouth, it melts in your mouth, and the delicious coolness falls from your mouth to your stomach, and then spreads to your whole body, cooling down and relieving the heat, refreshing!
It's hard to buy fifth-grade and twelve-grade beef, let alone a lot of it, but a lot of it has been prepared today, which is enough for everyone to eat with their bellies open until they are full, cool!
As for whether the stomach can stand it and whether it will have diarrhea, that is a matter for the future, and I will not consider it now.
Now I think about it, eat hard, eat hard......
Monday, August 13, morning, Maori Detective Agency.
Yamazaki and Eiyu Hondo came to work and continued to sort out the previous incidents.
Maori said: "By the way, I encountered another incident two days ago, the Lucky Cat incident, you can record it." β
The two protested that Maori had not notified them to participate in the Lucky Cat incident, hoping that Maori would improve next time.
Maori agreed, and as for whether he could remember, God knows. β¦β¦
Tuesday, August 14, afternoon, Maori Detective Agency.
Ran went to Sonoko's house, Conan went to Dr. Asasa's house, and Yamazaki and Eiyu Hondo were sorting out the report of the Lucky Cat incident, chatting and sorting it out.
At this time, Maori, who had gone out to play, rushed back, and it didn't look like the dejection of losing it all, but like the joy of having a business.
Maori said, "You two clean up this place, and someone will come later." β
"What is the incident?" asked Eiyu Hondo quickly.
"Stupid," Maori said angrily, "how do I know this, and the client didn't say it on the phone." β
Hondo Yingyou shrank his neck in embarrassment, he really didn't expect it, no, he shouldn't have thought about it so much.
"Yamazaki, you remember to prepare drinks. β
"Okay. β
Maori left the conversation and went to the locker room to tidy up, and Yamazaki went to boil water and prepare to make coffee.
Ten minutes later, everything was ready, and the client arrived.
A beautiful lady in her thirties who claims to be the editor of the magazine, Haruei Anabuki.
Yamazaki served his coffee, and then stood next to him with Eiyu Hondo.
"On behalf of the mystery novelist Mr. Moroguchi, I would like to extend an invitation to you, Mr. Mori," the editor of Harumi asked, "Mr. Moriguchi would like to meet with you this weekend and discuss some reasoning matters under the interview of a reporter from Literature Times Magazine, I wonder what you think, Mr. Mori?"
"Magazine reporter?" Maori was immediately happy, "no problem, no problem at all, I agreed." β
"Mr. Mori, I want to make it clear first, this meeting will start on Friday night, when Mr. Zhukou will send someone to pick you up and take you to his villa in Okutama. β
"Not only will you be required to cooperate with Teacher Zhukou for this meeting, but Teacher Zhukou will arrange for you, as well as your two assistants, to stay in his villa from Friday night to Saturday. β
Maori nodded, "Yes, no problem." β
Qingrong editor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found a detective who didn't need an appearance fee and was willing to cooperate.
The editor said some more details, including the content of the meeting, as well as the media figures who attended the meeting, the reporter Kakuji Dejima and the photographer Tarumi Wata, and then took his leave.
Sending people away, Maori is very happy, the firm has no business at all recently, and this time it can be touched by the light of the magazine, which is equivalent to advertising.
Hondo Yingyou asked puzzledly, "Uncle doesn't have any, why are you happy to drive?"
Mao Li immediately blushed and was ashamed, so he simply put down his words and asked the two of them to clean up the room, and he slipped away first.
Eiyu Hondo turned his head to look at Yamazaki, who shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.
It can't be said that the maintenance of the Maori Detective Agency, as well as Maori's monthly pocket money, comes entirely from his internship fee.
Hondo Yingyou scratched his head, "By the way, maybe the uncle is a fan of the rich mouth, that's why he is so happy." β
Yamazaki didn't answer, if Maori met Zhukouyigui, he would definitely pretend to be a fan. β¦β¦
Friday, August 17, evening, Maori Detective Agency.
Mystery novelist Mashiki Morumchi's car arrives, and Yamazaki and Eiyu Hondo follow Mori to the car.
Conan watched from upstairs and yawned, he was completely uninterested in the boring stuff of interviews.
It's a little excited to stay at home with Lan, this is a rare two-person world. β¦β¦
At night, Okutama, a villa of all mouths.
After Mori, Yamazaki, and Eiyu Hondo got out of the car, they met the owner of the villa, Makiki Morokou, a fat man about fifty years old.
He greeted him at the door, accompanied by editor Haruei, as well as the reporter Kakuji Dejima and the photographer Tarumi Wataru who she said.
One of them was holding a palm-sized portable tape recorder and the other was holding a camera, which was easily recognizable.
"Ah, Mr. Maori, I'm sorry I didn't pick you up in person. Zhukou Yigui waved his hand, and as his hand waved, Maori was shaken and couldn't open his eyes.
On his finger was a sparkling ring that shone blindingly in the light.
"Ah, sorry, sorry. Zhukou Yigui found the problem, put down his hand, and then proudly showed the ring on his finger to Maori.
It was a diamond ring, set with many diamonds, but each one was very small.
Maori praised: "Wow, what a beautiful ring, and the number of gems is amazing, all diamonds? β
Zhukou Yiguizhi smiled proudly: "It is worthy of being a Maori detective, and you can recognize it at a glance." β
"You're right, it's all diamonds. β
"This ring is to commemorate the 100th book after becoming famous, and the specially customized ring has 100 engraved on the reverse side. β
"Look. β
Yamazaki was speechless, this person deliberately used the ring to flash his eyes, and led the topic to this diamond ring, hoping to get Maori's surprised praise, which is really bad fun.
Zhukou Yigui turned his hand upside down, revealing the inside of the diamond ring, on which the number 100 was engraved.
"Originally, it was supposed to be made with 100 diamonds, but if it did, the ring would be as big as a tailor's thimble, so it was opposed. β
"That's true. β
Editor Harue helped, "Teacher, Mr. Maori has come from afar......"
"Yes, Mr. Mori, please come in. Zhukou Yigui invited. β¦β¦