"Knock knock!"

A sedan crosses the snowy mountain road, and the drums of the requiem festival become more and more faint, gradually drowning in the wind and snow.

"Can we really go with you?" Xiaolan asked the young man next to the driver's seat uneasily.

"Yes, it's better to have someone with me," the young man smiled slightly, "Actually, the male owner of the Daimon family is the president of Daimon Industries......"

"Oh?" Uncle Maori, who was driving, said unexpectedly, "Is that the famous president of the gate?" ”

"His fame is not small, but he is also a person who will do anything for money," the young man's face was not very happy, "he always looks at his family angrily, and he often disputes with his eldest son's candidate for the next president, and his eldest daughter-in-law also ignores the family and goes out to play all day, and it is a matter of time before he divorces his eldest son......"

"Sounds like you know them well."

"Because I'm their youngest son, I'm called Yoshiro Daimato, and I haven't been home for years......"

During the conversation, the car quickly drove in front of a large mansion, and it was very old-fashioned, as if it had returned to ancient Japan.

Gao Cheng got out of the car and looked at the brick and wood house in the snow, which was very similar to the ancient Chinese and Japanese mansion of the Yamanai family, and it looked like a wealthy family.

In the future, when you have money, it is not bad to buy one as a resort......

Well, wait for the money.

Recently, there have been a lot of murders, but not much money, all of them are small commissions, which are better than Uncle Maori.

At least there are no cases of clients being killed......

In the main house, the gate Lianglang took Gao Cheng and his party into the entrance.

"Big brother, I'm back......"

"Lianglang," a man with a wide chin of glasses frowned, "what are you doing here?" ”

"Our brothers haven't seen each other for five years, so you don't have to be so cold, right?"

"Detective Joto?"

In the tense atmosphere, a girl wearing an apron came from the back room, and when she saw the door Lianglang behind her, Gao Cheng couldn't help but be surprised: "Why are you ......?"

"Miss Hatsuho?" Gao Cheng patted the snowflakes on his body, and looked at the delicate Hojo Hatsuho in a daze, "Shouldn't this be the big family you work in?" ”

"Yes, yes," Hojo Hatsuho reacted, turning to the man with glasses with a cold face, "Young Master, let's go to the house and say ......"

"I said Hatsuho, it's not your turn to speak here, right?" The woman next to her, who seemed to be a man's wife, looked at Gao Cheng scrutinically, "Lianglang, who are these people?" How can there be a detective ......?"

"I met them at the Hidetomo Festival, and I saw that they didn't have a place to live, so I ......"

"Humph! You haven't been back for years, and when you come back, you'll bring outsiders! ”

Gao Cheng was slightly embarrassed to stand behind Uncle Maori, the relationship between the family seemed to be quite tense, and sure enough, it still caused trouble for the gate Lianglang.

"Mr. Lianglang, I think we are still ......"

"What are you arguing about?"

An old man in a kimono walked out, frowning, and his expression was quite majestic, but he was happy when he saw the good door.

"Lianglang?! You're finally back! ”

"Daddy......" Yoshiro Daimon said with a slight pause, "Now the snow is closing the mountain, so I want Mr. Maori to stay for the ...... temporary"

"Maori?" The old man looked at Uncle Maori with wide eyes, "Isn't this the great detective Maori Kogoro?" To tell you the truth, I've always admired you, and since you're so fateful, please stay here today! ”

"Huh?"

"Hatsuho, go and help Mr. Mori prepare a room for them and Lianglang!"

Compared with the eldest son and daughter-in-law, the old man is quite enthusiastic, not at all as impersonal as the younger son Damen Lianglang said.

But......

Gao Cheng looked at Uncle Maori who was smiling.

Is the uncle's popularity so good? Inexplicably, he became naked, and he felt like he was a follower......

"Hey, hey." Uncle Maori couldn't help but smile funny at Gao Cheng.

Every time the case is taken advantage of by this kid, but ah, in the end, it's still him, the sleeping Kogoro, who is more open, and it's really a good idea to bring Gao Cheng in the morning......

"Everyone, please come with me." Hojo Hatsuho led everyone through the corridor on the right to arrange the guest room, "Mr. Mori and Detective Joto, sleep in the front room tonight, and Master Ryoro will sleep in the inner room." ”

"Oh, good."

"In addition, you can lead to the yard from the back walkway, and the snow scene in the yard can be said to be a must, and it is good to go out for a walk."

"Well, we'll go and see," Xiaolan nodded, and asked curiously, "Do Miss Hatsuho and Senior Joto know each other?" ”

Hojo Hatsuho paused for a moment and smiled, "yes, I used to be neighbors when I used to work in Tokyo, and I'm also a fan of Detective Joto." ”

"Really?"

"Hmph." Uncle Maori slumped his face.

Such a beautiful girl is actually a detective fan of the city boy, and God is blind.

"Mr. Mori," said Daimon Yoshiro apologizing to Uncle Mori, "I'm really sorry just now, my eldest brother and sister-in-law are really unhospitable......"

"Whereever, don't say that," Uncle Maori put away his thoughts, touched the back of his head and smiled, "Actually, we shouldn't have visited so rashly and caused you trouble." ”

"No," Daimon smiled, "I didn't expect you to be all great detectives, what an honor." ”

"Sister Hatsuho," Conan interjected, "where is the toilet?" ”

"Toilet, you just go down this hallway...... The switch in the toilet is a little hard to find, so I'll go with you. ”

Hojo Hatsuho left with Conan, and said to everyone: "I'll help you make tea by the way, everyone have a good rest first." ”

Gao Cheng looked at the back of Hojo Hatsuho, and remembered the time when he met downstairs in the office before.

It shouldn't be easy to be a maid in such a big family, right? I always feel that there is something on the mind under Hojo Hatsuho's smile.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ai walked to Gao Cheng's side, "Keep staring at others......"

"It's just a little touching, I didn't expect to meet acquaintances here."

At dinner time, it was still snowing outside, but it was quite warm inside, and everyone gathered in a tatami mat room to eat, and the president of the gate and his eldest son and his wife were present.

Maybe it's because of the relationship between the younger son, the husband and wife still don't have a good face for Gao Cheng and his gang, and the atmosphere is weird when eating.

Uncle Maori smiled dryly and said, "Your house is really magnificent, it's really embarrassing that we can live in such a good place." ”

The president of the gate said: "Where, this is an old house, and I usually have to do some renovations. ”

Gao Cheng sat silently on the side with his eyelids closed.

After having the Chenghu Mansion, he didn't feel much, but he just felt that it looked good......

"Sir," Hatsuho Hojo opened the paper door of the Japanese room, "The old lady said that she was not feeling well tonight, so she should rest early......"

"Here we go again," the president of the gate frowned slightly, "Mr. Mori finally came to the house today......

"It's no wonder, where can my mother-in-law still have dinner today?" The eldest daughter-in-law, Kayoko, said in a strange manner, "Let me tell you, every year, when General Xiuyou's death day, my mother-in-law will always worship at the Buddhist altar in the room until midnight, saying that it was the time when General Xiuyou committed suicide, and she once heard a voice and was scared half to death......"

"Kayoko!" The eldest son, a tree at the gate, called his wife in a deep voice.

"It's true, what's the matter?"

"Damn's body isn't very good in the first place......"

"Kazuki," said the eldest son, the head of the gate club, "how can you have time to care about us old, if you have time, you can spend more time on your work!" ”

The eldest daughter-in-law, Kayoko, smiled awkwardly and couldn't help asking, "Dad, about the next president ......?"

"I'm still eating, and I'll talk about it after I'm done."

The president of the gate gathered his mood and asked his youngest son with concern, "Lianglang, what are you doing now?" ”

"I'm singing in the restaurant." Yoshiro Daimon responded.

"Huh? How do you do that kind of unproductive job? Come back, Lianglang, you should also come back to Dad's company to help Dad, okay? ”