Taku Yamamoto and Kogoro Mori followed Mrs. Tatsumura to her husband's study.

"Gongjiang, you're back. Who are these people? A very old man who looked a little strange walked down the stairs with a smile on his face, bumped into Mrs. Tatsumura, who was the leader, and then looked at Maori and the others behind her with some puzzled eyes.

After all, so many people came at once, and whoever it was, they would ask about it.

"Dad, these are the friends I invited to our house." Mrs. Tamura said politely to the old man.

And others, including Taku Yamamoto, also learned the identity of this old man through her title. He should be the father of the diplomat Tatsumura, the father-in-law of this lady. He is said to be a professor at Shangyuan University, and once had a very high social status.

"Gongjiang, this is the fish I just drew, how about it?" The old man smiled and unfolded his hand, a picture scroll with rich brushwork.

Mrs. Tamura obviously saw a lot, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and after Yamamoto Takushi saw it, he felt that the old man's painting was still relatively good, and he was also an expert, knowing that ink painting wanted to outline the complex textures on the fish, which was also a delicate and nuanced technical work.

Mrs. Tatsumura nodded and complimented, "Very good, Dad." By the way, did you just go looking for a move? ”

The movement in her mouth is the current diplomat of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Tamura Move, who is also the master of this family.

"Well, but the door to the study is locked, and I didn't go in." The old man explained.

"Cousin." When Takushi Yamamoto was paying attention to the old man and Mrs. Tatsumura, he heard Xiaolan next to him speak.

Taku Yamamoto looked away, saw Xiaolan a little nervous and said, "Conan, is it really okay?" ”

Hearing this, Taku Yamamoto lowered his head and saw Conan, who was about to follow, his face was red, and beads of sweat were on his forehead. Obviously, the symptoms of the cold are more serious, and it has something to do with the glass of liquor that Hattori Heiji gave him to drink.

After he approached Conan, he lowered his body and reached out to touch the forehead of the little ghost, and felt some heat beyond normal body temperature in his palm: "Conan, I should have reacted to alcohol." ”

"It's okay, Brother Yamamoto Taku, Sister Xiaolan......" Conan gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort of his body, and said with a smile.

Xiaolan looked at Taku Yamamoto inquiringly, waiting for him to speak.

"If Uncle Maori hadn't had a long meeting with that diplomat, Conan would have been fine." Taku Yamamoto said slowly.

Because after drinking liquor, the body surface will produce high temperatures, which is a completely normal phenomenon. Especially when Conan is a child, his body is exposed to such a thing as liquor for the first time, and the absorption of alcohol has not yet reached the acceptance level of adults. So as long as you moderate down, create enough heat to perspire, and volatilize the alcohol in your body, there is no problem.

"Dad, I'll take the guests to see the move, you go to the living room and wait for me first." Mrs. Tamura smiled slightly, not as strict as she had just been with her juniors, and said to her husband's father respectfully.

"Well, I see, Gongjiang." The old man nodded obediently, then took his beloved painting and walked in the direction of the living room.

Reach the second floor, long hallway.

Under the guidance of Mrs. Tamura, a group of people finally came to the door of the diplomat Tamura's study.

Just as the old man said, the wooden door of his study was locked, and the strange thing was that there was a very loud symphony from inside, which could be clearly heard even through a door.

Mrs. Tatsumura took out the key, slowly twisted the wooden doorknob, and gently pushed open the door of the study, and she walked in naturally, followed by Mori Kogoro, followed by Taku Yamamoto and others.

As imagined, it is a world with many books, almost densely packed on the shelves.

A machine with a symphony was working, and at the desk, a burly man with his arm on the side of his face, seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a stack of books, neatly arranged.

"Husband, why are you sleeping here?" Mrs. Tatsumura, since she was the host, walked around and came to her husband, and tried to wake him up, for there were guests waiting for him.

Just when the symphony reached its climax in everyone's ears, the moment of intense and tactful movement, the diplomat Tatsumura, who had been sitting there sleeping with his arm supporting his chin, suddenly lost the support of his body, and when Mrs. Tatsumura shook him, the whole person fell stiffly.

Poof!

Tatsumura's face lost its support point and landed directly on the surface of the desk, making a heavy sound all of a sudden.

"Husband!" Mrs. Tatsumura screamed, and saw Tatsumura moving, completely unconscious and slumped motionless in front of her.

Everyone's attention returned to the fat diplomat, and Mori Kogoro's face changed, and it was easy to think of something. And Hattori Heiji rushed over all at once.

Yamamoto blinked his eyebrows and slowly walked to the desk, the man who had obviously hung up, he was a little curious about what kind of poison was so violent, he could die at once, and the body didn't look like he had just died......