"Are you going to take over the commission?" Miwako Sato asked with a somewhat solemn expression.

Kensuke waved his hand whimsily, "The duty of a lawyer is to fight for the interests of his client, and my client is not Mrs. Minagawa ......"

Miwako Sato frowned, she didn't know why, but she was sure of one thing, this guy was using something he wouldn't have done as a bargaining chip to trade with himself......

Kensuke didn't explain, and turned to Mr. Minagawa with a smile: "Let's go to the study, the next thing, it's time to communicate well, solve the matter on your side as soon as possible, I'm still busy." ”

"Thank you so much." Mr. Minagawa raised his head and said with a grateful expression, then looked at his son Ah Jin, who was grabbing his clothes, and said, "You go back to the room to play for a while, I have work to do." ”

Because his mother was crying in fear when she was taken away, Ah Jin didn't want to leave his father's side, but he was forcibly taken to the bedroom and left alone.

Conan watched this scene thoughtfully, and then listened to Miwako Sato constantly check all kinds of evidence and clues, confirm them repeatedly, and understand everything bit by bit.

Then, his face became blank and dazed.

So...... I went to the toilet by myself, what happened?

And that messy reasoning process, what is the principle exactly?

How does it work?

How can it be repaired!

Conan grabbed the head of the chicken nest and scorned someone irritably.

……

In the study on the second floor, two voices of whispered conversation were blocked by the door.

"I didn't expect things to turn out like this, alas......"

"This accident can actually be considered a good thing for you, and it saves us a lot of work.

The next step is to change your plans, and that inheritance can help your club go further. Merely...... You have to admit your son's business. ”

"I understand, this is also something that can't be helped, but I've been raising it for a few years, and I'm a little emotional, so let's continue to raise it like this, alas......"

"The club is coming back to life, my wife is in prison, everything is getting better, isn't it? So what to do in frustration. ”

"Heh, I'd rather not have this experience, but thanks to you, I wouldn't have been able to bear the blow and commit suicide.

Career crisis, wife cheating, the son who has been raised for so many years is not his own ......"

A choked cry loomed.

"Marriage, ......"

……

The sky is starting to darken, and even though it's not rush hour, traffic is still congested from time to time.

Shizuo Furumon held the steering wheel expressionlessly, watching the two owners of the scraped vehicles in front of him arguing, blocking an entire road.

He looked at the sky in a daze, it was getting late, the museum should be closing, right? Ayako Suzuki should have gone back too.

Because the morning was busy, it was already late for lunch, and Conan had already finished the dinner, drank coffee, ate dessert after the meal, and even died by the way, and Shizuo Komimen had just had lunch here.

Halfway through eating, I rushed to the scene of the murder and dealt with it for a long time, and it was already very close to dark at this time.

So, Ayako Suzuki went back, right?

Shizuo Furumon pulled out his phone and looked at the inquiry email that had been sent.

No reply......

He absentmindedly opened the door and got out of the car.

"Gumeon criminal? Why are you here? ”

Yumi Miyamoto, who had just arrived and was about to start dealing with the traffic accident, looked at Shizuo Furumon in surprise.

But as if he hadn't seen or heard at all, Shizuo Furumon walked past her, came to the car blocking the road, bent down and grabbed the bottom of the car.

"What are you going to do with my car?" The owner of the car who was arguing turned his head suspiciously and watched his strange movements.

Shizuo Furumon was still absent-minded, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and with a little force, the whole car swayed off the ground and was lifted.

The owner of the car grew his mouth and watched this scene sluggishly, and the female driver who was arguing with him was also stunned and forgot to quarrel.

Miyamoto Yumi looked at this amazing scene in a daze, and when Shizuo Furumon put the car on the roof of the female driver, she finally couldn't help but whisper:

"Humanoid cranes? This is. When Gomera invaded, he was ready to fight. ”

Then he added, "Miwako is indeed a great ......"

Isn't this outrageous scene in the noisy street congestion, the deathly silence, and all the onlookers not believing their eyes?

Have you been under too much stress lately and are hallucinating?

Until Shizuo Furumon returned to the car in silence, started the car and drove away, everyone looked at the car exhaust that dissipated in the air for a long time.

……

Before it was completely dark, Shizuo Komimon stood in front of the museum.

Just to confirm.

With that in mind, he stood here.

The evening breeze blew through the empty open space in front of the door, obviously it was spring, but it was a bit of a bleak autumn feeling.

Sure enough, it's gone.

Shizuo Furumon looked at the closed door of the art museum, looked around, and saw no one, and breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he really didn't know how to face that Miss Ayako Suzuki.

In fact, this kind of thing should be done as soon as possible, otherwise if you experience too much, people will be tired and will be too lazy to love.

Shizuo Furumon couldn't imagine himself being in a passionate relationship like an ordinary young man, and he never had any expectations for it.

But...... How to say it, at this time, he still had an inexplicable feeling of stepping on the air in his heart.

But he knew very well that it wasn't a relationship, but something like the feeling of emptiness when you cross half a city to meet someone, only to see it.

This is true whether the other person is a lover, a relative, or a friend.

And that's all.

The other party must feel the same way, right? Shizuo Furumon sighed and turned to leave.

"Komei Men-san?"

The footsteps stopped.

"How did you get here? Is the job over? ”

There was undisguised surprise in the gentle voice.

Shizuo Furumon turned his head and looked at Ayako Suzuki, who was smiling and not dissatisfied, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After a brief silence, he asked, "I didn't see you at the door just now......

A little incoherent, Shizuo Komimen wants to say that there is no place to hide around here, where did you come from?

But Ayako Suzuki understood and explained, "I was in the museum just now. ”

"Isn't it closed?"

"Ah, I asked Uncle Janitor to let me stay a little longer, the collection here is really good, I lost track of time."

"Oh, that's good."

At this time, Shizuo Furumon found out that he was really stupid, no, he was cheated by Kensuke again, and people with normal brains wouldn't stand outside and blow the wind stupidly, right? Ayako Suzuki is not stupid.

I subconsciously have this kind of thought, mostly because of Kensuke's misleading words.

"Is the work going well?"

"Well, it went well."

"That kid didn't do anything recklessly, did he?"

"It's okay, it helped me a little."

"That's right...... So, do you want to go in and have a look? ”

"What?"

"Art Gallery."