Conan: Money is Almighty

Early the next morning, Miyamoto got up from his warm bed, and the garden was still sleeping soundly.

After lightly cleaning up, changing his clothes, Miyamoto Han went out.

Driving downstairs to the Maori detective office, after honking a few horns, Ran, who was full of energy, walked down with Maori Kogoro and Conan who were playing Hatchet.

“Uncle Māori, early.” Miyamoto Han greeted.

“Hmm.” Maori Kogoro nodded, seemingly holding a slight grudge that he hadn’t eaten Miyamoto Han last night.

Miyamoto Han didn’t bother to care about him, anyway, the other party would be able to recover itself after a while.

“Conan, you’re early.” Miyamoto greeted Conan.

Conan, who has a great grudge against Miyamoto Han, naturally does not want to respond to the other party, but Xiaolan’s gaze is like a needle prick, making Conan feel like a man’s back, so he has to obediently say hello to Miyamoto Han.

Miyamoto Han smiled and greeted Xiao Lan, who was standing behind him.

A few people got into the car, and Miyamoto Han took out the pastries he had made last night as breakfast for a few people.

“Han, the pastry you made is so delicious.” Maori Kogoro stuffed three or four pastries in his mouth and said incoherently.

Although Conan did not praise the deliciousness of Miyamoto’s pastry, he could tell from the fact that he quickly stuffed the pastry into his mouth that he also liked it.

Miyamoto Han smiled and headed straight for the place where he had made an appointment with Ichikawa.

Inside the car, Maori Kogoro had begun to sleep again, and Xiaoran was also sitting there pretending to sleep, but Conan looked out from time to time.

Seeing that there was something wrong with the road, Conan asked, “Hey, where are you going?” ”

“This is not the way to Nishitama!” Conan couldn’t help the doubts in his heart and spoke.

Miyamoto Han was about to open his mouth to explain, but Xiaolan, who had her eyes closed on the side, suddenly spoke: “Conan, have you forgotten what I told you?” ”

“Eh”, Conan immediately changed his face and spoke again: “Brother Han, where are we going?” It doesn’t seem to be the way to Nishitamo. ”

The voice of deliberately pretending to be cute Conan gave Miyamoto goosebumps.

“We’re going to pick up someone, so it’s not the way to Nishitama now.” Miyamoto Han also pretended to be very friendly and replied.

“What kind of man?” Conan spoke again.

Conan’s continuous questioning disturbed Maori Kogoro who was sitting on the side to catch up on sleep, and with a “bang”, Conan had a big bag on his head.

“Where are so many problems, you little ghost give me a quiet job.”

Looking at Maori Kogoro’s angry look, Conan had to sit there, thinking that it seemed that he would only know who Miyamoto Han was going to pick up when he got somewhere.

Next, there was a silence in the car.

Soon, the car arrived at its destination, and looking at Kazuge Ichikawa wearing a simple costume outside the car, Miyamoto Han felt that he was almost unable to recognize the other party.

Is this still the very sexy and charming Ichikawa Kazuge who dressed up at the banquet, how did he change his clothes and become so pure and cute.

“Mr. Miyamoto, you are here.” Ichikawa bowed heavily in greeting.

Miyamoto Han also hurriedly said hello to the other party.

Conan looked at the woman standing outside the car, he always felt as if he had seen this woman somewhere, but he couldn’t remember.

Maori Kogoro in the car also felt the car stop, and asked, “Is it so soon?” ”

“No, now I just picked up a friend of Brother Han.” Conan explained from the sidelines.

“Friends?” Maori Kogoro looked out of the car, and a plain dressed Ichikawa Kazuge appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly felt his eyes light up.

“Han, who is this?” Maori Kogoro got out of the car and asked Miyamoto Han.

Before Miyamoto could speak, Ichikawa Kazuge spoke first, “Mr. Mori, it’s really forgetful, we met more than a month ago.” ”

“What, I know you?” Maori Kogoro had a big question mark written on his face, he couldn’t remember when he met such a beautiful woman.

“Right at the banquet of the Ichikawa family.” Ichikawa Kazuge prompted.

Maori Kogoro gasped, remembering who this woman was, this is not Kotaro Ichikawa’s eldest daughter, how did she become like this now.

“I’m so sorry that something happened to your father.” Maori Kogoro suddenly remembered the newspaper he had read some time ago and spoke.

“It’s okay, my father has already had that plan.” Ichikawa said calmly.

“Let’s get in the car quickly, so as not to wait until it’s late.” Miyamoto Han said from the side.

“Too.” Several people quickly got into the car, but Xiaolan sat in the back from the passenger seat, and Ichikawa sat in the passenger seat.

Conan had just heard Maori Kogoro in the car, and naturally already knew who this woman was, but he couldn’t figure out why Miyamoto Han had a relationship with the other party.

Although it was a little strange, Conan did not dare to ask, because Maori on the side fell asleep again.

After Maori Kogoro knew that this beautiful woman was Ichikawa Kazuge, he instantly lost interest.

Looking at the large mansion in front of him, Miyamoto Han knew that their destination had arrived.

Xiaolan, who had been sitting in the car for two or three hours, and the others got out of the car and immediately became excited.

Maori Kogoro stretched his waist and stepped forward to knock on the door.

After a while, a middle-aged woman opened the door.

Seeing Maori Kogoro, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, “You are Mr. Maori right!” ”

When Maori Kogoro heard the other party’s words, he immediately became excited and spoke, “Well, I am the Maori Kogoro invited by Mr. Kikuyouemon.” ”

Looking at the arrogant Maori Kogoro, the woman led several people into the house.

After leading a few people to the drawing room, pouring tea for them, he left.

Looking at the pottery in the room, several people couldn’t help but open their mouths, stood up one after another, and looked at the pottery on the shelf.

Ichikawa, who was very interested in these things, looked at and touched these pottery with a sigh.

Miyamoto Han didn’t feel anything, he felt that this was not just pottery, and it was not very good-looking or something. After all, when it comes to ceramics, who can compare to Huaxia.

Maori Kogoro on the side seemed to have taken a fancy to one of the pottery bowls, picked it up, and sighed: “Whether it is color or shape, it is the work of a national treasure-level potter, the master of Kikuemon Gate.” ”

“Don’t say that a national treasure is not a national treasure, I am not a thing, I am also an ordinary person.” A kind voice came.

Everyone looked and saw an old man with silver hair standing at the door, it was Kiku Youemun.