Corpse collector in Conan

Kikuemon looked calm.

He cleared his throat and sat up straight, about to speak.

However, at this moment, Jiang Xia suddenly put down the tea cup and pointed at the display cabinet: "I'll choose the pottery pot on the far left on the third floor."

Kikuemon was startled, and after a moment, his expression suddenly changed.

And this sentence fell in the ears of other members of the Kikuemon family: the tea cup has been saved.

They immediately forgot the ridiculing words for laymen, and were only moved in their hearts. Judging from the "layman's" behavior just now, they obviously already knew the specialness of the teacup, but they thought it was too expensive and embarrassed to point it out, so they picked it. I bought a more ordinary pottery... Good guy! This detective is a considerate and good man!

The daughter-in-law was afraid that Jiang Xia would regret it, so she trotted to the cabinet with a smile on her face, and looked for it according to the location Jiang Xia said, the third floor, the far left...

Um?

The daughter-in-law stared at the clay pot that was supposed to be lying in the warehouse, and her face turned pale: "Dad, how come it... Feng Shui Pills are placed in the display cabinet!?"

This is Kikuemon's proud new work, which condenses his insights and hard work in recent years. This work has not had time to be released. Logically speaking, it should be carefully stored in the warehouse at this time, but why...

Kikuemon turned away his face somewhat unconvinced: "Since you are going to give others a test, of course you must carry out the test to the end. The Feng Shui Pill is my most cherished masterpiece now, and it is worthy of this bet."

So just now, the old man struggled for a while, and ran to the warehouse to take out the Feng Shui Pills. In this way, if Jiang Xia failed to choose, he could show Jiang Xia his proud work on the spot. Unexpectedly...

Jiang Xia understood after listening to the two people's speeches.

He faced the complicated opinions of his disciples, such as "Damn, I saw you wrong before", "So you are this kind of person", "Give me the good guy card" and so on: "..."

Was it his fault that he was lucky?

Besides, I don’t know if this is the real thing...but it’s just for growing potted plants anyway, so it doesn’t matter who makes it.

Jiang Xia took the clay pot that her daughter-in-law reluctantly handed over, touched it, and put it aside: "Thank you."

Although Kikuemon was willing to admit defeat, he was still a little depressed.

At this time, he remembered Jiang Xia's behavior of first staring at the tea cup, and then accurately selecting the "Feng Shui Pill". He found that this little detective had surprisingly good eyesight, and maybe he could ask Jiang Xia to help look at the works of his three apprentices.

The title of Kikuemon can only be held by one person at a time, which means that before his death, he must select one of his most proud disciples and pass on the title to him.

Kikuemon gave the power to choose the next "Kikuemon" to his daughter-in-law. Although my daughter-in-law does not make pottery, she has a strong appreciation of pottery.

It just so happens that my daughter-in-law seems to be hesitating about whom to give the title to recently. In this case, it is better to let Jiang Xia give some reference opinions. Just think of "Feng Shui Pill" as a fee for Jiang Xia's appreciation - thinking about it this way, I felt a lot better.

Kikuemon breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his daughter-in-law: "Go and bring over the newly burned works and show them to the guests."

The daughter-in-law went to get something, and the apprentices followed to help. Kikuemon walked to the corridor and looked at the courtyard, wondering what he was thinking about. Mao Lilan and the others continued to look at the precious collections next to the display cabinets. There were many items that were not for sale and could not be seen on the market.

Beside the coffee table, Toru Amuro glanced at the clay pot held by Jiangxia and whispered: "The pattern on this should be inspired by the waves and whirlpools. It is Kikuemon's best style. It is estimated to be around ten million Above, I can find someone to help you cash in when you go back."

"...Huh?" Jiang Xia still has hundreds of millions saved in his card, and he is not very interested in money at the moment. Moreover, at this time, he has already thought about what to grow in the newly obtained clay pots.

His plans were suddenly disrupted, and he said reluctantly: "It's not good to sell gifts given by others."

Toru Amuro: "..." Who said before that he was short of money.

But Jiang Xia's eyes were quite sincere, not polite.

At this time, Toru Amuro suddenly remembered that yesterday he wanted to buy a ceramics classroom experience ticket, but Jiang Xia refused on the grounds that "you cannot resell things given by customers."

... Could it be that Jiang Xia wasn't actually making excuses at that time, but really thought that way?

… In a strange place, moral standards are quite high.

If he hadn't been instilled with a bunch of evil ideas by the organization, maybe in other aspects... the evil organization would always destroy the future of the island country.

Toru Amuro sighed regretfully and made another note to the black organization.

…

A group of people waited in the room for nearly ten minutes. Instead of waiting for the apprentices' works, they waited for the pale-faced daughter-in-law.

When she was taking the pottery, her foot slipped and a cabinet collapsed. Most of the porcelain inside was broken, including several works by Kikuemon.

The disciples who went with him were too frightened to say anything - this was a very rare mistake for the shrewd young lady.

Kikuemon received the news of the death of his masterpieces unexpectedly. He shook his head and raised his hand to cover his heart.

Toru Amuro and Conan stood up alertly and began to review the first aid procedures in their minds.

However, it turns out that the reason why this national treasure-level master is still alive and well when he is nearly 80 years old is because he has his own way of regulating his mood.

He quickly recovered, shook his head and said to his daughter-in-law: "Tangible things will eventually dissipate... Let them put away the pieces. You go prepare dinner and entertain the guests tonight."

Having said that, the old man was still a little sad. For a while, he no longer wanted to discuss the "pottery soul" with Jiang Xia. He walked back to the room hunchback and shut himself up.