"Are you going to take over the commission?" Miwako Sato asked with a serious expression.
Yansuke waved his hands in dismay, "A lawyer's duty is to fight for the interests of his client. My client is not Mrs. Minagawa..."
Sato Miwako frowned, not knowing why, but she was sure of one thing. This guy used something he would never do as a bargaining chip to deal with her...
Kensuke didn't explain, turned around and said to Mr. Minagawa in a wan manner: "Let's go to the study. It's time to have a good communication about the next thing. Solve your matter as soon as possible. I'm still busy."
"Thank you for your hard work." Mr. Minagawa raised his head and said gratefully, then looked at his son Ajin 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 taken away and was crying in panic, A 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 Sato Miwako constantly checking various evidences and clues, confirming repeatedly, and understanding all the situations bit by bit.
Then, his face became blank and in a daze.
So... I went to the toilet by myself. What happened?
And what is the principle behind that messy reasoning process?
How does it work?
How can it be repaired!
Conan grabbed the chicken coop and cursed someone irritably.
…
In the study room on the second floor, two voices talking in low voices were blocked by the door.
"I didn't expect things to turn out like this, alas..."
"This accident can actually be a good thing for you, it saves us a lot of work.
The next plan is going to change, and that inheritance can just help your club go further. But...you have to accept the matter of your son."
"I understand, there is nothing we can do about it. After all, I have been raising it for a few years, and I have some feelings for it, so let's continue to raise it like this, alas..."
"The club is back to life, the wife is in jail, everything is getting better, isn't it? Why are you so depressed?"
"Oh, I would rather not have such an experience, but thanks to you, otherwise I would have been unable to bear the blow and committed suicide.
Career crisis, wife cheating, the son I have raised for so many years is not my own..."
A more strangled cry loomed.
"Marriage..."
…
The sky was starting to get dark, and even though it wasn't the rush hour, there were still traffic jams from time to time.
Shizuo Komemon held the steering wheel expressionlessly as he watched the two owners of the car in front of him arguing, blocking the entire road.
He stared at the sky in a daze. It was already very late. The art museum should be closed, right? Suzuki Ayako should have gone back.
Because the morning was relatively busy, lunch was already late. Conan's side had already finished their dinner, drank coffee, finished desserts, and even had someone die by the way. Shizuo Komemon's side had just finished lunch.
After eating half way, I rushed to the scene of the murder and spent a long time dealing with it. It was already getting very close to dark.
So, Suzuki Ayako has gone back, right?
Shizuo Komemon took out his mobile phone and looked at the sent inquiry email.
no reply……
He opened the door and got out of the car absentmindedly.
"Gumeimen Criminal? Why are you here?"
Yumi Miyamoto, who had just arrived and was about to deal with the traffic accident, looked at Shizuo Furumimon in surprise.
But Shizuo Komemon acted as if he didn't see or hear her at all. He walked past her and came to the car blocking the road. He bent down and grabbed the bottom of the car.
"What are you going to do to my car?" The quarreling car owner turned his head in confusion and looked at his strange movements.
Shizuo Komemon still looked absent-minded, but the movements of his hands did not stop. With a little force, the entire car swayed off the ground and was then lifted up.
The car owner opened his mouth and looked at this scene blankly. The female driver who was arguing with him was also confused and forgot about the quarrel.
Miyamoto Yumi stared blankly at this astonishing scene. When Shizuo Furumon placed the car on the roof of the female driver's car, she finally couldn't help but whisper:
"Is it a humanoid crane? This is it. Let him fight when Gomera invades."
Then he added, "Miwako is indeed very lucky..."
In the noisy street congestion, in the deathly silence, all the onlookers couldn't believe their eyes. Isn't this outrageous scene a little too ridiculous?
Have you been under too much pressure recently and are hallucinating?
Until Shizuo Komemon silently returned to the car, started the car and drove away, everyone watched the car exhaust dissipate in the air for a long time without slowing down.
…
Before it got completely dark, Shizuo Komemon stood in front of the art museum.
Just to confirm.
With this thought in mind, he stood here.
The evening breeze blew through the empty space in front of the door. It was obviously spring, but it felt a bit bleak in autumn.
Sure enough, he had already left.
Shizuo Komemon looked at the closed door of the art museum, looked around for a week, saw no one, and breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, he really didn't know how to face Miss Suzuki Ayako.
In fact, love should be done as early as possible, otherwise after experiencing too much, people will be tired and will be too lazy to love.
Shizuo Komemon couldn't imagine being in a passionate love relationship like ordinary young people, and he never had any expectations for it.
But...how should I put it, at this moment, he still felt inexplicably missing something.
But he knew very well that it was not love, but an empty feeling similar to that when you cross half a city to see someone but don't see them.
This will be true whether the other person is a lover, a relative, or a friend.
That's all.
The other party must have felt the same way, right? Shizuo Komemon sighed, turned around and left.
"Gumei Mensang?"
The steps stopped.
"Why did you come? Is the work over?"
There was undisguised surprise in the gentle voice.
Shizuo Komemon turned his head and looked at Suzuki Ayako, who was smiling without any dissatisfaction. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
After a short silence, he asked: "I didn't see you at the door just now..."
It's a bit incoherent. What Shizuo Komemon wants to say is that there is no hiding place around here. Where did you come from?
But Suzuki Ayako understood it and explained: "I was in the art museum just now."
"Isn't it closed?"
"Ah, I asked the guard to let me stay a little longer. The collection here is really good. I forgot about the time."
"Oh, all right."
At this time, Shizuo Komemon realized that he was really stupid. No, he had been tricked by Kensuke again. No one in his right mind would stand outside and wait in the air, right? Suzuki Ayako is not stupid.
I subconsciously have this thought, mostly because of the misleading words in the introduction.
"Is work going well?"
"Well, it went quite smoothly."
"That kid from Yuanzi didn't do anything recklessly, did he?"
"Fortunately, you helped me a little bit."
"That's it... Then, do you want to go in and have a look?"
