I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Dad, should we go another day?" Xiaolan was a little worried. As the saying goes, there is no pie in the sky, and greed of this kind of cheapness may cause problems.

"Actually, I am also a little worried." Guangyou echoed, "If there is a problem, it will be troublesome."

In remote places like this, you might run into illicit shops, high-priced dishes, additional tips, and perhaps special services.

The figures on the bill may be sky-high.

If you don't give it, there will be a lot of muscle brothers, shirtless, and talking to you about philosophy or something.

It's not that he can't solve it, it's the same as what he just said, it's too troublesome to solve.

First of all, you must avoid Uncle Maori and Xiaolan. In addition, there may be many people on the other side, and he will definitely not be able to beat him without a gun.

"Are you worried that I'm a bad guy?" The driver faintly heard a few people talking, he smiled, and said to them, "Don't worry, although it is not as bustling as Tokyo, there are a lot of people. Maybe the people in that group are all bad guys?"

Hearing that, Guangyou nodded: "Well, it makes sense."

"Yes, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, Guangyou added: "But it does not rule out that it is really all bad people."

"..." The driver was a little skeptical of life. The kid first called him an evildoer and then treated him as a bad person. Although he must be defensive, it is too serious?

In fact, what he didn't know was that Guangyou said this only for the sake of skinning.

"Mr. Maori, are you going?" The driver was going to ignore Guangyou and directly asked Uncle Maori, "If I go, I can drop you there."

"People are kind, don't think too badly." Uncle Maori stared at Guangyou, turned his head and said to the driver, "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble." The driver said, "If the famous Maori detective comes, I think the hot spring owner who is a fan of Mr. Maori will be very happy, maybe it will drive the flow of hot springs."

"This is too exaggerated, I am not so capable yet."

He said so, but Uncle Maori's face was already full of smiles, and obviously this compliment was effective.

"You are too modest." The driver smiled. "You can be said that no one knows that no one knows you on our side."

"Really?"

"Yes, you are welcome with us."

"I was said to be a little embarrassed."

"..."

A total of ten minutes by car, in these ten minutes, the two people accounted for five or six minutes of commercial flattery.

When a touch of orange and red appeared on the skyline, the bus left the mountain and drove into Yamato City, and finally stopped in front of a house called "Yamato Tamagawa Hot Spring".

"It turned out to be this one." Guangyou had seen this hot spring when he came, originally thought it was in a sparsely populated place like the suburbs, but it turned out to be in the city.

It is true that there is no problem with the hot springs in the urban area, and judging from the scale, it is estimated that the hot springs inside are not natural hot springs.

When I got off the bus, the driver was on the phone, seeming to be calling the owner of the spa.

After hanging up the phone, the driver said to the uncle Maori who had gotten off: "Mr. Maori, I have already talked to the boss inside for you. He will come out to pick you up right away. I have to continue to work and leave first. "

"I really trouble you." Uncle Maori sighed as he looked at the bus going away, "What a nice person."

He used to pay to go to the hot springs. Now that there are free hot springs to take, he can save thousands of yen for selling alcohol and betting on horses. Isn't that a good person?

In fact, he didn't want to come either. Now he wanted to go home to watch the show, but couldn't bear the kind invitation from others, so he had to reluctantly sell others' face and come to soak in the hot springs.

Thinking of this, Uncle Maori sighed, with a touch of pride hidden in the corner of his mouth: "It's not good for people to be famous, they are really known everywhere."

Xiao Lan rolled her eyes at Uncle Maori: "Really, if you get a bargain, you still sell well."

At this time, a voice with a slight vicissitudes of life sounded: "Mr. Maori, you really have been admired for a long time."

The few people standing at the door followed the sound. A middle-aged man wearing traditional Japanese clothes walked out of the hot spring. After seeing the uncle Maori at the door, there was obviously a hint of joy on the middle-aged man's face.

"Are you the boss?" Uncle Maori stepped forward and shook his hand with the middle-aged man, "I really have to thank you this time."

The person in front of him saved thousands of yen while also helping him fulfill his promise of taking a few people to the hot springs.

"Don't say that, it's an honor for the famous detective Kogoro Mori to visit our hot spring." The middle-aged man turned his side and said, "Don't stand at the door. We go in and sit and talk. I’m going to prepare a dinner party, and I’ll have it later."

Uncle Maori scratched his head and smiled suddenly: "That's really embarrassing."

"After dinner, Mr. Maori can take a dip in our hot spring and relax." The middle-aged man and Uncle Maori walked side by side and said, "You should have heard that I am your fan, so I don’t know. Can I take a picture with you, Mr. Mori?"

"Of course it's okay." Uncle Maori asked why, and ended up taking a picture, and then he waved his hand, "Don't say one, 100 pictures are fine."

"Really?" The middle-aged man was overjoyed and said quickly, "It doesn't take as many as a hundred, just fifty."

"..."

Uncle Maori fell into silence, why doesn't this person play cards according to the routine?

He was just polite, in fact he didn't mean that!

"It deserves it." Xiaolan, who was walking behind, saw the embarrassment on Uncle Maori's face, gloating, "Who makes my dad get overwhelmed when he hears others praise him."

"Hahaha, of course there won't be so many, just one." The middle-aged man also saw the unnaturalness of Uncle Maori and smiled, "I was joking just now, Mr. Maori, don't take it seriously."

"Relax, I didn't take it seriously." Uncle Maori replied with a smile, "How could I take it seriously."

If you look closely, you can find that the corners of Uncle Maori's mouth are twitching slightly.

"I forgot to introduce myself." The middle-aged man said as he walked, "My name is Shioji Tamagawa, the boss here, please advise."

"Please advise." Uncle Maori replied, "I really trouble you today, Mr. Tamagawa."

The others followed behind them, stepped on the stone road, and walked towards the house in the middle of the courtyard.

The house adopts the traditional Japanese architectural style, with the green plants growing next to it, it looks very quiet, with a feeling of "the bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen house has deep flowers and trees".

"The environment is not bad." Guangyou looked around, feeling a little strange, "Why didn't I see the guests? Is it possible that there is a real problem here?"

Xiao Ai turned her head and asked: "Did you not read the sign at the door?"

"The sign outside the door? I didn't see it." Guangyou shook his head and asked suspiciously, "What is written on it?"

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