I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

When several people were discussing, a car slowly stopped by the roadside.

A small-eyed man in a suit with a slicked beard got out of the car, ignoring Guangyou and his party at the door, and went straight into Zhujiao's house.

The man directly opened the door of Zhujiao's house and greeted him intimately: "Good afternoon."

"Are you friends?" Conan murmured as he looked at the man.

From what the man said, it can be seen that he is not the male owner of this family, but the relationship with Zhujiao family should be good.

At least he has a good relationship with Mrs. Zhujiao, the woman just now.

In the next second, the words from Mrs. Zhujiao confirmed Conan's point of view.

Just listen to her smiling and saying to the man: "Teacher, you came so early?"

"Well, I'm free today."

The man called the teacher nodded and responded.

"Look, teacher, I have done what the teacher said." Mrs. Zhujiao smiled, and she couldn't tell that she was still angry half a minute ago.

She pointed to the vase on the shoe cabinet and asked with a smile, "I should have done nothing wrong?"

He glanced in the direction Mrs. Zhujiao was pointing, and then the man smiled: "Very good, nothing wrong."

"The entrance is a lucky entrance. Pottery ornaments suitable for any position are placed in the entrance, which is very good in Feng Shui."

The man walked into the room, closed the door, and said, "Let's go in and talk about it."

"It turns out to be a feng shui guy." Guangyou curled his lips in disdain, muttering to himself, "80% is a scammer again."

It's not that he doesn't believe in Feng Shui, but he doesn't believe that he can meet someone with real ability here.

But this has nothing to do with him, it didn't fool him anyway.

"Excuse me, what do you do?"

At this time, a female voice suddenly sounded behind several people.

Hearing the sound, several people turned their heads and looked back.

Behind a few people stood a black-haired woman with heavy makeup, but even if she put on heavy makeup, she could not hide the wrinkles on her face.

"It's nothing..."

Before Uncle Maori finished explaining, the woman walked past several people, and the breeze she brought was mixed with a strong and pungent perfume smell.

The smell made Guangyou frowned, stretched out one hand to cover his mouth and nose, and slapped the other hand in the air.

Although he didn't know much about perfume, he could smell that the kind of bargain that this woman sprayed on her body was definitely the cheap one.

The woman retracted her gaze from the people, walked straight to the door, and opened the door.

"Wow~"

The sound of opening the door attracted the ladies in the room.

When she saw the woman at the door, Mrs. Zhujiao asked helplessly and angrily, "What are you doing? Sister, didn't I tell you to stop coming?"

The girl with heavy makeup called elder sister hurriedly said: "Ryoko, don't you be angry, my luck this month is not good, one hundred thousand..."

As if thinking that the amount was not appropriate, the heavy makeup woman paused, and then said, "No, just lend me fifty thousand."

"If you are unlucky, wouldn't you go to the fortune teller to find a way to change your luck?!" Zhujiao Liangzi walked to the door quickly, full of anger and impatience.

He stretched out his hand and pushed his sister out of the door, then closed the door directly, and shouted, "Don't come to me in the future, I will never lend you money!"

Glancing at the closed door, the girl with heavy makeup gave a cold snort.

Perhaps because she knew that she would not be able to borrow money if she stayed, the girl with heavy makeup didn't stay at the door much, she turned around and walked towards the door.

In order not to be extravagant, the Maori people turned around one after another, posing as if they hadn't seen anything.

Only Guangyou took a few steps back silently.

The smell is really pungent.

Compared with the smell of cheap perfume, Guangyou prefers the faint lemon fragrance left by the shampoo in the mournful hair.

Holding Xiaoai and smelling the delicate fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, Guangyou felt that his heart would calm down.

Rather than as it is now, wishing to be farther away from this woman, if Uncle Maori were here, he would have turned around and went back to the office.

It is better not to spray cheap perfume.

The girl with heavy makeup didn't say anything like "Can you stay away from me?", she glanced at a few people and left quickly.

"It turns out that Mrs. Zhujiao's sister is still a fortune teller." Hattori Heiji turned his head and glanced at the back of the woman with heavy makeup, and muttered to herself.

"Let's go." Guangyou pinched his nose, slapped his hand in the air, frowned and said, "Since the client said that there is no need to investigate, it is useless for us to stay here."

"Actually, I want to stay and take another look." Hattori Heiji glanced at Guangyou, then moved his gaze to the door of Zhujiao's house.

It was as if he could see through that door and see what was inside.

"I feel that auntie definitely has a problem." Hattori Heiji pinched his chin with his hand, recalling Zhujiao Ryoko's words, and said to Uncle Maori with a serious expression, "Uncle, or we will stay."

"I think Guangyou is right."

As a former police officer and now a private investigator, it would be inappropriate to conduct investigations and surveillance without the permission of the client.

If there is evidence that the other party does have a problem, it's okay to say that he can agree to stay and observe how things develop.

But now there is no evidence to prove that Zhujiaoliangzi has a problem.

"Let's go back first." Uncle Mori glanced at Hattori Heiji, who was still thinking, thinking he was thinking about how to tell Mr. Nanchuan about this.

After thinking about it for a while, Uncle Maori said, "It just so happens that I also know Mr. Nanchuan, and I will help you with him."

"I can go to the hospital to visit him later, and tell him about it by the way."

After hearing the words of Uncle Maori, Hattori Heiji was silent for a moment, and said, "Otherwise, I will stay here alone and you will go back first."

He knew what Guangyou and Uncle Maori thought, but his strong curiosity drove him to stay here.

"I don't think this is necessary." Uncle Mori looked at Hattori Heiji and said, "The client has already given up the request. In other words, the request has ended."

He could not leave Hattori Heiji here alone.

It was not that he was worried about Hattori Heiji being imprisoned like yesterday, but because Hattori Heiji was still a high school student.

Even if he is a famous high school detective, that is just a name.

If Zhujiao Ryoko finds Hattori Heiji is monitoring her, she can choose to call the police.

Even if Hattori Heiji knew people from the Metropolitan Police Department and could ask them to help prove it, or rely on the strength of his family to settle the matter, it would add a lot of trouble.

"Uncle, or I'll go back in the car first." Koyo looked at Hattori Heiji, who was still unwilling to leave like this, and proposed.

"It's not impossible." Uncle Maori was quite relieved to Guangyou, after thinking about it, he clicked and agreed.

Then, his gaze slowly moved to Conan and said, "Otherwise, please take Conan back with you."

"I want to stay too!" Conan said as soon as he heard Uncle Maori let him go back, "Uncle, I want to stay and see too."

"Children go and do things that children should do." Uncle Maori frowned and said, "And waiting here will be very boring, but there is nothing for you to play with."

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