Chapter 1977: The Novelist's Invitation

On Saturday, August 11th, in the evening, Maori's house.

Maori and Conan came back at lunch time, but they were greeted by a very dissatisfied Lan. She stood at the entrance, looking at the big and small people outside the door with folded arms.

"One is that the cleaning has not started yet, and people slip away, and the other is that the cleaning is not finished, and they will not come back when they go out."

"Event event event, endless event."

As Lan spoke, he thought of Kudo Shinichi, who was completely out of home because of the incident, and immediately clenched his fists.

Maori and Conan were sweating profusely, and the pressure was really great. They couldn't help scratching the back of their heads and laughing together to relieve the atmosphere.

The two of them were thinking about how to explain it, and Lan Rang made the way back, "Continue cleaning tomorrow, you two, whoever dares not to participate, hehehe..."

Maori and Conan entered the door speechlessly, and took the time to mourn for tomorrow's self for three seconds. ...

The next day, Sunday 12 August, morning, Maori Detective Agency.

Conan was appointed by Lan as a caretaker to watch over Maori and not let him slip away.

Conan was sitting on the sofa, resting his chin and looking at Maori, who was sitting at his desk drawing.

Although I was curious about what Maori was painting, Conan didn't go to see it, I believe he could always see it.

After a while, Mao Li showed his children's paintings, saying that children may be taller, and children's paintings are better than this one.

Conan could barely make out that what Moori drew was a beckoning cat, with a fat body holding up, uh, two paws? What's this? Garfield?

Mao Li asked: "Hey, boy, have you ever seen such a lucky cat?"

Conan thought for a moment, "No."

"That's it," Mao Li pondered, "I also looked at it yesterday, and it seems that there is no such lucky cat on the market."

Conan couldn't help asking, "Why are both paws standing up?"

Maori said triumphantly: "Don't you understand? One paw attracts wealth, and the other paw attracts people. This is called gaining both wealth and wealth."

Conan froze for a moment, then fell down on the sofa, clutching his stomach and laughing loudly, "Ha..."

Maori was annoyed, "What's so funny, kid!"

Lan ran out, "What's the matter, this is?"

Maori said proudly: "Lan, look, this is the lucky cat I invented, wait until I apply for a shape patent..."

Conan was rolling with laughter, Maori thought a little too fast, right?

Lan was also dumbfounded. She didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, "Father, both paws are raised, isn't that a gesture of surrender? Who wants to worry like that!"

"Ah?" Mao Li squeezed out his little bean eyes, opened his mouth wide, and was dumbfounded.

Lan couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, don't think about those messy things, come on, get to work."

"Oh, oh." Maori crumpled his invention patent drawings in embarrassment, and then saw Conan lying on the sofa laughing and rubbing his belly, and then he shot a ball.

The target of the shot was naturally Conan's open mouth.

Unfortunately, he didn't win, but the ball of paper just hit Conan's nose, which made Conan so sore that he couldn't laugh, so he had achieved his goal.

Conan rubbed his nose and went to work honestly, let Maori take advantage of it, lest Maori would beat him up from embarrassment. ...

In the afternoon, Ginza, Yuchi Restaurant.

Mr. Takeju entertained Yano Kenji and rewarded him and his investment team.

On August 9, BNP Paribas broke out in a credit crisis due to the subprime mortgage problem, and the global market experienced huge fluctuations.

That is to say, in one day, from Europe to America to Asia, the world's major markets went through rounds, and he gained hundreds of millions of dollars.

The food and drinks are the most high-end, and there are the most high-end beauties next to everyone. One afternoon plus one night, at least it costs hundreds of millions of yen, but relatively speaking, it is not even one percent.

...

In the evening, Mei Dai Restaurant.

The three girls of Oda happily came to the last day of internship. The reason why they were happy was that last night they had the cheek to order today's supper, the beef sashimi feast of the fifth and twelfth grades, and they were looking forward to it.

The Oda three daughters greeted Miyamoto and his wife, Yamazaki Kazumi Daiko, the three sisters Tarhan, and Hondo Eisuke, and changed their clothes to work.

After finally staying up until closing time at night, it was time for supper.

The chilled beef sashimi, the beef slices that are thinner than paper, are not softened under the action of ice, and the pieces are put together into snowflakes. When you really look at it, you feel cool and refreshing!

When you eat it, it melts in your mouth, and the delicious coolness falls from your mouth to your stomach, and then spreads to your whole body, cooling down and relieving heat, refreshing!

It's hard to buy beef of the fifth and twelve grades, let alone a large amount, but I have prepared a lot today, enough for everyone to eat until they are full, cool!

As for whether the stomach can bear it and whether it will cause diarrhea, that is a matter for the future, and I don't think about it now.

What I'm thinking about now is to start eating and work hard! ...

Monday, August 13, morning, Maori Detective Agency.

Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke came to work and continued to sort out previous events.

Mao Li said: "By the way, I encountered another incident two days ago, the Lucky Cat incident, please record it."

The two protested that Maori did not notify them to participate in the Lucky Cat event, hoping that Maori could improve next time.

Maori agreed, but God only knows if he can remember. ...

Tuesday, August 14, afternoon, Maori Detective Agency.

Ran went to Sonoko's house, Conan went to Dr. Ari's house, Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke were sorting out the report on the beckoning cat incident, chatting and sorting out.

At this time, Mao Li, who had gone out to play, came back, not looking downcast as if he had lost everything, but happy as if he had a business.

Mao Li said: "You two clean up here, a client will come later."

"What's the matter?" Hondo Eisuke asked hastily.

"Stupid," Mao Li reprimanded angrily, "How do I know that? The client didn't tell me on the phone."

Hondo Yingyou shrank his neck in embarrassment, he really didn't expect it, no, he probably didn't think so much at all.

"Yamazaki, remember to prepare drinks."

"OK."

Mori left the words and went to the locker room to tidy up, and Yamazaki went to boil water to make coffee.

Ten minutes later, everything was ready and the client arrived.

A pretty lady in her thirties who claims to be the magazine editor Haruei Anabuki.

Yamazaki served coffee, and then stood aside with Hondo Eisuke.

"On behalf of the mystery novelist Mr. Masuki Moruguchi, I would like to extend an invitation to you, Mr. Mori," editor Qingrong asked, "Mr. Moruguchi hopes to meet with you this weekend to discuss some reasoning under the interview of a reporter from Literary Times Magazine." What do you think about the matter, Mr. Mori?"

"Magazine reporter?" Mao Li immediately became happy, "No problem, no problem at all, I agree."

Editor Haruei said: "Mr. Mori, I want to make it clear first. This meeting will start on Friday night. At that time, Mr. Moguchi will send someone to pick you up to his villa in Okutama."

"This meeting not only requires you to cooperate with Mr. Zhukou, but also without remuneration, but Mr. Zhukou will arrange for you and your two assistants to stay in his villa from Friday night to Saturday."

Maori nodded and said, "Yes, no problem."

Editor Qingrong secretly heaved a sigh of relief. After a lot of effort, he finally found a famous detective who was willing to cooperate without an appearance fee.

Editor Haruei explained some details, including the content of the meeting, as well as the media figures present at the meeting—reporter Kakuji Dejima and photographer Tarumizu Wataru, and then left.

Mao Li was very happy to see off the person. Recently, the office has no business at all. This time, if he can get the light of the magazine, it is equivalent to advertising.

Bentang Yingyou asked puzzledly: "Uncle doesn't even have one, why are you so happy to drive it?"

Mao Li blushed immediately, and he was ashamed. He simply put down his words and asked the two to clean up the room, while he slipped away first.

Hondo Eisuke turned his head to look at Yamazaki, who shrugged and did not speak.

It can't be said that the maintenance of Maori's detective agency, as well as Maori's monthly pocket money, all come from his internship fee.

Hondo Eisuke scratched his head, "By the way, maybe Uncle is a fan of Yoshiki Yoshiki, that's why he's so happy."

Yamazaki didn't answer. If Mori met Masuki Moroguchi, he would definitely pretend to be a fan. ...

Friday, August 17, evening, Maori Detective Agency.

The car of mystery novelist Masuki Moroguchi arrived, and Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke followed Mori into the car.

Conan looked upstairs and yawned. He was not interested in such boring interviews at all.

On the contrary, I was a little excited about staying at home with Lan. This is a rare two-person world. ...

In the evening, Okutama, Masuki's villa.

After Mori, Yamazaki, and Hondo Eisuke got out of the car, they saw the owner of the villa, Masuki Moroguchi, a fat man in his fifties.

He greeted him at the door, accompanied by editor Haruei, and what she said were interviewer Kakuji Dejima and cameraman Tarumui.

One of them is holding a palm-sized portable tape recorder, and the other is holding a camera, which are easy to identify.

"Ah, Mr. Maori, I'm really sorry that I didn't pick you up in person." Zhukou Yigui waved his hand, and as his hand waved, Maori was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes.

There was a shiny ring on Zhukou Yigui's finger, shining dazzlingly under the light.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhukou Yigui found the problem, put down his hand, and then showed the ring on his finger to Maoli proudly.

It was a diamond ring, set with many diamonds, but each one was very small.

Mao Li praised: "Wow, what a beautiful ring, the number of gemstones is amazing, are they all diamonds? This is the first time I have seen such a ring."

Zhukou Yigui smiled complacently: "As expected of a Maori detective, I recognized him at a glance."

"You're right, it's all diamonds."

"This ring is to commemorate the 100th book after becoming famous, and the specially customized ring has 100 engraved on the reverse side."

"look."

Yamazaki was speechless. Most likely, he deliberately used the ring to flash his eyes, and brought the topic to this diamond ring, hoping to get Maori's surprise and praise. It's really bad fun.

Zhukou Yigui turned his hand over, revealing the inside of the diamond ring with the number 100 engraved on it.

"Originally, 100 diamonds were set when it was made to order, but if this were the case, the ring would be as big as a tailor's thimble, so it was opposed."

Maori smiled, "Indeed."

Editor Qingrong hit the aid field, "Teacher, Mr. Mori came from afar..."

"Yes, Mr. Maori, please come in," Zhukou Yigui invited. ...