Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

To be honest, the shop Tumei has the scent of women's makeup and a strange mixture of food and alcohol, but the fragrance is so strong that it suppresses the smell.

Even so, after sitting in the store for such a long time, everyone could feel that their noses were a little itchy, so what Mochizuki said just now was very controversial.

He said he came to buy a suit and stopped by Tumei to sit for a while. Not to mention how a president doesn't even have a secretary to run errands, if he really came for the suit, then how could he allow the butler to bring the suit into a store with such a strong smell.

"Who does Mr. Mochizuki chat with most often?"

No one told Sato Miwako this. Both Matsuda and the other two and Kudo Shinichi were waiting for the policewoman to ask more questions, which would make it easier for them to deduce whether Mochizuki was telling the truth or a lie.

"Master, Miss Tomoda knows him well."

The butler placed the paper bag containing the clothes on the sofa and sat down next to Wangyue. He took off his reading glasses and wiped them. His tone of voice sounded more like that of Wangyue's elder than that of a servant.

"Ms. Tomoda? She seems to be the most beautiful one..." Sato Miwako walked towards the girl who was sitting next to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of orange wine, poured a glass, and then walked over here.

"Hey, she looks like a minor..." Sato Miwako frowned and was about to give Miss Tomoda a lecture, but was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Well, Miss Tomoda is just an ordinary girl working here. She doesn't accompany the guests to drink. The customers are also very well behaved. They usually chat with her after ordering drinks."

"Would people who come here really be like this?" Conan expressed his disbelief.

"Oh really."

A woman passing by said to the crowd, "Youtian-chan works here to earn money for her university tuition because the store manager offers her a high salary."

"Huh! Is that true?" Ran Mouri felt sorry for Tomoda, but was interrupted by Conan when she opened her mouth to say something.

"She must have made up her mind and decided to work here for her dream. If Sister Xiaolan said something sympathetic to her, it would be more like an insult to her than comfort."

Sympathy is something like that, it's a way for people in a higher level to look down on people in a lower level, but in Conan's eyes, Miss Tomoda is not a person of a lower level. At least from these people he knows that this person has a bottom line and can support herself.

"It's much better than the stupid detective who causes trouble by eating his parents." Conan said to himself in a low voice.

"Hey, I didn't provoke you..." Kudo Shinichi punched Conan on the head and suddenly looked at his hand in shock.

[This feels so good! ]

No wonder the uncle can’t leave his head…

"Mr. Mochizuki, long time no see." Miss Tomoda looked at the many guests around Mochizuki with some surprise, and placed the glass of orange wine in front of Mochizuki.

"I asked the store manager to bring this in. I heard it's good for people with high blood pressure, but you can't drink too much. Just have one glass every time you come." Miss Tomoda smiled slightly. She was obviously wearing a bunny girl costume, but for some reason, people didn't feel that she was vulgar when they looked at her, as if there was no difference between a bunny girl costume and a formal dress.

"Oh, won't you give me a drink, Miss Tomoda?" The butler touched his beard.

"Of course, Mr. Shinjo."

Miss Tomoda was stunned for a moment, as if it was incredible that this person would ask her for wine.

"Since it's such a good thing, there's no reason not to drink it."

Seeing Mochizuki looking at him in confusion, Mr. Shinjo took off his glasses and wiped them again, but did not put them on after wiping them. Instead, he put them next to him.

"You don't wear it?"

Amuro Toru smiled and put the glasses that were about to fall down on the table: "Glasses are fragile things, so you have to be careful."

"Thank you."

Mr. Butler took out a glasses case from his chest and put the glasses in it: "Because the temperature in the store is too different from that outside, I don't like wearing glasses inside."

"Is it because the glasses are blurry? But just wipe them a few more times and it will be fine after the lenses adapt to the temperature." Conan took off his glasses.

"Maybe it's because the smell in here is too pungent. Glasses are very close to the nose, and it would be disgusting if the smell gets on them." The butler waved his hand in front of his nose, making no secret of the fact that he did not like this store.

"Mr. Xincheng, this is your wine."

"Thank you."

The old man tapped the order bell on the table and said, "Ms. Tomoda, please order yourself a glass of lemon soda. This will be my thank you gift."

"Thank you."

"Also, I think you should stay away from here. I feel like sneezing when I smell you."

"Xincheng! That's too much." Mr. Mochizuki couldn't help but speak.

The relationship between the master and the servant was not pleasant, and everyone at the table was certain of one thing: this butler was very annoying. (End of this chapter)