The sixth man of Conan's police academy

Chapter 228 Those familiar eyebrows
"It's a long ball, keep going! It's a triple hit! The air-to-air team's No. [-] wood player finally brought the good news to the stadium in the heavy rain!!"

Passionate shouts of explanation came from the TV, and Tomizawa Tetsuji also said excitedly: "Well done!"

Tomizawa Yuzo turned around and said with a smile: "Father, are you a fan of Kagoshima Air-to-Air?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"But there's no need for you to come here and keep watching."

"There's nothing I can do about it. The satellite transmission in our villa can't receive signals yet." Tomizawa Tetsuji said a little aggrievedly. He also wanted to get in bed and watch the game after a comfortable bath.

The voice of the commentator came from the TV: "The attack is out. The game has entered the second half of the sixth round, and the air-to-air team continues to attack!"

Just when Tetsuji Tomizawa nodded with satisfaction, the commentator who received the news couldn't help but said: "The game must be temporarily suspended. The time has entered nine o'clock sharp. This station will broadcast 5 minutes of news for you."

"Ok?"

Just as he was watching the news, he suddenly interrupted the news about Typhoon No. [-]. Tetsuji Tomizawa was like an old child who was suddenly robbed of his toys, with his bushy eyebrows so angry that he tap danced up and down.

"Is it already nine o'clock in the sixth round?" Tomizawa Yuzo asked. It was obvious that he also had a certain understanding of baseball.

Ritsu Sasashima glanced at the time on his watch and explained: "It rained a few times due to the typhoon, and the game was interrupted several times, so the time was extended."

Suzuki Ayako walked in pushing a small dining cart with various cut fruits and cherry juice for sleeping.

"Ayako, do you have a radio here?"

"Uncle, this game was not broadcast on the radio." Kudo Shinichi, who was flipping through the newspaper, replied, obviously seeing through Tomizawa Tetsuji's thoughts.

Suzuki Ayako smiled and picked up a glass of cherry juice, handed it to him and comforted him: "Don't be so anxious, uncle, drink a glass of cherry juice first, there are still a lot of fruits here."

"Haha, thank you so much, Ayako." Tetsuji Tomizawa looked back at his youngest son, and said with emotion, "You are really lucky, Yuzo, compared to my other two sons."

Perhaps thinking of something unpleasant, Tetsuji Tomizawa rambled: "My eldest son Taiyi insisted on becoming a novelist and refused to inherit my mantle. He is still single. Although the second son Tatsuji has worked in the company , but I don’t know who is secretly engaged to a woman of unknown origin!”

Tomizawa Yuzo's face froze, he lowered his head and retorted: "Okay...Father, don't speak ill of my brothers anymore."

"Hmph!" Tetsuji Tomizawa dissatisfied: "You are not good, Yuzo, you know how to paint those useless paintings and play with those useless paints all day long!"

Tomizawa Yuzo clenched his fists and stood up. He really didn't want to hear these words from his father.

"Xiong San, you..."

"Ayako, I'm going to the studio first... because I still have an illustration to finish, and it will be finished soon."

Noticing Ayako's worried eyes, he stepped forward and softly comforted her: "Don't worry, I've long been used to my father's scolding. I'll be fine."

"Well, you should go to bed early."

"Ok."

Tetsuji Tomizawa knew that his preaching made his youngest son uncomfortable, so he said with a straight face: "If Yuzo is not so stubborn and obediently goes to work in the company, I will definitely give him a good seat."

Parents naturally hope that their children can inherit their mantle, especially when it comes to a large consortium like Tomize.After all, the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders. Tetsuji Tomizawa shook his head and sighed helplessly. He is not young anymore. If it weren't for the fact that these three sons have no intention of inheriting, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

Ritsu Sasashima caught a glimpse of the baseball game that was being played again, and cleverly changed the subject with a voice, which made the somewhat heavy atmosphere better.

"Mr. Tomizawa, the game has started again. Why don't we make a bet... Will there be a home run in the next game?"

"Oh? Okay, hahaha! Onizawa, do you know baseball too?"

"Well, I played baseball when I was in school."

"Oh? Which team do you belong to? Which position do you mainly play?" It was obvious that Tetsuji Tomizawa was talking about a topic that he was interested in, and he quickly forgot the little unpleasantness just now.

"I played when I was studying abroad, and I was a pitcher."

"Pitcher, haha, I met a lot of great pitchers when I was playing baseball."

The old man and the young man started talking, and Kudo Shinichi, who didn't know much about baseball, couldn't get in the conversation at all. He had to rest his hands on his chin and watch the ball game on the TV together. As he watched... he felt a little sleepy.

"Goodbye home run, nine to eight! The overtime entered the second half of the eleventh inning, and the air-to-air team ended this close game!"

"Okay! Long live! Mr. Onizawa, it seems that you have won this bet. Is there anything you want? I can buy it for you."

Ritsu Sasashima didn't expect that he would be so lucky that he would hit a home run at the end. He seemed to always use his luck in useless ways.He shook his head and refused: "Mr. Tomizawa, this is just a gamble without stakes. I am a policeman."

"Hahaha! Okay! It's rare to find a good policeman like you nowadays!" Tetsuji Tomizawa stood up and looked at the time on his watch and said, "It's getting late. I'm going back to the villa first. You guys should go to bed early. .”

After getting up and coming to the door of the villa, Tetsuji Tomizawa held an umbrella and smiled and said: "Miss Ayako, I will bring my three sons over for a visit tomorrow. Thank you for your hospitality today."

"This is all as it should be. See you tomorrow, uncle."

Watching Tomizawa Tetsuji walking towards his villa in the thunderstorm, Kudo Shinichi yawned and said tiredly: "Well, I'm really sleepy...Uncle Tomizawa's spirit is really good."

"That's because I met something I like." Ritsu Sasashima replied with a chuckle.

"Yes, if it were a crime scene, I wouldn't feel sleepy at all."

"..."

Everyone helplessly looked at Kudo Shinichi who yawned twice again. Can't this guy say something nice?It's impossible to feel sleepy in an environment like a crime scene, okay?

Suzuki Ayako smiled and said: "It's getting late, let's go to bed early. Mr. Kudo and Mr. Onizawa, please come with me. Since the guest room has not been cleaned, can you two sleep in the same room?"

"Well! Yes!"

Ritsu Sasashima wanted to refuse, but because he was in someone else's house, he had no choice but to agree. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Kudo. Could this guy still remember the "bedtime story" he was forced to tell?

When, when, when.

When passing by the promenade, the retro vertical pendulum made a sound.

Suzuki Ayako looked at the time displayed on the clock and said in surprise: "Ah, it's already 11:30? We have to clean up the mess in the living room quickly."

However, just as she finished speaking, there was a crash of thunder outside, and all the lights in the room were instantly extinguished, plunging her into darkness so deep that she couldn't even see her fingers.

"power cut?"

"It seems so." Suzuki Sonoko walked to the window and pointed outside and said, "Look, Uncle Tomizawa's villa has no lights at all. It must be because of the power outage in the entire area caused by thunder."

hole--

Between thunder and thunder, lightning flashed, briefly illuminating everyone's sight.

"Huh? Look, there seems to be someone there?"

"Who is that man? What is he doing?"

Just subconsciously looking out the window, Kudo Shinichi's expression suddenly changed, and he said loudly: "Sonoko, Xiaolan! Get out of the way!!"

The man wearing a beige wool hat and a mask on his face turned his head and looked at the people in front of the window.

The familiar eyebrows and the splatters of blood on his face all announced that this was a sleepless night.

(End of this chapter)