Detective Conan: Birth of the Demon Child

"Really? I'm so happy."

As Kasama Kikuyo finished speaking, she gently grabbed Mino Motoo's neck with both hands and teased with a smile, "Then would you die for the money I owe?"

Mino Muneko, who had been standing at the warehouse entrance for some time, heard the conversation between the adulterous couple inside and trembled with rage, involuntarily clenching his fists.

If Mino Motoo truly loved his daughter, even if he remarried after her death, Mino Muneko wouldn't blame him.

But Mino Muneko could never forgive him. This bastard cheated on her while her daughter was still alive, and drove her to suicide because she couldn't bear the shock.

"Click!"

Mino Muneko slowly opened the warehouse door, startling the laughing couple into an abrupt halt.

"Teacher... teacher..."

Upon seeing Mino Muneko suddenly appear, Kasama Kikuyo felt a pang of guilt, fearing that he had overheard their conversation.

Although Mino Muneko wished she could strangle the two despicable people in front of her with her own hands, she remained outwardly calm and said, "Kikushiro, I'm going to check on the brothel now. I'll leave the students to you to look after for now."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Kikuyo Kasama secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the warehouse.

After Kikuyo Kasama left, Muneko Mino picked up a tie and said meaningfully, "Motoo, is this a new tie you bought?"

Chapter 298 The Net Organization Has Grown Stronger Again (First Update, Please Vote)

"That tie was a birthday present Kikuyo gave me yesterday, but to be honest, I'm not really suited to wearing a beige tie."

Mino Motoo was oblivious to Mino Soko's murderous intent. He continued adjusting his apron without turning his head and spoke.

"Really? But I think this gift would actually suit you very well!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Mino Motoo's back was turned and he was completely unprepared, Mino Muneko suddenly grabbed both sides of the tie and used it to strangle his neck.

"Crack crack crack..."

Just as Mino Motoo was about to be strangled to death, a large hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed Mino Muneko's arm.

"Who are you?!"

Upon seeing Aizen appear in the warehouse, Mino Muneko's expression changed drastically.

Just as Mino Muneko thought Aizen was going to stop her from killing, Aizen suddenly revealed a gentle smile and said, "Mr. Mino, it's better to leave killing to professionals. You should keep these hands for pottery!"

"Crack!"

As soon as Aizen finished speaking, he raised his right hand and swung it, delivering a heavy chop to Mino Motoo's neck, instantly stopping his struggle.

"Ding! Congratulations on successfully signing in to Mino Motoo. You are rewarded with two years of [Lifespan]. You can claim it at any time."

"you you……"

Mino Muneko was startled and subconsciously released Mino Motoo from her grasp, her eyes filled with apprehension as she looked at Aizen.

Although Mino Muneko dreamed of killing Mino Motoo, he really couldn't understand Aizen's intentions and had no idea what awaited him next.

"Mr. Mino, you don't need to be nervous. I just want to make a deal with you!"

"trade?"

“That’s right! I want to invite you to join the Luo Wang organization. Joining this organization will not affect your daily life. You just need to serve me when I give orders.”

Aizen stopped mid-sentence, then abruptly changed the subject, saying, "As payment for your service to me, I will help you eliminate all the lingering consequences of today's events."

o(?Д?)っ!

Under Mino Muneko's astonished gaze, Aizen took a white tablecloth from his pocket, gently covered Mino Motoo's corpse, and then his body disappeared.

"..."

Mino Muneko was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I accept your invitation."

Although Aizen acted very gently, judging from the way he killed Mino Motoo just now, Mino Sonoko could be certain that he was a professional assassin.

Faced with this invitation from a professional assassin, Mino Muneko had no choice but to accept.

Otherwise, if Aizen were to be angered, not to mention the possibility of Mino Soji's life being in danger, the fact that he was in the same room as Mino Motoo's corpse would be enough to leave him speechless.

Compared to going to jail for murder, Mino Muneko felt that joining the Raikou organization was a better option, since the outcome couldn't be any worse.

“Mr. Mino, congratulations on making a wise choice. I shall take my leave now.”

Aizen raised his right hand and placed it on his chest, bowed slightly to Mino no Muneko, and then vanished into thin air before him.

!!!

Upon seeing this, Mino Muneko's pupils suddenly contracted, and she became even more wary of Aizen, the little thought that had just arisen in her mind instantly dissipating.

The reason why Suzuki Seimei had Aizen personally invite Mino Muneko to join the Luo Wang organization was not because he really valued him, but more because he hated scum like Mino Motoo.

The conversation between Mino Motoo and Kasama Kikuyo did not escape Suzuki Seimei's ears.

If it weren't for the fact that Mino Motoo was so disgusting, Suzuki Seimei would at most have stopped Mino Muneko from killing people, instead of letting Aizen kill him directly.

call--

Mino Muneko took a deep breath, composed herself, and tried to act as if nothing had happened before quietly walking out of the warehouse.

Since Mino Motoo's body has already been taken away by Aizen, even if the police come to investigate, it can only be considered a missing person case at most.

Moreover, under the guidance of Mino Muneko, Mino Motoo also purchased a huge insurance policy, with Kasama Kikuyo listed as the beneficiary.

Even if the police suspect that Mino Motoo met with some mishap, they would definitely suspect Kasama Kikuyo, not the poor old woman Mino Muneko.

(￣︶￣)

Having avenged her great grudge, Mino Muneko couldn't help but smile happily as she watched her students making pottery.

Noticing Mino Muneko's genuine smile, Kasama Kikuyo couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you seem to be in a very good mood today!"

"Yes!"

A hint of amusement flashed in Mino Muneko's eyes. She smiled and nodded, saying, "Seeing how talented these children are, I feel that there are successors to carry on the legacy. I'm even happier than if I had won a pottery award myself."

Kikuyo Kasama was unaware that Motoo Mino was dead, and she did not doubt Mino Muneko's explanation. Instead, she nodded in agreement.

More than half an hour later, when Mino Motoo still hadn't appeared, Kasama Kikuyo realized that something was wrong.

When Kikuyo Kasama asked Muneko Mino about this, Muneko Mino brushed it off with the excuse that he had something else to do.

Kikuyo Kasama had no doubts about the explanation given by Muneko Mino.

After all, Mino Motoo isn't a child. It's perfectly normal for him not to see anyone for more than half an hour, or even for several days.

Therefore, there were no additional incidents until the end of today's pottery class.

After applying a simple glaze to the clay cups they had made, everyone sent them to the kiln and left the pottery classroom full of anticipation.

The process of making the clay cup is simple, but firing it takes quite a bit of time, so Suzuki Seimei and the others will have to wait until their next class to see their creations.

To Suzuki Seimei's surprise, Ai Haibara developed a very strong interest in pottery.

Perhaps because Ai Haibara had never played with mud when she was a child, today's pottery class felt like opening a new door for her.

While making the clay cup, Ai Haibara was very serious and asked Mino Muneko some rather technical questions.

Furthermore, Ai Haibara privately told Seimei Suzuki that when she came to the pottery class next time, she would make a ceramic bear doll based on the Black Whirlwind.

Seeing that Ai Haibara was so interested in pottery, Haruaki Suzuki was somewhat surprised, but he still sincerely expressed his support for her.

Chapter 299 I'm Most Sensitive to the Scent of Traitors (Second Update, Please Vote)

Nightfall

A high-end restaurant

"Big brother, did you see that?"

Looking at the president's business card in his hand, Vodka couldn't help but laugh: "That client who just went back was so happy. He doesn't know that this day next year will be the anniversary of his death."

"..."

Gin, dressed in black, ignored Vodka's words and instead quietly watched the stage while smoking a cigarette.

"Big brother?"

When Vodka saw that Gin didn't respond to him, he subconsciously followed Gin's gaze and looked towards the stage.

A beautiful woman wearing a light purple evening gown, with bronze skin and a blonde ponytail, slowly walked onto the stage.

"Oh!"

Vodka looked enlightened and said with a smile, "Brother, you're watching that female singer, aren't you?"

Her voice was always so captivating, and she was also incredibly beautiful. So that's what my brother likes!

"Da da da……"

As soon as Vodka finished speaking, a tall male bartender came over with a tray and placed two glasses of liquor on their table.

Amidst the vodka's somewhat bewildered gaze, the male bartender glanced at the beautiful singer on stage and said with a smile, "This is a bitter martini; it was the singer who treated you both."

"Since it was invited by that beautiful lady, we really should give her face."

Upon hearing this, Vodka, the simpleton, didn't doubt the bartender's words at all. He picked up the glass in front of him and prepared to bring it to his lips.

sizzle...

Gin suddenly exhaled the cigarette from his mouth, stubbed it out in the vodka's glass, and glared at the bartender with hostility.

From the moment that beautiful singer appeared, Gin's gaze never left her, and he never saw her speak to the bartender in the audience, so there must be something wrong with that bartender.

A cold glint flashed in Gin's eyes as he asked icily, "What do you want to do?"

"what?"

"I'm asking you what your purpose is, don't you understand?"

Gin suddenly reached out his right hand, grabbed the bartender's hair, and slammed his head onto the table. Then, with his left hand, he pulled out an ice pick from the barrel and stabbed it mercilessly toward the bartender's temple.