I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Forget it, maybe next time."

"What?"

"You'll know if you think about it. If you want to go to Osaka, you must tell your sister when you return. It's summer vacation now, so she will probably want to go with you. Even if you go to Kyoto after the vacation, you can't let your sister go back to Tokyo alone, right?"

Yukiko's analysis is well-reasoned.

"By the way, brother, have you ever seen a boy traveling with a member of the opposite sex and bringing his sister along?"

Oh, I’ve actually seen this, it happened in Izu, but the result was that the younger sister almost stabbed her sister-in-law...Serabel thought to herself.

"So let's do it next time, when it'll just be the two of us."

Yukiko said this and lowered her head again. Their lips and teeth were entangled for a long time before they separated. A silver thread was stretched in the air until it fell.

Just before she opened the car door handle, she pinched Serabelle's cheek again.

"Okay, sister, it's time to go back for dinner, so let's leave it at that for today."

"What about these sunscreen shields?"

Serabelle was startled and looked around the car. Every window, including the front and rear windshields, were covered with six sunscreens that were tightly attached to the ground.

"Well, I'll just put it in your car first." Yukiko nodded her lips and thought for a while, then blinked her eyes playfully, "Remember to hide it well, don't let your sister Mary find it~"

You put so much stuff in the car, I think you want to be discovered...

Serabelle was helpless.

But Yukiko had already left happily humming a little tune.

Half an hour later, when Serabelle returned to the Beihu Hotel, dinner was almost ready.

The first words that Akai Mary said when they met was when she just came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of beef brisket.

"Is there a traffic jam on the road?"

"Uh, just a little bit, okay..."

Serabelle answered subconsciously.

It was not until she finished speaking that he realized that Mary was asking whether there was a traffic jam on the road.

Fortunately, the latter did not dwell on it too much. He just said "Oh, so that's it" and turned back to the kitchen.

Serabelle quickly caught up and briefly told her that Mrs. Suzuki had invited her to Osaka.

Masumi Sera, who was helping out in the kitchen, was also there. After listening to this, Mary Akai thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"just go."

Then she looked at her daughter.

"It's summer vacation by then, Zhenchun, do you want to come with us?"

"I……"

The girl with tiger teeth hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head.

"I still can't."

Chapter 128: Something, but not much

Location: Suzuki Museum of Modern Art, Osaka.

As the saying goes, the summer is as hot as fire, and the dog days are the hottest time of the year.

Towards the end of the dog days of summer, the scorching sun was burning the earth like crazy, and the heat waves rising from the black asphalt road even caused a slight distortion.

A low engine sound came from far away, and a black stretched luxury car with the Suzuki Group logo printed on it quietly turned into the perimeter of the art museum along the edge of the lush green belt and stopped in front of the main entrance.

The back door of the car opened, and a leg in trousers stepped out of the car. The scorching heat from the ground surged up, penetrated through the socks and seeped into the skin, immediately causing Kogoro Mouri to complain unhappily.

"Really? When will this damn weather cool down? It feels so hot as soon as I go out."

The next second, the car stopped shaking slightly, and with the sound of the handbrake being pulled, the front driver's door opened and Masato Nishino, who had been acting as the driver all the way, got out.

That’s right, it was the secretary who had met Serabelle at the door of Suzuki Tomoko’s office on the cruise ship.

Hearing Kogoro Mori's complaints, he bowed slightly and smiled.

"Please don't worry. President Suzuki has arrived here early. The museum uses central air conditioning. It will be cool no matter where you go inside the museum."

"Did you hear that? If you want to enjoy the air conditioning, come out quickly..."

Following what Masato Nishino said, Kogoro Mouri turned around and looked at Conan and the others who were still moving one by one to get out of the car.

The back seat of the sedan was designed with double rows, so Serabelle was actually sitting opposite Kogoro Mori all the way from the high-speed rail station to the art museum.

He got out of the car second and said, "I think it's okay, but if you insist on going out fully armed with a suit and shirt like Uncle Maori, you will still feel hot even at this time next month."

There was nothing wrong with what he said in itself, and it was quite reasonable and well-founded, but Kogoro Mori just snorted in dissatisfaction.

"You kids don't understand, but a suit is a symbol of a mature man. It's the minimum respect for the work you do."

I think it's because I'm a social animal, so I'm pretty sure...

Serabelle thought.

At this moment, the sound of wind caused by the propeller stirring the air overhead was heard, and Kogoro Mouri subconsciously raised his head to take a look.

At this moment, more than three Osaka Metropolitan Police Department helicopters were hovering over the art museum, constantly monitoring the surrounding air and ground conditions.

In fact, it’s not just in the sky, it’s on the ground as well.

Just as they drove all the way here, from the street in front of the Suzuki Museum of Art to the main road in the green belt in front of the main entrance, there was a guard every three steps and a patrol every five steps.

The main goal is to make sure there is no omission.

"The defenses are really tight." exclaimed Kogoro Mori.

"Well, since we're going to fight Kaito Kidd, this level of security is normal."

Yuanzi, who was the last one to get off the bus, said with a smile.

"after all……"

The second half of the sentence had just been uttered when a voice very similar to Vegeta from Dragon Ball continued in a muffled voice.

"After all, he is a mysterious and elusive gentleman thief who can change his appearance freely. He can miraculously crack into any vault, no matter how heavily guarded it is or how solid it is. He can even imitate the appearance and voice of the enemy. He is truly a top-notch disguise expert."

???

Just as everyone was looking in the direction of the voice with a puzzled look in their heads, they saw a man on a motorcycle that had arrived almost at the same time as them take off his helmet, revealing a young but dark face that did not look like a Japanese at all. Also sitting in the back seat was an Osaka girl who looked to be a high school student.

"You've really met a tough opponent this time, right Kudo?"

He raised an eyebrow at Conan.

Hattori...

When his eyes fell on the face as black as the bottom of a pot, Conan's mouth twitched subconsciously.

Before he could say anything, Xiaolan stood in front of him and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Really? Why does Hattori always call Conan Kudo?"

"Yeah, yeah, this guy is so stupid. He's been mumbling about Kudo coming all morning, like a fool."

The Osaka girl sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle also complained.

Serabelle took the opportunity to kick Conan's heels, leaning in closer to lower her voice.

"Are you familiar with him?"

Conan also lowered his voice and replied: "Well, his name is Hattori Heiji, and he is a high school detective like me. His father is the chief of the Osaka Police Department and knows about me. And the one sitting in the back seat is his childhood sweetheart Toyama Kazuha."

It turns out he is the son of an official. No wonder no police stopped him along the way.

"Sorry, sorry, the main thing is that this kid's tone and eyes are very similar to Kudo." Hattori Heiji scratched his head and explained with a grin.

Now that everyone was present, the next natural step was to go upstairs. Secretary Masato Nishino quickly led Serabelle and the others into the art gallery.

Once inside the museum, security was even tighter and patrolling police could be seen almost everywhere.

This is the case on the first floor and the second floor, but when you reach the third floor, this phenomenon suddenly disappears.

Because there is only one office on the third floor, it extends a corridor outward from the central top floor of the second floor like the boom of a crane, and builds a circular office at the end of the "boom".

Serabelle couldn't imagine what kind of mental state the designer was in when he designed this building, but he did design it, and... it was surprisingly stable.

When I entered the office, there were already people inside. Apart from the couple Suzuki Shiro and Suzuki Tomoko, the others included but were not limited to - a short and fat old antique dealer who looked profit-driven, a burly Russian man with a deep voice, an idle photographer who was taking pictures everywhere with his camera, and a beautiful cheongsam-wearing beauty with a slim waist and long legs.

Yuanzi was obviously not very interested in these people, and he stretched out his hand to signal each of them in the order mentioned above.

"First of all, this is Mr. Gan Jiangyi, the antique dealer."

"And this is Mr. Siluofu Chinikov, the first clerk of the Russian Embassy."

"Then there's Mr. Ryu Kamikawa, a freelance photographer who applied to shoot the footage."

Three people had quickly been introduced by Sonoko, but except for the second clerk from the Russian Embassy who stood up and said "Please give me your advice" in Japanese, the rest were either indifferent or just nodded politely.

So she gestured to the last cheongsam beauty who was sitting on the sofa with her legs elegantly crossed.

"And the last one is Miss Pu Siqinglan, a scholar of the Romanov dynasty."

"Hello (nihao)."

It was somewhat unexpected that what Pu Siqinglan said was not any common greeting in Japanese, and it was not even a Japanese word at all.

Sonoko explained after a brief pause.

"By the way, Miss Pu Siqinglan is Chinese, so she greeted me in Chinese."

"Chinese? Chinese people rarely use three characters in their names, right?"

Serabelle was curious.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. Actually, Pu Si is my last name, and Qinglan is my first name." Pu Si Qinglan explained with a smile, "That's what is called a 'double surname' in Chinese surnames."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Serabelle said this, but couldn't help grinning in her heart.

He can be considered a former MI6 agent. Even though he has an external brain in Akai Mary, he is still limited by his profession, which requires him to have some understanding of cultures around the world.

For example, it is true that the surname Pu is among the Hundred Family Surnames in China, but to say that the surname is Pu Si is complete nonsense.

I do understand a little bit of Chinese culture, but not much.

Chapter 129 Mrs. Suzuki’s Trust

After all, it is just an office and not a dedicated reception room, and the reception area in the circular room only occupies a very small part of the total area.

It's okay to entertain a small group of people, but if two groups come together, it will seem a bit crowded.

Especially when he saw Sonoko coming with Serabelle and others, the tone of the art and antique dealer named Gan Jiangyi became obviously much more anxious.

He stood up from the sofa and walked towards Suzuki Shiro: "President, based on the current situation, the price of the Egg of Memory should be around 800 million yen, but if you are willing to sell it to me, I can offer a higher price."

After saying this, the old man raised his chin slightly, a confident smile on his face, as if he felt that he had just put forward a very powerful condition.

Hearing this, the big Russian man next to him could no longer sit still. He leaned forward with his strong body, almost blocking Gan Jiang behind him.

"President Suzuki, the Egg of Memory belongs to us Russians. Instead of selling it to such a short-sighted profiteer, why not donate it to our Russian Embassy?"

"What? You dare to say I have no taste?"

Gan Jiang's expression changed and he turned around to confront the latter.

Donate...

Noticing the wording, Serabelle shook her head inwardly.

Not to mention that according to the information given by Sonoko, this Egg of Memories should be a secret treasure from the Tsarist era. Even if it is really a national treasure of Russia, the fact that it ended up in Japan was either stolen or robbed. What's more, it is in the hands of the Suzuki Zaibatsu, the second largest zaibatsu in Japan. If you really want to take it back, you can just buy it directly.

Eight hundred million yen is less than five hundred million rubles. Moreover, the bidding is funded by national funds. It doesn't mean that we can't beat a private antique dealer, right?

Proposing a donation can almost be regarded as an excuse for asking for free money. To put it bluntly, either someone in the Russian Embassy in Japan took a fancy to this thing, or the first-class clerk himself took a fancy to it and wanted to get it for free by claiming the interests of his country.

I guess even if the Suzuki Foundation really donated it out of kindness, what would end up in the National Museum would only be a replica, and the real thing would most likely end up in someone's pocket.