Conan's Unscientific Detective

Men can be wronged, but you can't call me a coward!

Of course, Kyogoku is not a brainless fool.

One thing is that he is looked down upon by the girl he likes, and another thing comes from the man named Fujino.

In his perception, the man named Fujino was constantly exuding an aura. Although that aura was indescribable, it always made people feel a little panicked, and even a hint of despair and coldness could be felt from it.

Kyogoku has encountered enemies with similar aura overseas, and they are all scary guys.

But in comparison, the sense of oppression is not as strong as that of this man named Fujino...

From these auras, he also concluded a rule. The stronger the oppressive feeling of the aura, the stronger the person who exudes the aura will be.

Obviously, this man named Fujino must be stronger than those people!

This ignited his little universe as a fighter!

…………

The time comes in the afternoon.

Fujino drove and took a group of people to the nearby potter's villa.

The villa of potter Kikuemon covers a large area and is in a traditional Japanese style with a retro feel.

Although not as big as a certain eldest lady in Kyoto.

But it's pretty good too.

"Mr. Fujino, are you here?"

Fujino was the last one to get out of the car. As soon as he got out of the cab and closed the door, he heard a sound from behind him.

Looking along the sound, it was the somewhat rich-looking Masuko Tsuchiya who was walking towards here carrying two large shopping bags.

"We meet again, Miss Tsuchiya."

Fujino said hello: "I came here with my friends this time. Is it okay to bring them over for a visit?"

"It doesn't matter, it will be more lively when there are more people!"

Masuko Tsuchiya glanced at the two female high school students behind Fujino, as well as the combination of two elementary school students, a boy and a girl, and chuckled, saying it didn't matter.

After all, you are traveling here with your companions, so you can’t separate yourself from your companions and come here alone, right?

Under the leadership of Masuko Tsuchiya, everyone entered the villa.

There are no exaggerated decorations in the villa, just flat grass. The Japanese-style main house is built on the left side, and a huge warehouse is on the right side.

"Dad, look who I brought back!"

Tsuchiya Masuko opened the sliding door of the main room and greeted inside.

Inside the door is a tatami living room.

There is a brown solid wood floor table in the middle of the living room, surrounded by blue and white sliding doors. On both sides of the entrance to the room, there are two huge wooden display cabinets with various items on them. of pottery.

Behind the table right in front of the entrance, there was an old man wearing a brown kimono.

The old man's head was even balder than Dr. Agasa's. The gray beard on his chin even fell to his chest, and his eyebrows and beard were frighteningly thick.

"come yet?"

Kikuemon raised his eyes and looked at everyone with narrowed eyes.

"It's a coincidence that I met them at the door of my house."

Masuko Tsuchiya carried the shopping bag in her hand and walked towards the sliding door at the back of the living room: "I'll go to the kitchen to put down my things first, and make tea while I'm at it. You guys will wait a moment."

At this time, Kikuemon suddenly reminded: "Don't forget to take out the set of teacups I use to entertain distinguished guests."

"understand!"

…………

Wait until Tsuchiya Masuko leaves.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became much quieter.

There are several high school students, elementary school students, and an old man who is nearly eighty years old. To be honest, it is really difficult to find a common topic.

It is estimated that the combined age of several people may not necessarily be older than the old man.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Kikuemon, the ceramics on these shelves are all your works, right?"

Sonoko kept scanning the room, and finally fixed his gaze on the shelf behind him: "I remember that celadon cup from the Bamboo Maru series, right?"

"Yes, the little girl is very discerning."

Kikuemon took up the topic and responded: "These are the works that I think I like better, so I kept them for myself."

"Really……"

Conan turned around, glanced at the pottery on the shelves, and narrowed his eyes.

Aren't they just some plain-looking clay pots?

As for collecting it?

Fujino followed and glanced at the shelves.

Combined with his memory, he recognized many pieces of pottery at a glance.

Basically, the starting price of each item is over one million, and he estimates that this large number of items are worth several hundred million.

Sure enough, precious collectible handicrafts like this are huge profits...

Kikuemon retracted his gaze, looked at Fujino with a serious expression, and suddenly said: "But speaking of which, Detective Fujino, you have been too slack in your recent case."

"Slouch?"

"Yes."

Kikuemon crossed his hands on his chest and said seriously: "The frequency of cases you have encountered recently is too few compared to before, and during the process of the case, the handling methods were not perfect."

"For example, take the previous Tokyo Tower bombing case. From what I learned from the news, it should be that when you cooperated with the police to arrest you, the gangsters escaped. Although you were caught in the end, you were still captured by that rice flower. Batman was robbed... and was finally blown to death in a warehouse in the suburbs of Tokyo. There was also the case of the rice flower post office, the case of the missing daughter of Ryukyu... the serial murder case of homeless people... and the murder case of a subway team fan... "

The old man spoke in a dense manner, waving his fingers in analysis, telling almost all the cases that had been reported on him, and also gave his personal opinions.

Fujino just listened with a confused face, but when he looked at the little old man, his eyes gradually showed a hint of respect.

This little old man may look like a black guy, but he is actually a true fan!

There is a saying, at such an old age, he actually remembers the case more clearly than he does himself. He should take notes at all times, right?

One glance at the thimble and I was identified as a True Love Grandpa fan!

(End of this chapter)

688. Chapter 681: You can choose what to give as a gift. People should be able to choose, right?

Chapter 681 People should be able to choose what they choose to give as gifts, right?

"Okay, dad, stop joking!"

At this time, Masuko Tsuchiya returned to the living room with a tray: "Detective Fujino already knows that you are a detective fan of Detective Fujino!"

Kikuemon couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyebrows: "Did you say that?!"

"Yes."

Tsuchiya Masuko placed the tea cup on the table: "I already said it when I invited you yesterday."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask."

"..."

Just when the old man was being fucked speechless by his daughter-in-law, two heads suddenly popped out of the sliding door outside the living room and said unexpectedly: "Hey, is that famous high school detective really here?"

"Yeah, it looks exactly like the one in the newspaper."

"The rumors are correct, the eyes are indeed black!"

"Of course it's black!"

Kikuemon calmed down and stopped pretending. He looked at the two people outside the door and shouted seriously: "A representative classic black suit, and black pupils like a pitch-black star, otherwise Fujino Why is the detective called BLACK?"

Fujino: "..."

So can we not mention the nickname?

Inexplicably, it reminded him of the Earth Lady Team.

I also made up metaphors.

Maori is so angry...

"By the way, Detective Fujino, let me introduce you..."

Kikuemon turned around and introduced the two heads.

Among them, the one with a square head is named Seto Ryuichi, and the one with an armor-shaped head is named Arita Yoshihiko.

These two heads are his disciples and are now learning pottery making techniques from him.

I also specifically mentioned that Yoshihiko Arita has made rapid progress recently, and Ryuichi Seto seems to have encountered a bottleneck in making pottery recently...

Fujino didn't understand. The introducer just introduced the person, so why did he need to talk about the recent study progress of the two people.

He just thought that the two of them learning pottery had nothing to do with him...

Is it possible that this old man still wants him to become a student?

"Come on Seto."

Tsuchiya Masuko chuckled and encouraged Seto Ryuichi: "People say that the name of the sixth generation [Kikuemon] will be passed down to you. If you don't work hard, you will live up to everyone's expectations." oh."

"I understand, Miss Masuko."

Seto Takashi nodded, and then changed the topic: "But speaking of which, which piece of pottery did Detective Fujino choose?"

"Don't be too impatient. I haven't told him about it yet."

Kikuemon chuckled lightly, and then said to Fujino: "That's it, Detective Fujino, it's rare for you to come to my place as a guest, and I don't have any gifts to give you. After thinking about it, I will I thought of giving you one of my excellent collections.”

As he said that, he glanced around at the pottery in the room: "You can choose the things in this room. As long as you like it, just take it!"

Masuko Tsuchiya, who was next to her, echoed: "By the way, everything in this room costs no less than a million!"

"???"

Fujino silently typed a series of question marks and glanced at Sonoko beside him in confusion.

No, Yuanzi, have you stolen my account?

How come you stole my great prophecy skill?

"???"

Yuanzi was also full of questions at this time, and his eyes were full of ignorance full of wisdom.

She just mentioned it casually and really gave it away?

"Eh?!"

Unlike the two people who were confused, Xiaolan couldn't help but be surprised: "Not less than a million?!"

Haiyuan Ai, on the other hand, clenched his chin and glanced at the bottles and jars on the shelf in disbelief.

Although she knew that pottery was valuable, she didn't think there was anything special about these things...

Can you actually exchange one for several Fusha painted bags?

But it is pottery after all...it should be this price.

"Well..."

Fujino picked up the black tea cup in his hand and took a sip of the warm tea. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a bit too expensive. I'm just here to sit here. I don't get reward for no work..."

"Wherever there is, I just make it myself. It's just a little more expensive to sell it."

Kikuemon waved his hand: "But if you must say so, then Detective Fujino, you can give me an autographed business card..."

"Snapped!"