Saturday, August 11, at night, Maori.

Maori and Conan came back at mealtime, but Lan, who greeted them, was very dissatisfied. She stood in the entrance hall, holding her arms and looking at the big and small outside the door.

"One is that the cleaning has not started, and the people have escaped. The other is that the cleaning has not been completed and they will not come back when they go out."

"Event events, endless events."

Ran said that, thinking of Shinichi Kudo, who was completely out of home for the incident, immediately pinched his fist and clattered.

Maori and Conan were sweating profusely, and the pressure was really great. They couldn't help but scratch the back of their heads and laughed to relieve the atmosphere.

The two of them were thinking about how to explain, Lan made Kailu back, "Continue cleaning tomorrow. If you two dare not participate, hum..."

Maori and Conan entered the door speechlessly, taking time to observe a three-second silence for tomorrow's self...

The next day, Sunday, August 12, the morning of Maori Detective Office.

Conan was appointed as the guardian by Lan to take care of Maori and prevent him from leaving.

Conan sat on the sofa, holding his chin and looking at Maori, watching Maori paint at his desk.

Although I was curious about what Maori was drawing, Conan didn't look at it, and I believe he could always see it.

A moment later, Maori showed his children's paintings, saying that children may be higher, and the best among children's paintings will definitely be better than this one.

Conan barely recognized that Maori was painting a lucky cat, with a fat body holding it, uh, two paws? What is this? Garfield?

Maori asked, "Hey, boy, have you ever seen such a lucky cat?"

Conan thought for a moment, "No."

"That's it," Maori thought, "I saw it yesterday, and there seems to be no such lucky cat on the market."

Conan couldn't help asking, "Why are both paws standing up?"

Maori said proudly: "I don't understand this, right? One claw brings wealth, and the other claw brings people. This is called both wealth and wealth."

Conan was stunned for a moment, fell on the sofa, covered his stomach and laughed, "Ha..."

Maori was annoyed, "What's so funny, little dear!"

Lan ran out, "What's wrong, is this?"

Maori said proudly: "Lan, look, this is the lucky cat I invented. Wait for me to apply for a patent for appearance..."

Conan immediately rolled in laughter. Maori was thinking too quickly, right?

Lan was also stunned. She didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. "Dad, both paws are raised. Isn't that just surrender? Who wants that kind of worry!"

"Ah?" Maori squeezed out the little bean's eyes, opened his mouth wide, and was stunned.

Lan was so amused and crying, "Okay, don't think about those messy things, come and do your job."

"Oh, oh." Maori was so embarrassed that he crumpled his invention patent drawings into a ball, and then saw Conan lying on the sofa and rubbing his stomach with a smile, then he made a shot.

The shooting target is naturally Conan's open mouth.

Unfortunately, it was not hit, but the paper ball hit Conan's nose, making Conan so sore that he couldn't laugh, which was considered to have achieved his goal.

Conan rubbed his nose and went to work honestly, so that he could take advantage of the gross profit, so as not to beat him up with shame...

In the afternoon, Ginza, Yuchi Material Pavilion.

Mr. Takeyu invited Kenji Yano to treat him and his investment team to the banquet.

On August 9, BNP Paribas in Fai's country broke out in a credit crisis due to the problem of subprime mortgage loans, and the global market fluctuated greatly.

In just one day, from Europe to America and Asia, major markets around the world have been circulating, earning him hundreds of millions of dollars.

The wine and food are the highest-end ones, and there are also the highest-end beauties next to everyone. It costs at least hundreds of millions of yen to add one night in the afternoon, but relatively speaking, there is no 1%...

At night, Meadai Restaurant.

The third girl of Oda happily came to the last day of internship. The reason why she was happy was that she ordered today's midnight snack last night and a fifth-grade 12-level beef sashimi dinner, looking forward to it.

The three daughters of Oda and Miyamoto, Yamazaki and Midako, the three sisters of Tarhan, and Eiyu Hondo all said hello and changed their clothes to work.

I finally stayed up until the night closed and entered the midnight snack time.

The iced beef sashimi, the beef slices thinner than paper, did not become soft under the influence of ice, and piece by piece into snowflakes. It really makes you feel cool and refreshed when you look at it!

When you eat it, it melts in your mouth. The delicious coolness falls from your mouth to your stomach, and then spreads to your whole body, cooling down and cooling down, and it’s cool!

Fifth-level 12-level beef is hard to buy, let alone a large amount of it. However, I prepared a lot today, enough to keep everyone open and eat until they are full, which is great!

As for whether the stomach and intestines can bear it and whether it will have diarrhea, that is something that will happen in the future, and I won’t consider it now.

What I am considering now is to start eating and eat hard!…

Monday, August 13, Maori Detective Office.

Yamazaki and Hondo Eiyu came to work and continued to sort out previous incidents.

Maori said: "By the way, I encountered another incident two days ago, the lucky cat incident, you can record it."

The two protested against Maori's failure to inform them of participating in the Chaocao incident, hoping that Maori could improve next time.

Maori agreed. As for whether he could remember it, it was God knows...

Tuesday, August 14, on the afternoon of Maori Detective Office.

Ran went to Yuanzi's house, Conan went to Dr. Agasa's house, and Yamazaki and Eiyu Moto were sorting out the report on the Qiucao incident, chatting while sorting out.

At this time, Maori who went out to play rushed back. He didn't look like he was dejected and happy when he lost all his money.

Maori said: "You two clean up the place and a client will come later."

"What is the incident?" Bendo Eiyou asked quickly.

"Idiot," Maori said in annoyance, "How do I know this? The client didn't say it on the phone."

Eiyu Bendo shrank his neck awkwardly. He really didn't expect that, no, he probably didn't think about it so much.

"Yamazaki, remember to prepare the drink."

"OK."

Maori said that, and went to the locker room to tidy up his face. Yamazaki went to boil water and prepare to make coffee.

After more than ten minutes, everything was ready and the client arrived.

A beautiful lady in her thirties claims to be the magazine editor Hikariki Fukuro.

Yamazaki served coffee and stood next to him with Eiyu Hondo.

"On behalf of the mystery novelist Makoto Ichiki, I will send you an invitation to Mr. Maori," asked Editor Harui, "Mr. Zhuguchi, I hope to meet with you this weekend to discuss some reasoning matters under the interview of a reporter from the Literary Times Magazine. I wonder what Mr. Maori, you think?"

"Magazine reporter?" Maori was immediately happy, "No problem, no problem at all, I agreed."

Editor Harui said: "Mr. Maori, I need to make it clear first. This meeting will start on Friday night. At that time, Teacher Zhukou will send someone to pick you up to his Otama villa."

"This meeting not only requires you to cooperate with Teacher Zhukou, but it is also unpaid. Teacher Zhukou will arrange for you, and your two assistants will have food and accommodation in his villa, from Friday night to Saturday."

Maori nodded and said, "Yes, no problem."

Editor Qingrong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he found a famous detective who did not have the appearance fee and was willing to cooperate.

Editor Qingrong also mentioned some details, including the content of the discussion, as well as the media figures of the attendees, the media reporter Irishima Mitsuji and the photographer Shizuosu, and then said goodbye.

After seeing off the person, Maori was very happy. The firm has no business recently. This time, it is equivalent to advertising.

Bendo Eiyou asked in confusion: "Uncle doesn't have it, why are you very happy to drive it?"

Maori suddenly blushed and shy, so he simply left the words and asked the two to clean up the room. He left the room first.

Hondo Eiyu turned his head to look at Yamazaki, who shrugged and said nothing.

It can’t be said that the maintenance of Maori Detective Firm and Maori’s monthly pocket money are entirely derived from his internship fee.

Eiyou Bendo scratched his head, "By the way, maybe the uncle is a fan of Zhugu Yigui, so he is so happy."

Yamazaki did not answer. If Maori meets Jiguchi, he will definitely pretend to be a fan...

Friday, August 17, at the evening of Maori Detective Office.

The mystery novelist Yuguchi's car came, and Yamazaki and Hondo Eiyu got on the car with Maori.

Conan watched upstairs and yawned. He was completely uninterested in the boring things like interviewing.

But I was a little excited about staying at home with Lan. This is a rare world of two people...

At night, Otama, the villa of Zhukou Yigui.

After getting off the car, Maori, Yamazaki and Hondo Eiyu got off the car, they met the owner of the villa, Makoto Yiki, a fat man in his fifties.

He greeted at the door, accompanied by editor Qingrong, and her interview reporter Jueji who said she was interviewing him, and the photographer was drifting to the water.

One of them is holding a portable recorder that is the size of a palm, and the other is holding a camera, which is easy to identify.

"Ah, Mr. Maori, I'm so embarrassed not to pick you up in person." Yuguchi waved his hand, and as his hand swung, Maori was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes.

There was a shiny ring on Zhukou Yigui's finger, which shone with dazzling light under the light.

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Zhugu Yigui found the problem, put down his hand, and then proudly lit the ring on his finger to Maori.
To be continued...