Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 232 The mysterious owner of the annex

The vehicle drove across a wooden bridge, and the destination of the trip, the dusk villa, finally appeared in front of everyone.

"Dad, open the trunk." Xiaolan hurriedly ran out of the car with an umbrella, picked up the handbag in the trunk, and ran to the villa.

"Now that I look closer, this Dusk Villa looks more like a haunted house!"

Uncle Maori held up his umbrella and sighed.

Indeed, on a rainy night, this villa with dim lights inside had an indescribably weird atmosphere.

Lin Feng also got out of the car carrying the basket of food he bought from the gas station.

"Hehehe, the old demon's villa in the mountains..." the repairman said deliberately when he saw Xiaolan turning around.

Conan: ...

Hey, you two, please stop it!
"Hey, there are a lot of expensive imported cars parked here!" The detective's eyes were immediately attracted by several cars of different colors beside him.

Detective Motegi Haruka, 39, and his "woman", whose age is unknown, but appears to be quite new.

"Oh, I have completely forgotten what happened so long ago." Motegi Haruhi looked embarrassed.

Lin Feng looked back at the other woman and couldn't help but smile.

Uncle Maoli was stunned for a moment after being told this.

"Huh?" Conan had no idea what this guy was laughing at.

A shrewd woman...

Mustache...

I wonder whose other cars belong to them?

"Long time no see, Brother Motegi, they invited you here too." Senjian Yushiro stretched out his hand to shield Uncle Mouri from the rain with an umbrella, and said hello to him at the same time.

"Mustache."

Motegi Harushi knocked on the door knocker of the annex, and a maid in an apron opened the door and recognized several people at the same time.

"Sister Senjian, have you also received the invitation?" Motegi Harushi smiled, threw the cigarette butt aside, and walked into the villa with everyone.

"It took me five years to get this shrewd woman. If other men touch her with their dirty hands, I can't bear it if they get angry."

At this moment, a man wearing a green suit, a top hat, and a cigarette in his mouth stepped out of the car, opened his umbrella, and said as he walked:

"It's so cool!" Uncle Maoli's eyes lit up and he reached out to touch the front of the car. It seemed that he really liked this car.

"Is your health okay? I read in the newspaper that you were attacked by the Mafia in Chicago last week?" Qian Jian asked.

"You understand, right?"

Mercedes-Benz, Ferrari, Porsche, and the one on the far side is a dark blue Alfa Romeo.

"Hey, please don't touch my woman."

"Everyone, please put your umbrellas here!"

"It's fun to watch."

The maid guided everyone and put the umbrellas in the storage box next to the door.

"Is anyone here?"

A fat man in a white suit stood beside the stairs, shouting with his hands behind his back.

The maid saw this and ran over quickly.

"That one, it seems to be?" Motegi Harushi had some impression.

"Gourmet Detective Dashang Zhushan." Uncle Maori nodded.

The other person's appearance is very recognizable. "What?"

"The chef suddenly got seriously ill and can't cook anymore?!" Dashang Zhushan's face became a little ugly and he asked loudly.

"That's not what we said at the beginning. I came all the way here just for this dinner!"

It was obvious that this gourmet detective had a deep resentment.

"I'm really sorry. I've already bought all the ingredients I need, but..." Miss Ishihara, the maid, apologized.

"There are only delicious food and murder cases in the world, which are priceless treasures that can make my brain cells move quickly!" Dashang Zhushan said, and decided that he would cook the dinner himself.

"It seems that famous detectives have weird personalities." Lin Feng was carrying the shopping basket and had almost eaten.

There are those who like to play the role of the old mountain monster in the middle of the mountain road, and there are those who regard the car as their beloved woman. As for this gourmet detective, it is even more outrageous. . .

"People all have some hobbies, more or less." Motegi Harushi glanced at the repairman and said.

I have also seen this face in the newspaper.

It is said that he is the apprentice of this sleeping famous detective and has solved many cases.

"I'm sorry to have delayed you all for so long!" Miss Ishihara, the maid, ran back quickly.

"Speaking of which, what does the owner of this annex mean? He invited so many famous detectives here. There must be something going on, right?" Qianjian asked about the purpose.

"Yes, in fact, besides you, there are two detectives who have arrived a long time ago, a young lady and a young man." Miss Ishihara nodded.

"juvenile?"

"Could it be Shinichi?" Xiaolan, who had just returned from the bathroom, asked hurriedly.

"It's impossible, it must be Hattori-nii!" Conan blurted out without thinking too much.

He was standing here, how could Kudo Shinichi appear. . .

"No, although the names of these two people are indeed on the guest list that the master gave me, Mr. Kudo has never been able to contact him."

"As for Mr. Hattori, because he has an exam soon, his mother personally called and declined the invitation." Miss Ishihara explained.

"Haha, that guy might be scratching his head at home." Lin Feng smiled.

According to Hattori's temperament, he couldn't come to find out what happened when he received that kind of strange invitation, and he probably didn't have the heart to review it at all.

"It's not that serious..." Uncle Maoli said speechlessly.

"A detective whose curiosity is insatiable, who knows."

"Speaking of which, where are you masters who like detectives now?" Motegi Haruhi took off his hat and asked with a smile.

Speaking of this, Miss Ishihara, who applied to be a maid, also frowned.

In fact, even she has never met the owner of the annex.

Also had a weird interview.

Because the salary of this job is very good, there are so many people who applied for it.

In the interview room at that time, there was only a computer, instructions for the dinner party, and a list of guests.

Just as she was sitting at the computer desk, biting her fingers and checking the list, a line of words suddenly appeared on the computer, saying that she was admitted.

Not to mention the owner of the annex, not even a ghost was seen.

"So, you don't know why you were admitted at that time?" Xiaolan really felt that the weird atmosphere in this annex was getting stronger and stronger.

This isn't really a vampire's mansion, is it?
"Yes, including the follow-up details, I also contacted him through mobile email." Miss Ishihara nodded.

I haven't even heard the other party's voice.

(End of this chapter)