Chef in the World of Conan

What kind of motive did he have? After all, everyone has accepted this love.

"Yes! Mr. Liang Lang, Xu Jun, he is the creator of the popular songs "The Wind Rises" and "Turn the Wheel of Fortune"!"

Xiao Lan hurriedly added after seeing that Deng Lianglang didn't care.

"Oh! It turns out that the creator of those two hit songs is Xu Yang...you, lucky to meet you!"

Damen Lianglang hurriedly got up and shook hands with Xu Yang.

The proud expression on Mingmei's face next to her made Xiao Ai secretly pouted. This guy is really a hateful little thief who stole his sister's whole heart! At this time, Hojo Hatsune smiled softly, put down the tea and took out a pen and paper. , "Mr. Xu Yang, Mr. Mao Li, can you ask the two of you to sign my name? Actually, I have admired them for a long time.

"

"what"

Uncle Maori was stunned and said in surprise, "That's right, no problem! This is my honor!"

"I'm really bothering you."

"Where, where!"

Uncle Maori excitedly took the pen and paper and started to sign. Xiao Lan couldn't bear to look at her shyly with a beaming expression.

Then Hatsuho Hojo handed the pen to Xu Yang, and said quite touchingly, "Mr. Xu Yang, your lyrics and music for "The Wind Rises" are really good.."

"Everyone likes it!"

Xu Yang smiled gently, and after signing the name, handed it back to Hojo Hatsune.

"Thank you!"

"Miss Hatsune, if you were here, the atmosphere at home would be a lot more lively!"

Daen Liang Lang said with emotion, "Right! When did you come?"

"I've only been here for more than a year... The gate family is an aristocratic family, and there is really a lot to learn!"

Hojo Hatsune smiled slightly, but there was some sadness in the smile.

"Why is this report again"

Suddenly, from the study next to the living room, there was a stern scolding from the president of the door, "I have given you many opportunities, but it seems that all my efforts are in vain! It is impossible for me to give you the position of president! "

"I think Dad's approach is too tough...except...I want who do you want to be the president"

With the intensifying quarrel, the atmosphere in the living room also stiffened.

Damen Lianglang shook his head silently, "Actually, eldest brother is like a raccoon dog. The reason why I came back home today is to make a clear settlement with my father." "Clear settlement"

"Dad always wanted me to work as a senior executive in the gate industry, but he only thought about money and didn't understand the feelings of others at all. I hate it.

Arrogant style, will run away from home five years ago."

The door Lianglang looked a little melancholy, and then smiled.

"This time in Spain, I won't go back until I break through, maybe I'll never see my dad again..."

"Lianglang!"

At this time, the eldest daughter-in-law Kayoko walked into the living room and said with a sarcastic expression, "What do you say before you go home after a clear conclusion, I think you just want to take the gate as your own?"

"Sister-in-law"

Damen Lianglang frowned and replied, "What nonsense are you talking about, I wouldn't have left home in the first place..."God knows"

Jia Zi sneered and muttered, "Who knows if he came back after he couldn't hang out outside?"

"What are you arguing about! I'm upset when I see you and my wife!"

The door boss walked out of the study with a gloomy face, paused, and then said kindly to Uncle Maori, "Mr. Maori, I'm going to the wing, let's show you something good to change your mood."

"nice one"

... the snow in the yard is accumulating more and more, the scattered snow pine, and the wing room on the other side is also extraordinarily unique.

Under the leadership of the president of the gate, everyone walked through the courtyard to the separate wing with umbrellas.

"This is where I live. The main house is very noisy every day. Only when I come back here can I really relax."

The president of the gate entered the entrance and turned on the light. Uncle Maori and others put away their umbrellas and followed into the room. They were immediately attracted by a Japanese samurai armor enshrined in the hall.

Under the light, a simple and simple armor was sitting in the room, looking a little scary.

"This armor is so oppressive!"

"Ha ha!"

The president of the gate said happily, "Why didn't you think that this armor of Chonghua Xiuyou is my treasure..."

Hehe, what's the matter! The weird collecting habit of rich people... "This is the armor mentioned in the... festival"

Uncle Maori looked at the historical samurai armor and remembered the previous Requiem, "It turned out to be hidden by you, it's really scary to look at..." This is General Xiuyou's curse!"

At this time, an old woman in a bathrobe suddenly came out of the bedroom next to her, her face was pale, and her long gray hair was a little messy, making everyone look stunned.

"This armor has long been cursed by General Xiuyou!"

The old woman repeated her previous words hoarsely.

"Dragon Son"

The door boss asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"General Xiuyou's ghost is still lingering in the world. Anyone who sees his ghost will die in the end..."

The old woman prudently knelt down in front of her armor, holding her hands and offering a pair of white socks, "I hope General Xiuyou won't freeze your feet, please put on these white socks... Boss Damen said angrily, "Old lady You are making a fool of yourself again!"

"what are you talking about"

The old woman rebuked, "In order to atone for the evil deeds I've done for you, I will provide a pair of white socks on the anniversary of General Xiuyou's death every year. Disrespectful! Tonight is... General Xiuyou's 500th birthday, maybe something is about to happen, just wait and see!"

After saying that, he slowly left the room.

Is this a preview of the event...Xu Yang and Mingmei Xiaoai next to each other looked at each other, and always felt that things suddenly turned towards metaphysics... Nai.

Chapter [-] Cursed Armor 【Subscribe, Customize】

When everyone returned to the main house, they found that the old lady hugged the door Liang Lang with tears in her eyes, handed him an old booklet, and left.

"I'd better wait until tomorrow to talk to my dad about it..."

Damen Lianglang pulled Uncle Maori to drink stuffy wine on the sofa next to him, and handed the previous booklet to the uncle with a low expression, "This is the news that my mother cut out..."

Uncle Mori opened the booklet and looked at one of the messages, "On December 1, 12, the president of Sasaku Industry Kenichi Saakusa committed suicide, but there are rumors in the industry that Sasusa Industry was used by the gate industry, and vicious competition forced it to close down."

"This is the news four years ago, but I'm afraid what the media reported may not be true."

After getting along just now, Uncle Maori didn't actually feel that President Damen was that kind of person.

"Mr. Maori may not know "One Three, Three"

... "

Daen Liang Lang lowered his head in despair, "My dad may have done such a thing for his own purpose. You should have seen that armor just now, but the president who committed suicide is the original armor. Owner."

"The factory has been abandoned there since then!"

Hojo Hatsune brought tea and dessert, "I heard that there are still people seeing ghosts there. It's scary, right!"

"Month 10th! Exactly...today!"

Conan's expression suddenly moved slightly, "No wonder that grandma was in a bad mood before..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, remembering the simple and outdated armor they had seen before, and a bad premonition came to their hearts.

Ha! Wasn't it December 12 last week? Xu Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, seeing Ming Mei and Xiao Ai beside him with a look of approval, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Couldn't this be an ancient revenge incident... The prisoner tried to commit a crime on a specific day with the help of the supernatural incident of rushing Xiuyou's armor... "The owner of General Xiuyou's armor actually committed suicide on the same day It's hard. Is there really a curse?"

Xiao Lan said with some concern.

"Xiao Lan, the ghosts are all fake!"

Mingmei grabbed Xiaolan and comforted her softly.

"Yes! Don't scare yourself, Xiaolan."

Uncle Maori picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "I think it's just a coincidence, let's not talk about it, let's drink Xuejian wine well, in other words, this wine is really good!"

"Of course! This is the best local wine."

Damen Lianglang also smiled slightly when he heard the words, "By the way, Mr. Xu Yang, would you like to have a few drinks too?"

"I can't, I don't have the habit of drinking..."

"The snow has stopped!"

At this time, Hatsune Hojo opened the curtains and began to mutter to himself, "It would be great if such a layer of pure white snow could be covered in the heart of a person..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, as if they felt that the girl in front of them seemed to have infinite sadness.. "Ah, yes,"

Hojo Hatsune responded with a smile, "I've already made the bed, everyone can rest."

"I'm really bothering you, Miss Chusui!"

Xiaolan stopped the uncle from drinking, "Okay dad, you're tired after driving all day, go to bed quickly."

"Let me have another drink..."

.. After returning to the room, Xiao Ai looked at the two of them, and for some reason, she came to the two of them with her bedding in her arms, "Sister, I want to sleep with you tonight..."

"alright...!!!!"

Mingmei nodded naturally, and then blinked playfully at Xu Yang.

Hehe! The sultry goblin..."Boom!"

The clock struck twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, echoing in the silent snowy night. The old lady, the gate dragon, knelt before the shrine of the Buddhist altar to worship, and suddenly heard the footsteps stepping on the snow outside.

At first the old woman thought it was a hallucination, but when the thumping sound became clearer and clearer, she walked to the window and opened a gap to look to the side of the wing.

Under the bright and bright moonlight, the looming figure of the samurai armor came into the eyes of the old woman, as if sensing the sight of the old woman, she stopped suddenly.

"General Xiuyou..."

The old woman quickly closed the window and closed her eyes tightly. When she heard footsteps outside the house again, she hurriedly knelt down before the Buddhist altar and began to pray.