Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"That old lady and old man, they feel so pitiful."

Walking on the road, Ayumi thought of what the old lady said just now, and her expression was a little uncomfortable: "Why don't you think more about yourself? You are already over 70 years old, but you still have to rent houses everywhere and take out your savings to buy a house for your son."

"In fact, this is a true portrayal of most people." With her hands in her pockets, Xiao Ai thought of Yuji who earned money to buy a house.

"I don't think there are many people like Yuji's brother. There are also people who work hard and buy houses with loans." The girl stroked her hair and suddenly thought of Kudo No. 1 who was traveling with her.

"But even if it is Kudo Shinichi, he probably has to rely on his parents to buy a house, and maybe he has to borrow money from his brother."

Who... who has to rely on parents, brother...

Conan recalled that he was going to ask Yuji to borrow money to buy a house yesterday, and felt that it was a bit wrong.

It's better to wait until you earn money to buy a house. Anyway, you can be a full-time detective in college.

Conan, who hadn't turned back to hope, started daydreaming...

"I'm back!"

Pushing open the door of the Maori Detective Agency, Conan found his brother sitting on the sofa assembling a Gundam model, and a table full of things.

There were stickers, folders, and notebooks, and the most conspicuous one was the big figure of Misato Katsuragi.

"You went to draw a prize again, how much did you spend this time?" Conan sat opposite Yuuji, threw down his schoolbag and started to pick up the God's Hand (water mouth pliers) to cut the board parts.

"Not much, only 80,000 yen, with these three Gundam models."

Yuuji put down the pliers in his hand and patted the Exia, Wing and Zaku beside him.

"By the way, Xiaolan went to cook, and we'll have omelette rice tonight." The boy rubbed his eyes and lay down on the sofa.

Speaking of which, uncle hasn't watched Yoko Okino's TV series recently. Did something happen?

Conan turned his head to look at the desk and found that Maori Kogoro was looking out the window at the moment, so he put down what he was holding and walked to the window.

"Uncle, what are you watching?"

"I'm watching the sunset."

"Miss Yoko's TV series is about to start?"

Hearing this, Vermouth had to turn around and turn on the small TV on the desk.

"Everyone, I am Okino Yoko, the little witch of the stars, Dilulu, it's about to start~"

"Miss Yoko! Take me away, Miss Yoko!"

Ignoring Miss Chris who was imitating Uncle Maori's ghost howling, Yuji didn't want to record at all at this moment. He covered his ears with his hands, collected the cut panels and put them back into the model box, and prepared to go to Dr. Agasa's house to spray paint tomorrow.

Sure enough, the uncle will definitely watch Okino Yoko.

Confirming that his stereotype of Maori Kogoro was correct, Conan returned to the sofa and looked at his dazed brother.

"Yuji, how do you think I can earn money to buy a house?"

Conan? Want to buy a house? So that's why they've been hanging around their new house recently.

"Have you found one you like? How much is it?"

"80...80 million yen." Conan poked his fingers together, lowered his head guiltily, and expressed his thoughts.

"I don't want to use my parents' money, nor do I want to borrow from you. Is there any way to make money?"

Staring at his brother quietly, Yuji raised his index finger and began to discuss one by one.

"You can go to work. The current salary in Tokyo, after deducting social security and various taxes, is estimated to be 200,000 yen a month."

"Then you can buy a house for 80 million yen?"

"You can never buy a house for 80 million yen in your lifetime."

Yuji pointed at Vermouth, who was learning to dance with a white strip wrapped around her head: "Although the land was inherited from the previous generation, Uncle Maori didn't pay off the loan for building this house until Xiaolan went to junior high school."

It can only be said that Uncle Maori, who was carrying a loan, was super awesome, but after paying off the loan, he became decadent and liked to gamble on horses and drink.

"Indeed, I remember Xiaolan... Before my sister went to junior high school, Uncle Maori was very diligent. Does that mean he has no motivation if he doesn't carry the loan?"

What kind of outrageous statement is this? !

"I didn't say that, but it would be more profitable to take the case." Yuji slumped on the sofa, and saw the canned coffee under the coffee table from the corner of his eye. He picked up a can and put it to his mouth.

"Okay, I think it's about time. Let's go upstairs to wash our hands and eat."

Throwing the empty can into the trash can, Yuji put his hand to his mouth and shouted to Maori Kogoro: "Uncle, it's time to eat!"

………

"Omurice is ready!"

Carrying four plates of rice out of the kitchen, Xiaolan put the tray on the cabinet on the side after distributing dinner to the three people, and took out ketchup from behind.

"Sorry, I came back late from the club tonight, so I can only make omelette rice."

Xiaolan opened the lid of the ketchup and was about to hand it to Yuji when he saw him put the rice directly in front of him.

"Yuji... don't you like eating omelette rice?"

"No."

The boy shook his head and smiled wickedly: "Sister Xiaolan, omelette rice will only taste good when paired with a spell."

Spell? What is that...

Yuji leaned close to his sister-in-law's ear in front of Vermouth and Conan. Not long after, Xiaolan's face turned red and she asked hesitantly.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"You have to do it."

Nodding, Xiaolan drew a heart in Yuji's "dog rice bowl" with ketchup and put her hand on it.

"Make it more delicious, or Conan will go to the foodie's house tomorrow..."

What does it have to do with me?

Conan stared at the heart on the omelet rice unhappily, and pushed his "dog rice bowl" over.

"I want one too! The heart should be bigger than Yuji's... brother's!"

Looking at her jealous boyfriend, Xiaolan squinted her half-moon eyes and carefully drew a bigger heart with ketchup.

"And write love on it."

Okay, okay...

Although it is true that you can write with ketchup, the nozzle is relatively large, and the heart can't be seen at all after writing it.

"I want it too!"

Forget about Yuji, why did the uncle get involved! You are almost forty years old!

Conan scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth with a hum, ready to see the uncle's joke.

Who asked his daughter to draw a heart on the omelet rice? Xiaolan would never agree!

To Conan's surprise, his girlfriend drew more seriously this time than the previous two times, and the elementary school students started to make a fuss.

"So annoying!" x3

Bang, bang, bang, three punches. Looking at the three people with smoking fists, Conan covered the three big bumps on his head and continued to eat his meal with tears.

"By the way, Conan, my father and I are going to attend a religious ceremony tomorrow, so you may be alone at home tonight."

After finishing the omelette rice on the plate, Xiaolan also brought over the drinks and apples cut into bunnies.

"Ritual?"

Yuji and Conan looked at Maori Kogoro who was drinking beer over there curiously.

"Today, when I helped Inspector Megure solve the case, he asked me to go to the Rice Flower Shrine to have a look. Xiaolan said that there will be a big religious ceremony in Haido Town tomorrow, so I went to have a look."

So that's how it is. There are so many cases in the past two days that Miss Chris is starting to panic.