The Advent of the Infinite King

Kikuemon blushed, his previous air was gone, "Mashiko, you..."

"A fan of reasoning." Mao Lilan said in surprise.

"That's right." Mashiko Tsuchiya said, "Every time Mr. Mori solves the case, he is as happy as something. Just a few days ago, I was scolded by my father-in-law because I wrote down the handwriting of the case incorrectly." It was a meal."

"Okay!" At this time, Kikuemon looked like a child whose secret had been told. He looked at the stunned Mouri Kogoro, scratched his head and laughed, "That's the truth."

At this time, two young men walked in, the tall one was wearing a green knitted sweater, and the shorter one was wearing a red coat.

"It's already here."

"Great, it's really him."

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Mori Kogoro said helplessly, "Who are these two?"

Kikuemon said: "They are my apprentices, let me introduce them."

He looked at the man in the green sweater and said, "This is Arita Yoshihiko, whose skills have improved rapidly recently, and his skills have become more and more pure."

Arita Yoshihiko nodded and said hello.

Kikuemon continued: "The person next to him is Ryuichi Seto, whose works have become less and less recently, almost stopped, and have not improved at all."

His evaluation of his students was very straightforward. Seto Takaichi scratched his head and said, "Actually, I was just temporarily frustrated."

Arita Yoshihiko poked his arm and said with a smile: "It's not because you blindly imitate Master."

"Stop being wordy." Seto Takashi said with a smile.

Mashiko Tsuchiya said: "That's right, you have to work harder, Seto, everyone thinks that the person who can inherit the sixth generation of Kikuemon is your apprentice, you can't be discouraged."

"The sixth generation?" Mori Kogoro asked.

Kikuemon said: "Actually, Kikuemon is a name that has been passed down from our master for generations, and I am the fifth generation inheritor."

"Stop talking about that." Arita Yoshihiko came over and said, "We just want to know one thing now, Mr. Mori, which pottery would you choose?"

Kikuemon waved his hand, "Alright, why are you so anxious, I haven't said anything about it yet."

Mori Kogoro asked: "May I ask what's going on?"

Kikuemon said: "To be honest, I hope to give you a work. In fact, I can send things over by myself, but in the end I decided to let you come here directly to make a choice."

He pointed to the pottery cabinet in the room and said, "Okay, hurry up and choose, you can choose whatever you want in this room."

"This..." Mori Kogoro was very surprised. After all, he is a potter at the national treasure level, and every piece of pottery is priceless.

"This...is it really possible?"

Mashiko Tsuchiya smiled and said, "No matter which one you choose, each one is worth millions."

"Millions..." Mori Kogoro almost fainted. He didn't expect such a good thing in the world, and the pie fell firmly on his head.

But Mao Lilan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I said Dad, this is not good, you should be more polite."

"I see."

Mori Kogoro looked at the empty teacup, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "I think I'll just choose one at random, just this teacup, okay."

Kikuemon shrank his neck, greatly surprised, and the others opened their mouths wide enough to swallow an egg, looking at Kogoro Mori in disbelief.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly. Seeing the incomprehensible expressions of everyone, Mori Kogoro looked around in a daze, not understanding what happened at all.

Kikuemon sighed softly, and said slowly: "A famous detective is a famous detective, and he really has a unique vision. It seems that I have won this bet."

"Bet?" Mori Kogoro asked doubtfully.

Kikuemon said: "I made a bet with my apprentices, let's guess which one you will choose. As I judged, you really chose the best work here."

He looked at the teacup in Mori Kogoro's hand, "This teacup is known as a famous utensil in the world by experts."

Mori Kogoro was a little dazed. He wanted to be polite, so he picked up the teacup on the table, but he didn't expect to pick the best one by mistake.

Xie Chen smiled helplessly, what a blind cat met a dead mouse.

Kikuemon said with a smile: "I didn't mean to give it up to anyone, but you can make an exception."

"But, Dad..." Masuko Tsuchiya hesitated, trying to dissuade Kikuemon.

Kikuemon stopped the topic, looked at her and said, "That's right, I'm publishing a new work on Fengshui this time, to be honest, I want Mr. Mori to see it too, go and get it for me .”

Mashiko Tsuchiya had no choice but to stand up, "Yes, I'll go right away." After that, she shook her head slightly, and walked out slowly, her steps seemed a little heavy.

After she left, Kikuemon asked his two students, "Strange, why didn't I see Otani today?"

Arita Yoshihiko said, "He's at the fire cellar right now."

"That's right." Kikuemon stood up, "Mr. Mori, let's go to the fire cellar."

Mori Kogoro nodded, Mao Lilan thought for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "May I ask... how much is this teacup worth?"

"Well." Kikuemon rubbed his chin, thought for a while and said, "If you want to give it a price, I think it should be worth at least [-] million."

Mori Kogoro was so startled that he sprayed out a sip of tea, the hand holding the teacup trembled, "Ten million..."

Kikuemon smiled and walked out with his hands behind his back.