I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

Suzuki Shiro pointed to the people around him and introduced Shinichi.

The person who was pushed over by the servant was an elderly man with one foot in a cast. He was sitting in a wheelchair. He had a strong build and half-white hair. A piece was missing in the middle of his head, forming a perfect Mediterranean Sea.

Shinichi stared at Mr. Seba in front of him for a long time. The detective's intuition made him feel that there was something bad hidden in this man's heart.

More importantly, he felt his death aura starting to activate.

This also means that the old Mediterranean man in front of him can either kill people or be the one who is killed.

"Hello, Mr. Seba, I'm Kudo Shinichi."

"Oh, oh, hello, Director Suzuki, I'm leaving first."

People with ulterior motives are most afraid of meeting people like police and detectives, let alone Shinichi who is still quite famous in Tokyo.

Seha Tundoku, who was all hairy at the sight, felt that the secret in his heart was about to be exposed. He quickly urged the servant to leave, but he accidentally touched the control lever of the electric wheelchair.

"Buzz!"

The electric wheelchair used by the upper class is certainly not an ordinary thing. Even if it is out of control, the motor is still running at full speed.

When Seba Tundoku was panicking, the electric wheelchair was already heading out of the gate at a speed no less than that of a car that had just started.

"Ah! Mr. Seba!"

Suzuki Shiro hurriedly chased after him, but how could he catch up with his fat figure.

Seba Tundoku's servant moved very quickly and immediately caught up with him. Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow and could only watch as the man in the wheelchair was about to come into close contact with the gate.

In an instant, the electric wheelchair seemed to be restricted by something, and its speed slowed down a bit. Seha Tatsutoku's servant took the opportunity to speed up and grabbed the wheelchair.

"Ouch! My face!"

Unfortunately, under the influence of inertia, Seba Tundoku was still thrown out, and then his big fat face kissed the floor.

"Master, are you all right?"

The servant placed the wheelchair and carefully helped Seba Tundoku.

"Asshole! How do you do things!"

It was obvious that he was careless, but Seha Tundoku still took his anger out on his servant.

He shook his arm, gave the servant a slap, and broke away from his support.

His fat body pretended to twist a few times before he sat back in the wheelchair. He also pressed his right leg, which was bound with a plaster, as if he was afraid that the collision would add to the injury.

"Let's go quickly!"

After sitting firmly, Seba Tundoku still scolded his servant.

"Yes!"

Seba Tundoku's servant lowered his head, not daring to complain at all, and pushed the wheelchair away quickly.

"This is really..."

Suzuki Shiro looked at all this and didn't know what to say.

Shinichi, who was leaning against the wall, had a slight curve on his lips, quietly watching this scene happen.

interesting! .

Chapter 6 The manuscript was urged

　　"Uncle Shirou, do you have a good relationship with Mr. Seba?"

It wasn't until the servant helped his master into the car and sped away that Shinichi turned his head and asked the middle-aged man beside him.

"Hahaha, it's just some business dealings. He's not qualified to be my friend."

Because he was in front of a junior he was very familiar with, Suzuki Shirou had a kind smile on his face, but his words showed the domineering power of Neon's largest consortium.

Although the Seba Group is also a company with a market value of hundreds of millions, it is not enough for the Suzuki Consortium. The dealings with him are only necessary meetings for business purposes.

"That's it."

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly curious about this?"

Suzuki Shiro looked at Shinichi strangely.

He knew his daughter's childhood sweetheart very well.

Although he is talented and capable, he seems to have no ambition. Even when facing him and Suzuki Tomoko, he only treats them as ordinary elders, not talkative people of a large financial group.

Not to mention getting to know his business partners, why are you suddenly so interested in him today?

"It's nothing, I'm just glad that Uncle Shilang doesn't have any friendship with the old man."

Shinichi shrugged, indicating something.

Since he had determined that the two of them were not familiar with each other, he simply called Mr. Seba the old man.

"Did you see anything?"

Suzuki Shiro asked with a frown.

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with what Shinichi said. After all, he had grown up watching him, so he knew his character very well.

For Shinichi to use such an impolite title can only mean that he has judged from some aspects that this person is not worthy of his respect. In addition, the title of "Neon Police Savior"...

Could it be that his business partner did something bad and this guy saw it?

Could it be related to our Suzuki Foundation?

Out of the instinct of a businessman, Suzuki Shiro had already begun to analyze the pros and cons in his mind.

"Anyone who commits unjust acts will be punished by his own death. He has indeed seen something, but don't worry, uncle, the Suzuki Consortium will not be implicated."

"At most, it's just a matter of changing partners."

After Shinichi finished speaking, he returned to the house.

He could only reveal so much, otherwise, should he ask Officer Megure to arrest the old man?

They were just pretending to be injured, and they didn't commit a crime. There was no basis for it, and even he couldn't do anything about it.

Of course, there is nothing we can do for the time being.

"By the way, Uncle Shilang, what does the old man want from you?"

Seeing that Suzuki Shiro wanted to ask more questions, Shinichi asked first.

"Oh, Mr. Seba is holding a party next weekend and invited Tomoko and I to attend, but I declined."

"Rejected? Why?"

"Because I happened to be going to discuss holding a gem exhibition at the Rice Krispies Museum that day."

"Gem show? Is it the dark star?"

"exactly……"

Under Shinichi's guidance, Suzuki Shiro's topic slowly turned to his family's heirloom.

On the other side, the Seba family’s special car.

"Well, Director Suzuki didn't accept the invitation, but that guy Yamazaki agreed? That's good!"

After answering the phone, Seba Tundoku seemed to be relieved, and his left hand involuntarily pressed on the leg bound with a plaster.

The plan is well underway!

Although it failed to invite the Suzuki Consortium, if it can get help from Baling Bank, the company's situation will be easier.

What he didn't notice was that the servant who was part-time driver seemed to be looking straight ahead, but from time to time he stared at him through the rearview mirror, with the flame of hatred burning in his eyes.

……

In the living room of the Suzuki family, Shinichi was chatting with Shiro Suzuki and Tomoko Suzuki.

It can be seen from the laughter that the two of them emit from time to time that the two big shots who have been in the shopping mall are enjoying their moment of leisure.

"By the way, Shinichi, Dengeki Bunko has already started preparing for the promotion of the next novel. How is the preparation of the manuscript going?"

What?Writing a manuscript?Is there such a thing in this world?

Xinyi originally planned to refuse. After all, his current small treasury is enough for him to squander for several years. Wouldn't it be nice for him to be a salty fish happily?

As for writing novels?Don't worry, let's wait until you remember it.

However, seeing the expectant eyes of the Suzuki couple in front of him, he still suppressed his rejection.

Who makes these two elders also his loyal book fans?

The two talkers from the dignified Suzuki Foundation actually like to watch campus romantic comedies. Who would believe it?

“I’m writing and writing, and it’s 90% completed.”

Thinking about the document in his computer that was created a year ago and still has zero words, Shinichi said perfunctorily.

It seemed that the God of Death had to stop his work tonight and finish another job.

Just when Shinichi was thinking about whether to write out all the remaining volumes at once tonight, or to deal with it by writing one volume at a time, an energetic figure pulled Xiaolan into the living room.

"Dangdang! Miss Yuanzi! Resurrection with full health!"

Sonoko, who had changed into casual clothes, loudly announced her recovery.

It had only been less than an hour, but it was completely different from the sick and sick posture before. With her rosy cheeks and cheerful expression, the Suzukis could tell that their daughter's cold was really gone.

"I just heard something terrible. Please hand over the manuscript for the sixth volume of "Romantic Comedy Can't Be a Game"!"

Sonoko said, and stretched out her white and tender hands in front of Shinichi.

"Romantic Comedy Can't Be a Game" is exactly the title of the novel written by Shinichi.

Although he inherited his father's reasoning and writing talents, Shinichi did not go down the road of suspense mystery novels. After all, times have changed.

Today's young people prefer to watch something lighter.

So when Shinichi was in junior high school, he wrote the book "Romantic Comedy Can't Be a Game". After its release, it caused a huge response, and he was once hailed as a genius light novel writer for junior high school students.

Even the trend in the industry in recent years has changed from royal and passionate genres to campus romantic comedies.

"Give me your head!"