I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

"Well! Mom's side must be fine!"

The little angel nodded confidently. She knew her mother's character very well.

At the same time, she is happy to accept that she can contribute to the preservation of this art museum.

Looking at it this way, it seemed that Shinichi was the only one present who didn't do anything.

However, he has always been thick-skinned and would not care about these details.

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In the reception room, Suzuki Tomoko did not stay in person, but handed the matter over to the female secretary who was brought here and asked her to discuss the next process.

After all, such a trivial matter was not something that she, the de facto leader of the Suzuki Consortium, should worry about.

If it weren't for the fact that her daughter was involved, she wouldn't even have made this trip.

After Tomoko Suzuki left, Shinichi took Ran and Sonoko and continued to visit the rest of the art museum.

It was the original goal of the three people's trip, the armor that was rumored to be able to move on its own.

Director Ochiai took them there personally to express his gratitude.

This is an exhibition hall named [Hell]. The light inside is obviously much darker than other exhibition halls. There are also some medieval weapons, armor and other works of art on display.

 …

On the wall on the left hangs a painting of a brave man killing a demon. The depressing colors perfectly render the artistic conception of hell.

The wall opposite the painting is blank, as if something had been hung before, or it might have been used to hang something.

But these are no longer important.

"Speaking of which, there seems to be a lack of artwork in the art gallery."

"I hope the former boss sold the company himself for cash."

"Otherwise, if someone is reselling it secretly, it would be better to call the police and deal with it."

As he led Xiaolan and Sonoko through the exhibition hall called [Hell], Shinichi suddenly said a few words without thinking.

"Of course! These are Director Ochiai's beloved treasures. We must not let bad guys steal them!"

"Officer Megure and the others have always been very good at catching thieves, but if they are really not good at catching thieves, then we still have Shinichi and you!"

The two girls agreed with Shinichi's point of view and said in cooperation.

Only Director Ochiai, who was personally serving as the commentator at the front, paused and quickly returned to normal.

But his rickety figure seemed to be a little taller, and there was a smile on his kind face.

After passing through the slightly dim [Hell] exhibition hall, Director Ochiai returned to the light.

He bid farewell with a smile to Shinichi and Xiaolan who left with satisfaction after the visit.

Only Yuanzi was a little depressed.

After all, she still couldn't witness the armor that could move on its own.

Chapter 77 The bride’s best wishes

　　Sunday.

Shinichi and Xiaolan came to the place where Mr. Matsumoto held the wedding and met with Sonoko.

The eldest lady finally did not oversleep today.

Generally speaking, when people attend other people's weddings, they usually dress more formally to show respect for the bride and groom.

Especially for weddings with banquets, you will wear suits, evening gowns, etc.

But Shinichi and the others were still students after all. After some communication, the three of them came wearing the uniforms of Didan High School.

This also means that I am attending Teacher Matsumoto's wedding as a student.

The whimsical Sonoko originally planned to dig out the junior high school uniform and wear it.

But after trying for a long time, she realized that except for herself, neither Xinyi nor Xiaolan could fit into their previous school uniforms.

This made Yuanzi depressed for the entire "July [-]" night.

As guests of the woman, the three of them naturally wanted to see the bride as soon as they arrived at the wedding venue.

Following the signs at the wedding venue, they came to the bride's lounge. After opening the door, the three of them were all stunned for a moment.

At this time, Sayuri Matsumoto was wearing a pure white wedding dress, and the bright sunshine outside the window was shining on her body. Coupled with her already beautiful face, she looked clean and beautiful.

No wonder people always say that a woman is the most beautiful in her life when she wears a wedding dress. Shinichi finally believes it.

Even though he had been ruthlessly tortured, he had to admit that Sayuri Matsumoto was indeed very beautiful now.

He looked at it purely from the perspective of appreciating beautiful things.

And Xiaolan and Yuanzi are just...

When can I also wear a wedding dress?

The two young and budding girls fantasized about the scene when they put on wedding dresses, and then turned to look at Shinichi.

"?"

Startled by the two people's gazes, Shinichi slowly typed a question mark.

"It's Mori-san and Suzuki-san, you are here."

The bride smiled slightly, and her soft voice brought the three of them back to their senses.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

Holding the hem of her wedding dress, Sayuri Matsumoto walked up to Shinichi when she asked this question.

Totally showing off.

"Very, very beautiful!"

Damn it!You can't say anything against your will at all!

Shinichi praised sincerely, but his embarrassed look made several women in the room laugh.

"Hahaha! Fortunately, I brought a camera. I must take a picture of you like this!"

Sonoko, who volunteered to be the photographer for today's wedding, held a video camera with excitement written on his face.

Growing up, the number of times I could see Shinichi's expression was very rare.

Be sure to send a copy to Aunt Yukiko after you go back!

Lively, she thought about it in her mind.

But before she could get excited for long, the indicator light on the camera started flashing.

This is a sign of low battery.

"Why is there no power?!"

Sonoko patted the machine in her hand and exclaimed.

"It's broken! It was all because of the blow you gave me last night that made me forget to charge it!"

"Can this be all our fault?"

Xiaolan punched her best friend angrily, then pulled Yuanzi and ran out.

When she came here, she saw a convenience store nearby, hoping to buy a suitable charger.

Before leaving, Yuanzi did not forget to leave the camera behind.

"The two of them are still the same."

Looking at the frizzy Xiaolan and Sonoko, Sayuri Matsumoto chuckled and said with a nostalgic look.

She remembered that when she was in music class, Yuanzi was also like this, and sometimes he would drag the well-behaved Xiaolan along with him.

And the reliable Shinichi is always responsible for taking care of the aftermath of the two of them.

"(????)??Hi, please look over here!"

Shinichi switched to shooting mode with his smartphone and greeted the bride with a smile.

Although it is not as good as a camera, it can still record a little bit of this happy time.

Sayuri Matsumoto also cooperated by posing a few times and then walked over.

"How about it?"

"OK! The photo is beautiful!"

"I didn't ask you this!"

"Ah? Don't worry! People are more beautiful! Teacher, you are the bride today, you will definitely be the focus of the audience!"

"You guys are still like this!"

Sayuri Matsumoto pinched Shinichi's cheek, with a hint of gossip in her smile.

"I'm asking you, how's it going with Xiaolan?"

As a music teacher for three years in junior high school, Sayuri Matsumoto has seen all the relationship between Shinichi and Xiaolan. 0

If possible, add a garden as well.

In addition to a woman's natural tendency to gossip, the reason why she cares so much is mostly due to her experiences as a child.

May all the childhood sweethearts in the world finally get married, this is Sayuri Matsumoto's best wish.

Just like herself.

"This..."

Being asked so bluntly, Shinichi scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

"It's a bit complicated to explain, but overall, it's developing in a good direction!"

After thinking for a moment, Shinichi gave a thumbs up and showed a confident and bright smile.

"That's good. If you miss some things, it's hard to get them back."