Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 145 Suzuki Sonoko's soft little hands
"I feel so sick. I keep wanting to vomit. What should I do?"

Haruhiko stared at the text message from Sato Miwako on his cell phone screen, lost in thought.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and a green leaf fell on the screen, blocking the content of Meiko's text message.

Haruhiko removed the fallen leaves and looked up at the towering ancient tree above his head. Judging from the thickness of the trunk, the tree must be at least a hundred years old.

The midday sun shines through the gaps between the branches and forms spots of light on the ground. A rhinoceros beetle lies in one of the spots of light to bask in the sun. Everything is so peaceful and warm.

"People who are hungover are like this." Haruhiko tapped his fingers on the keyboard and sent her a text message.

Miwako: "Would it be better if I eat something sour?"

Haruhiko: "I think it's feasible."

Miwako: "When I was investigating today, someone asked me about you and said you were the hero of Izu."

Haruhiko: “It’s not that great.”

Miwako: "Where did you go today?"

Haruhiko: "We went to the home of pottery master Kikuemon to make pottery. It seems to be a beginner's experience activity."

Miwako: "Can you also make pottery?"

Haruhiko: "So it's a newcomer experience event."

Miwako: "Will I get pregnant?"

Haruhiko took a deep breath and typed fiercely on his phone keyboard: "I didn't do anything!!"

"Really? Then why did I wake up and find my body was about to fall apart? It felt like someone had been hitting me all night." Sato Miwako added a little fox emoticon to the end of the text message to express her doubt.

Haruhiko: "Don't you know what you look like when you're drunk? I spent half the night practicing kickboxing with you yesterday, and my waist still hurts."

"Oh, I see." Miwako said, "Then what about the slap mark on my chest?"

Haruhiko: "When you fight, it doesn't necessarily mean you're going to hit someone. It's normal."

Miwako: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of Haruhiko. (sneer)"

Haruhiko: "I think you should thank me for staying rational in that situation and not doing anything out of the ordinary."

Miwako: "Thank you. Next time I'll ask you to do something a little out of the ordinary."

Haruhiko: "Don't try to trick me. I haven't fulfilled my promise of a swimsuit from last time."

Meiwazi sent a text message: "Really, if you don't believe me, just look."

Haruhiko held the phone in his hand, confused, not knowing what she meant. The sound of cicadas chirping in the treetops and the clamor of people talking came from not far away.

Just then, a new text message arrived.

Haruhiko clicked on it and saw that it was a picture.

The snow-white northern hemisphere in the picture has faint red palm prints, and the black lace is particularly eye-catching. Because it is a bird's-eye view, part of Sato Miwako's uniform skirt and the toes of her black shallow-mouth high heels can be seen below.

Miwako: "Don't do weird things with it."

Seeing this warning that seemed like a reminder, Haruhiko was deeply shocked.

He wondered why Meiwazi had suddenly become so proactive. This direct attack was a bit too much for him to handle.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Suzuki Sonoko's voice calling from a distance: "Haruhiko, how long are you going to sit there? Come here quickly."

Haruhiko put away his phone, stood up and walked towards the garden.

He is surrounded by a group of quaint buildings. The yard is very spacious and planted with many trees and flowers. The courtyard wall is elegant white. At first glance, the architectural style makes people feel like they have been transported to the Edo period.

Suzuki Sonoko was standing on the wooden steps not far away, and there were already quite a few people standing around her.

Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha were arguing over who was late for the delay. Mouri Ran was trying to persuade them, while Conan was holding his head with an expression as if he was watching a show.

In addition to the few people Haruhiko knew, there was also a middle-aged man with dark skin and confident eyes.

After Haruhiko walked over, Sonoko took the initiative to introduce Haruhiko to him - this dark-skinned man was called Yoshihiko Arita, and he was an apprentice of the famous ceramic artist Kikuemon.

The purpose of their trip was mainly to accompany Suzuki Sonoko to pick up a set of ceramic works that were specially made by Master Kikuemon to celebrate the completion of the Suzuki Building.

By the way, you can also experience the process of making pottery.

"Isn't it a great sense of accomplishment to knead the clay into the shape you like, little by little?" Suzuki Sonoko said to Haruhiko with a look of longing on her face at the time.

Haruhiko immediately agreed to accompany her and acted even more excited than Suzuki Sonoko.

However, Haruhiko was not very interested in making pottery. He was mainly envious of the evil spirit that was about to be obtained.

If memory serves me right, there is a high possibility that a case will happen here, and it is a case that is very close to Haruhiko's heart.

Haruhiko remembered that the murderer in this case was Seto Ryuichi, Kikuemon's apprentice, who was very good at imitating Kikuemon's pottery.

Tsuchiya Mashiko, the daughter-in-law of the national treasure-level ceramic master Kikuemon, sold the counterfeits made by the murderer to nouveau riche bosses at high prices and made a lot of money.

After the murderer was discovered, he chose to go on strike to protect his reputation, but was threatened by his daughter-in-law Tsuchiya Mashiko to be kicked out of the house, which made him want to kill.

The reason why Haruhiko is particularly familiar with this case is because the murder method in this case is the same method used by Sakurai-san when Haruhiko was almost killed by her when he first traveled through time.

And that was a few months ago.

Unconsciously, he has integrated into this somewhat special world and met many important people worth protecting.

Haruhiko sighed as he fixed his gaze on Sonoko, Ran, and the others.

"Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes?" Sonoko noticed Haruhiko's gaze.

"Nothing, I just think this dress looks nice," Haruhiko explained.

A faint blush appeared on Sonoko's fair cheeks, and she whispered, "It's not the first time I've worn this outfit."

Because this was a relatively formal occasion, Sonoko wore that dark red off-shoulder long dress. Her beautiful legs were wrapped in black stockings as thin as cicada wings, and they were thin and straight. She wore light pink high heels on her feet.

"But every time you wear it, I can feel a different sense of freshness." Haruhiko said with a smile.

This sentence seemed to be quite hurtful, causing Suzuki Sonoko to turn her face away in panic, not daring to look at him.

On the other side, Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha were arguing fiercely, and it seemed like they were about to fight, so no one noticed what was happening on their side.

Kikuemon's apprentice, Arita Yoshihiko, stood nearby for a long time before finally finding an opportunity to interrupt: "Um, my teacher should be waiting for you in the living room. Please follow me."

Only then did Hattori and Kazuha give up arguing.

Yoshihiko Arita led everyone through the wooden corridor to the main building in the backyard.

Kikuemon, his family, and his disciples had been waiting for a long time.

In addition to the two male disciples, there was also a woman at the scene who looked still charming. She should be the deceased Tsuchiya Mashiko in this incident.

Although Mrs. Tsuchiya is already in her forties, she has maintained herself well and looks only in her thirties. If Uncle Mori were here, he might like this look.

On behalf of the Suzuki Group, Sonoko exchanged a few pleasantries with Master Kikuemon and asked about the progress of the custom-made pottery.

Kikuemon said that it had been completed and the effect was very good. He then warmly invited everyone to appreciate his new work "Feng Shui Maru".

But unexpectedly, when Mrs. Tsuchiya went to get the "Feng Shui Pills", she accidentally broke the pottery.

Kikuemon looked at his beloved treasure being smashed to pieces, and he seemed to have aged several years. He said goodbye to everyone and went back to his room to rest.

It was originally planned that he would lead the class in the pottery classroom, but because of this incident, his apprentice Yoshihiko Arita took over the class.

Haruhiko was not surprised by this. According to the development of the plot, the gift pack of vengeful spirits would probably arrive early tomorrow morning.

Then the dark-skinned man, Yoshihiko Arita, led everyone to the pottery classroom.

Although it is called a classroom, Kikuemon does not usually offer pottery courses open to the public.

This time it was specially prepared just because of Suzuki Sonoko's spur of the moment idea.

This room should have been a place to store the apprentices' pottery works. The walls are surrounded by wooden shelves, on which are displayed hundreds of pottery products of different styles.

There were several tables in the long room, on which were prepared the materials needed for today, potter's wheels and other tools. Judging from the newness of the tables, they must have been newly purchased. In addition, there was a mini tool table that was much shorter than the other tables, and it seemed to be specially prepared for Conan.

This made Haruhiko realize once again that having money really allows you to do whatever you want.

Suzuki Sonoko had a sudden idea, and the master pottery artist who was ranked among the best in the country took the initiative to prepare everything and play with her.

"Everything is ready. Everyone stand in front of the table and I will teach you how to make it." Arita Yoshihiko said, "But since several of my fellow apprentices have work to do, I will be the only one teaching you today."

"Thank you for your help." Suzuki Sonoko said politely.

Then everyone stood in front of the table and began making pottery under the guidance of Yoshihiko Arita.

What Haruhiko didn't expect was that Suzuki Sonoko seemed to be particularly talented in this area, and was praised several times by Arita Yoshihiko during the production process.

Judging from the sincere look in Yoshihiko Arita's eyes and the shape of the soil in Sonoko's hand, the other party was not deliberately flattering the second daughter of the Suzuki family, but she was doing a really good job.

"I've loved playing in the mud since I was a child, and I've accumulated a lot of experience." Sonoko smiled proudly, and she glanced at Haruhiko from time to time, like an elementary school student showing off that she got a perfect score on the test.

Another thing that surprised Haruhiko was that Ran Mouri was unexpectedly not good at pottery making.

Haruhiko originally thought that since Ran Mouri was a married woman, playing with mud should be no problem for her, but judging from the shape of the mud in her hands, she was actually the worst among the few people.

Mao Lilan felt a little embarrassed about this, but the more anxious she was, the more disobedient the mud in her hands became. The mud that had just begun to take shape soon turned into a lump of something that had no recognizable shape.

Haruhiko kindly reminded him, "Be gentle."

Xiaolan turned around, looking for help: "But...what should I do?"

Haruhiko sighed and walked over, demonstrating with his hands on the potter's wheel in front of her.

Xiaolan watched it once, then tried to imitate Haruhiko's strength.

"So that's how it is. I understand!" Xiaolan turned her head and said in surprise.

Ran Mao Li was wearing an apron and her hair was tied into a ponytail to avoid being splashed with mud. Her soft hair hung down behind her snow-white neck, and her bare face was shining with joy.

Xiaolan looked at Haruhiko and then at the pottery works on the table.

The single ponytail hanging behind her head was lifted up by the force and hit Haruhiko directly in the face.

Soft and delicate hair brushed across the tip of his nose, and the unique scent of a high school girl penetrated into Haruhiko's nostrils, making him unable to help but take a deep breath.

But that’s all.

Because he immediately felt two cold gazes coming from behind him.

When he looked back, he found that Suzuki Sonoko and Conan were looking at him with murderous eyes, and the clay in their hands was squeezed into strange shapes as if to vent their anger.

Seeing this, Haruhiko quickly ran back to his desk and focused on the clay on the potter's wheel.

At this time, Hattori Heiji and Kazuha started arguing again.

The reason was that Hattori Heiji despised Kazuha for being too dumb, and Toyama Kazuha, not to be outdone, sarcastically said, "How could you be more talented than me? Your skin color is perfect for pottery." Osaka Black Chicken, feeling hurt, went all out, and the two of them kept exchanging sarcastic remarks.

Haruhiko and Conan did not try to stop them, but instead watched the excitement with great interest. However, Yoshihiko Arita was a little flustered by the scene.

At this moment, Suzuki Sonoko suddenly complained: "Oh, why can't I fix this? It becomes limp as soon as I stand it up."

Haruhiko looked up and found that the clay in her hand had softened into a lump for some reason.

Suzuki Sonoko angrily rubbed the clay in her hand and said, "Damn it, why can't I make this?"

Haruhiko thought to himself, you were so awesome that you were praised just now, but now you’ve turned into a stupid rookie?
But Haruhiko certainly knew what Suzuki Sonoko meant.

He put down the clay he had just formed, walked behind Yuanzi, and asked, "What's wrong? What don't you understand?"

With a sweet smile on her lips, Sonoko told Haruhiko about the difficulties she encountered.

Haruhiko had no choice but to repeat the experience he had just told Mouri Ran. Sonoko's beautiful big eyes blinked, revealing just the right expression of admiration.

Even though Haruhiko knew that she did it on purpose, he couldn't help but feel very comfortable being licked.

After completing his daily task of comforting the young lady, Haruhiko prepared to go back to finish his own work, but unexpectedly, Sonoko seemed to think that this level was far from enough, and he had to at least go one step further than Xiaolan.

"How can I understand if you put it that way?" Sonoko said.

Haruhiko raised his eyebrows, pondering the meaning of her words, and then tentatively asked, "Then I will take you through it again?"

Suzuki Sonoko didn't say anything, just looked at him with her big watery eyes.

Haruhiko took the initiative to grab Sonoko's muddy little hand.

Yuanzi trembled slightly, but did not resist.

Suzuki Sonoko's hands are soft and feel slightly different from her feet, but they are a level softer.

Her hands were bare, their plainness more like that of a well-behaved high school girl. The warmth and slight trembling of her fair hands intensified this feeling, giving Haruhiko the guilty pleasure of corrupting a well-behaved schoolgirl.

Haruhiko held Sonoko's little hand and pressed it on the clay on the potter's wheel. The machine started and the clay began to rotate clockwise.

"Be gentle and treat it gently."

Haruhiko explained as he worked, and the clay in front of him was gradually molded into the desired shape.

Because he was holding Sonoko's arms from behind, her brown hair would occasionally scratch Haruhiko's nose during the teaching process, making Haruhiko a little absent-minded.

"Does it smell good?" Yuanzi asked without turning her head.

Haruhiko was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was talking about: "Yeah, I really like this taste."

"I know. I noticed it at the art museum. You haven't changed your shampoo since then." Sonoko whispered. "How about Ran?"

Haruhiko didn't expect her to ask such a question, but it didn't faze him. He lowered his voice and said, "Of course yours is better."

Sonoko, like a child who had been praised, deliberately raised her slender neck and pressed her soft hair against Haruhiko's lips.

Haruhiko continued making pottery while sniffing the fragrance of Sonoko's hair.

Yuanzi plans to make a cup, so he needs to shape the soil into a cylinder first.

Haruhiko held her little hand and moved it up and down on the potter's wheel.

It was fine at first, but as he watched the clay in front of him become thinner and thinner, Haruhiko suddenly realized that the two people's movements seemed a little strange.

However, he immediately suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart and concentrated on making pottery.

But unexpectedly, Yuanzi suddenly said, "You're not thinking of anything weird, are you?"

Haruhiko was shocked when his thoughts were exposed: "No, what strange thing?"

"Huh? Really?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Yuanzi said in a panic: "Then what is that hard thing behind my butt?"

"It's a cell phone, a cell phone!" Haruhiko explained quickly.

Suzuki Sonoko's face turned red, but she didn't expose him and continued to concentrate on making the clay.

Seeing that she didn't ask any further questions, Haruhiko pretended not to know and enjoyed this unexpected killing blow.

By the way, because Suzuki Sonoko was wearing an evening gown today, the fabric of the gown was as thin as a cicada's wing.

So much so that even a small unintentional movement of the peach buttocks wrapped in the long skirt would make Haruhiko feel incomparable happiness.

We worked in the pottery classroom until the evening and everyone completed their own work.

Suzuki Sonoko made two mugs, the handles of which can be put together to form a heart shape, which is obviously a couple's style.

Conan made a vase that imitated a famous product in a conventional way.

Haruhiko made a Chinese teapot. Although it looks ugly, the meaning is conveyed.

Under the pressure of Toyama Kazuha, Hattori Heiji was forced to make a couple's tea bowl.

Ran Mouri also made two mugs, couple's editions. It seems that she and Sonoko must have discussed this.

When Conan saw the clay figure made by Xiaolan, he lowered his head deeply.

They don't need to participate in the subsequent firing process, as that is a job that requires mastering the temperature, so just leave it to professionals.

The dinner starts at 7 o'clock.

Dinner was teppanyaki. Everyone sat around the long table in the living room. The iron plate was filled with various foods such as beef, green peppers, corn, and mushrooms.

Master Kikuemon seemed to have recovered his mood and started chatting with everyone with a bright smile.

Everyone had a happy smile on their face, but one person was especially happy.

"This is not enough at all. Come and get some more." Mrs. Tsuchiya Mashiko knocked the ceramic bowl with chopsticks and laughed exaggeratedly.

Hattori Heiji asked Seto Ryuichi beside him: "Is this what Mrs. Tsuchiya would do when she's drunk? Isn't that too exaggerated?"

Seto Ryuichi picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Yeah, she becomes like this whenever she drinks. We're all used to it."

Hattori Heiji looked at Mrs. Tsuchiya, who was very different from before, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this moment, Mrs. Tsuchiya suddenly came up to Haruhiko and said, "Kousaka-kun, could you please tell me in detail about how you captured that murderer?"

Haruhiko looked at Mrs. Tsuchiya who was almost touching her face with his, and instinctively dodged backwards, bumping into the arm of Suzuki Sonoko behind him.

He actually knew that Mrs. Tsuchiya's temperament would change drastically after drinking, but he didn't expect that this woman would take a strong interest in him and kept pestering him to tell him about the case she had solved before.

Moreover, Mrs. Tsuchiya's actions became indecisive after she drank too much, and she almost put her hands on his private parts several times.

I don't know if she did it on purpose.

At this time, Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting next to Haruhiko, finally couldn't stand it anymore. She inserted herself between the two of them and said, "Madam, Haruhiko has been talking all the time and hasn't eaten much."

"Oh, I had forgotten about it if you hadn't told me. Come and try this." Mrs. Tsuchiya picked up a piece of shiitake mushroom with chopsticks and fed it directly to Haruhiko.

Before Haruhiko could even open his mouth to refuse, Suzuki Sonoko said with a straight face, like a kitten whose territory had been violated, "I'm sorry, Haruhiko doesn't like mushrooms."

Before Mrs. Tsuchiya could say anything, she was taken away by another of Kikuemon's apprentices, Otani Fumio.

Kikuemon, seated at the head, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had long since seen that the young man before him had a closer relationship with the second daughter of the Suzuki family than ordinary friends. If the daughter of the Suzuki family was upset because of his daughter-in-law's drunken behavior, it would be more trouble than it was worth. Fortunately, Otani understood his expression.

Haruhiko just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mrs. Tsuchiya being taken away, but then Suzuki Sonoko started questioning him.

"You seem disappointed?" Suzuki Sonoko stared into his eyes.

"How is that possible? I have no interest in that kind of wife." Haruhiko looked straight into Sonoko's eyes.

Suzuki Sonoko raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Then what kind of wife are you interested in?"

"Why do I have to like Madam?" Haruhiko said speechlessly.

Suzuki Sonoko licked the soup on her lips and said, "Who knows? I always feel that your hobby is different from others."

"No, that's just your misunderstanding of me." Haruhiko picked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Really? Then what type are you interested in?" Sonoko leaned closer and asked.

Haruhiko took a sip of his drink and said, "At least she's not my wife."

Suzuki Sonoko seemed a little uneasy and kept holding on to the topic.

During the subsequent banquet, the two had a deep discussion on "what type of wife Haruhiko likes".

During the process, Suzuki Sonoko gave several examples to test Haruhiko, including Xiaolan's mother Kissing Eri and Conan's mother Kudo Yukiko.

Haruhiko wondered if he would be beaten to death by Sonoko if he said at this moment that he liked Aunt Tomoko's type.
I guess so.

The dinner lasted until very late, and everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Before leaving, Mrs. Tsuchiya was still shouting that she wanted to talk to Haruhiko in detail about the serial killer case all night long, but was finally pulled away by several apprentices.

Haruhiko returned to the guest room after taking a shower.

The style of the room is typical Japanese architecture, and there is not even air conditioning in the room.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but lying in this quaint room, I actually feel calm and cool.

The bedding was laid directly on the tatami, and incense was lit in the corner to repel mosquitoes. The wind blew in from the gap in the wooden sliding door towards the courtyard.

Haruhiko lay down facing the courtyard, feeling sleepy and wanting to go to bed early.

If he guessed correctly, he would be able to receive a big gift package of evil spirits tomorrow morning. Then he would have to deduce and solve the case and seal the evil spirits. He would be busy.

at this time--

The door of the room was opened.

Someone quietly walked into the room and then gently closed the door again.

The person's footsteps were as gentle as a cat's; it was most likely a woman. Or perhaps Conan.

After ruling out Conan's unlikely option, Haruhiko was shocked, wondering if it was Mrs. Tsuchiya who came to tell him a story.

No, it will be troublesome if someone sees it. Besides, if you come to my place at night, your "ghost gift package" will be gone, right?

Just thinking about it.

The intruder had already walked behind Haruhiko. She carefully lifted a corner of the quilt and came in with her body carrying the unique fragrance of a fresh bath.

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