Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 14 The Death Cruise Sets Sail
"Moo-!"

There was another burst of whistle sound that lasted for about 10 seconds.

At dusk, the last ship left the island of Omoto, where the lights were dimly lit.

Unlike Gao Mo, the others could only see the beautiful sunset and did not think there was anything wrong with the voyage for the next night.

At 7:30 in the evening, the luxury cruise ship sailed peacefully on the moonlit sea.

Ground floor restaurant.

Gao Mo set the table according to the British butler rules, and in the kitchen, Shoji Yasumoto also began to prepare dinner.

There were still 30 minutes until dinner time, and most people were in their rooms, with a few relaxing on the deck outside the restaurant.

Just like the last time in Yoko's apartment, that strange feeling disappeared again, but Gao Mo still tried to stay away from the guest room area on the second floor.

As for what the employer would do... he was just a temporary housekeeper and didn't need to worry about that.

There is no need to risk your life for a job.

Maybe the god of death will kill him first because he is the conspicuous one who escaped the net.

"Ok?"

Just after setting the table, Gao Mo glanced at the deck outside casually, turned his head, and looked again.

The living area, which was supposed to have only 9 people besides him, actually had 12 people.

"Isn't this Kido-chan?"

Kogoro Mouri brought Xiaolan and Conan into the restaurant. He seemed to look unhappy because he was drunk, but he still shouted when he saw Gao Mo.

"Why are you here?"

"cough!"

Gao Mo looked around carefully.

I was so busy playing the role of housekeeper that I actually forgot about these great gods.

"I'm Kindaichi, the hired butler here. Nice to meet you..."

"What the hell is this a first meeting?" The man with the mustache said with a dark face, trying to snatch Gao Mo's glasses. "I knew it was you just by the smell. Do you really think I'm blind because I'm drunk?"

"Shh!"

Gao Mo hurriedly stopped the man with a mustache.

"Keep your voice down. I finally found a job. Just pretend you don't know me..."

"you you……"

Xiaolan realized it later and stood there in a daze, stammering and staring at Gao Mo.

"You are Shiroto Gao Mo? Oh my god, is this Shiroto kid that dad was talking about you? But...how did you two become friends?"

They are obviously two people who have nothing in common.

"Yoko and I are friends." Gao Mo glanced at the mustache speechlessly.

This guy is not blind, how could he not recognize Conan wearing glasses? Shouldn't he at least suspect the Kudo family?
"I see," Xiaolan said happily, "because Dad completed Miss Yoko's commission, and then you became friends, right?"

Gao Mo continued to glance at the mustache man and opened his mouth but said nothing more.

"Please take a seat. Dinner will be served in 30 minutes... I'll go prepare three more sets of tableware."

Gao Mo paused slightly as he passed by little Conan.

The first time I saw the Death God elementary school student, I didn’t think it was dangerous at all. Instead, it was so cute that I wanted to pinch his face.

It’s hard to imagine that it’s the high school detective known as the Heisei Sherlock Holmes - Kudo Shinichi.

sin.

How can this be considered shrinking? It's essentially rejuvenation.

"Hello, Uncle Kido." Conan smiled and raised his little face, looking well-behaved.

He is clearly a child, but he tries not to act like a child, which is very forced.

"Call me brother." Gao Mo ruffled Conan's hair expressionlessly.

This is more like it. He has become Conan, so why does he still have the same hairstyle as Kudo Shinichi?

"I miss it so much," Xiaolan didn't notice Conan's frown at all. She looked at Gao Mo's back with curiosity. "It's still the same as before... I wonder what he has been doing all these years. How did he come here to be a butler?"

"Why not just ask him directly?" Conan curled his lips and put on the baseball cap he bought on the island.

I must wash my hair later.

He was originally quite curious about the Kido boy the uncle mentioned, but he didn't expect it to be this outdated pretty boy idol.

"How can that be? That's too rude."

Having said that, Xiaolan still looked interested.

"Alright, alright," Maori Kogoro yawned and sat down beside him, "When did you become like that Miss Suzuki? Being an idol is nothing. Don't look at Kido's appearance, he's actually quite stingy..."

"Dad, aren't you also pursuing Miss Yoko?"

"How are they the same? Miss Yoko is the real idol!"

"Really?" Xiaolan stiffened her fists and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

She couldn't help but get angry when she thought about her father being obsessed with Yoko every day but not even being willing to call her mother.

"calm!"

As soon as Gao Mo came back with the tableware, he saw Xiaolan's scary smile. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was afraid that Xiaolan would punch the table.

The one who will be in trouble then will definitely be him, the temporary housekeeper.

Xiaolan's face turned gentle in an instant: "Mr. Kido..." "Just call me butler."

Gao Mo was worried about Conan beside him. When he heard footsteps on the stairs of the guest room, he quickly straightened his posture and set the tableware. He held the plate in one hand and put the other hand behind his back and bowed slightly. He was not humble like a butler, but full of ritual.

"Please take a seat. Dinner will start at 8 o'clock sharp. Would you like some tea?"

"Uh……"

Kogoro Mouri was stunned by the fright.

If I didn't know Gao Mo's identity, I would almost think he was a real wealthy family's butler.

It’s really weird.

"Mr. Kido is amazing," Ran whispered to Conan, "So professional."

Conan propped up his chin and observed: "Maybe it's just an act. The butler doesn't specialize in these things."

"That's pretty impressive too, but it's a pity he's retired from acting now."

"Xiaolan, are you used to living on the boat?" Natsue Usagi entered the restaurant wearing a sleeveless long dress with a stacked collar. She had long hair with bangs and looked pure, lovely and full of Chinese style.

It was completely different from the feeling his sister gave Gao Mo.

However, after experiencing a few cases, Gao Mo no longer dared to judge a woman based on her appearance.

"Ms. Xia Jiang?" Xiao Lan asked in surprise, "Why are you alone? Isn't Mr. Xiao Wu with you?"

Because Kogoro Mouri mistakenly got the return time wrong, they were finally brought on board by the kind-hearted Xia Jiang, and they became somewhat familiar with each other.

The newlyweds were always inseparable.

"Xiao Wu was called over by his grandfather." Xia Jiang smiled lightly with some worry in his eyes.

"Thank you so much, Miss Xia Jiang," Xiaolan said gratefully, "otherwise we might have to stay on the island for another three or four days."

"You're welcome."

Xia Jiang and Xiaolan sat at a table. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned to Gao Mo and said.

"Mr. Butler, could you please prepare some snacks and drinks?"

"Ok."

Gao Mo retreated in response, but still couldn't help but prick up his ears to eavesdrop.

The conversation became much quieter: "Mr. Maori, please don't say you are a detective. My grandfather hates detectives the most. He said that those who follow people all day and dig into their privacy are the most despicable..."

It turned out that he was being sent away as the housekeeper.

"Master Osamu might have misunderstood detectives," Maori Kogoro said, his face visibly embarrassed. He had taken on several cases in the past few days, all of which were indeed related to stalking. "I'm a famous detective who works with the police. I usually handle cases..."

……

It was approaching eight o'clock in the evening.

The members of the Yumoto family left the room one after another and came to the restaurant. There were not many people, but they were divided into four tables and were on guard against each other. They did not look like a family at all.

Fortunately, there was a reminder in the memo, so Gao Mo didn't have to rearrange the tableware.

"Butler Kindaichi," Uzumoto Shoji reminded him, straightening his collar. "I've prepared dinner. Can you help me?"

"This name always feels weird to me." Kogoro Mouri frowned and complained, still not liking this name.

It's not as easy to call him Kido-chan at all.

"it is good."

Gao Mo ignored the man with a mustache, and returned to the kitchen with Shoji Osamu with his hands behind his back.

Unlike the other members of the Usumoto family who all looked thoughtful, Usumoto Shoji wore a neat white suit. He was tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He spoke to everyone in a friendly manner and maintained his uncle image in front of the younger generation.

The personality noted in the notes is also quite normal.

Relatively speaking, the family of the eldest daughter Mariko is particularly abnormal.

Mariko is a snobbish person who can't wait to divide up the property. She has a husband who is submissive and humble and has an introverted and shy son.

Qiu Jiang and Long Nan, who are in conflict, are also a couple on the surface...

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Gao Mo pushed the dining cart into the restaurant.

It’s not particularly rich, just some simple meals, but they look very appetizing.

"Really? Where did that Long Nan wash his hands? He's so slow!"

Akijiang Yumoto was sitting at a table alone. When he saw Gao Mo serving the meal, he inadvertently leaned towards the dining cart, pulling her deep V-neckline open even wider.

Gao Mo didn't look away, but he still noticed that the woman's legs and feet were rubbing against each other gently - a fairy, right?

The familiar omen of death came to mind again.

Unlucky.

Why did they insist on dragging him into the death vortex of the case?

Gao Mo felt that he was being arranged.

Can't I just complete the task by taking it easy?

He just wants to develop honestly now...

A murderous gaze came from behind. It was Ryuo Uzumoto who had just returned from washing his hands. Seeing his wife's seductive behavior, his eyes darkened and his teeth clenched.

After his expression changed continuously for a while, Ryuo Tsumoto suppressed his anger and did not flare up.

Bitch! Bastard!

(End of this chapter)