Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but laugh; it was rare to hear the word "superstition" from a witch.

550. Turning the tables

Koizumi Akako returned to normal, and the atmosphere in the back seat improved considerably.

Xiao Lan started pestering her to talk about topics like divination.

Koizumi Akako was happy to have the opportunity to demonstrate, so she gave her a brief explanation without involving any mysterious powers.

After listening, Xiaolan asked expectantly, "So, Hongzi, you must be able to do fortune telling too, right?"

Koizumi Akako's eyes darted around, "I...I do know how to do that..."

A glint flashed in Xiaolan's eyes, and she immediately leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Then can you—help me get tested?"

Koizumi Akako chuckled dryly a few times and said, "Ran, please let me finish. I do know how, but the divination tools are broken right now, so I can't help you for the time being."

Thinking of her innocent magic mirror, she felt a pang of pain in her heart again.

"That's right..."

Xiaolan was somewhat disappointed.

Meanwhile, the culprit, Lin Xiaofeng, was still comfortably eating the potato chips that Shirley handed him.

Just as things were peaceful on the bus, a person dressed in blue stood in the middle of the road ahead, waving and gesturing.

Lin Xiaofeng had no choice but to stop.

"Hi, are you going to the gatekeeper's house?"

In the wind and rain, a man wearing a blue raincoat walked out of the window and waved to him.

Seeing Lin Xiaofeng give him a commanding look, the man, fearing that his rash behavior would be misunderstood, quickly explained, "Sir, please don't misunderstand."

“This road leads up the mountain to the Damen family’s house, but it’s already night. I don’t think your destination is the mountain, so I guessed you might be guests going to the Damen family’s house.”

Lin Xiaofeng nodded slightly, looked him over, and said, "You must be from the Da Men family."

The man's eyes widened. "Sir, how did you know?"

Lin Xiaofeng said, "I've met Daimon Genichiro before, and he looks a lot like you."

The man breathed a sigh of relief. "That makes things easier. My name is Yoshiro Daimon, and I am the youngest son of Genichiro Daimon."

"

Actually, I haven't been back for a long time. I was delayed because I was watching the Showgirl Festival on the way, so I was wondering if I could trouble you to give me a ride..."

……

After getting into the gate, Sherry sat in the back seat.

This man, who is now a guitarist, is very talkative, but he only talks about embarrassing things about the Da family.

“My father is a man who will do anything for money. He is always angry with his family and always argues with my brother.”

"As for my brother's wife, she's always going out to play. I think they'll probably get divorced sooner or later."

"..."

Lin Xiaofeng glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Although Damascus has never had a good reputation, the saying "business is like war" is certainly true.

If Daimon Genichiro were a kind-hearted person, he might have gone bankrupt and jumped off a building long ago, and his son would naturally not have had the opportunity to run away from home.

After all, by then, the whole world will be home.

After finishing his own story, Yoshiaki Daimon looked at Lin Xiaofeng and said with a smile, "By the way, I haven't asked this gentleman's name yet. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

"You wouldn't happen to be some senior figure in our industry, would you?"

Lin Xiaofeng shook his head. "I'm not in the entertainment industry. My name is Lin Xiaofeng, and I'm a policeman."

Yoshiaki Daimon nodded. "Oh, so it's Mr. Hayashi..."

There was only a two-second silence in the car before he suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at Lin Xiaofeng as if he had seen a ghost, and exclaimed, "Wait, you, you are Detective Lin!"

"You're the one everyone calls 'Renlong'!"

Seeing his startled reaction, Koizumi Akako glared at him and scolded, "Hey, don't bother the driver, or you'll cause an accident and you won't be able to afford it."

Yoshiaki Daimon quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just too excited."

"Humph."

Koizumi Akako ignored him.

……

Yoshiaki Daimon is indeed very talkative.

After learning Lin Xiaofeng's identity, he chatted about the content of detective novels in the car. Although no one replied to him, he still talked about it with great interest.

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Ran even had a feeling that she had met Shinichi Kudo, but it wasn't a good feeling...

Without him noticing, the car stopped.

Everyone immediately jumped off the bus as if relieved.

Yoshiaki Daimon stared blankly at the place that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, muttering to himself: "Shallow little sho."

"So we've already arrived."

As a prominent family in the area, the Daimon family's residence, like the Yabuuchi family's, continued the antique architectural style.

Rain falls under the eaves, fish leap on the pond.

If you ignore the wet ground, it's quite picturesque.

.... ... ....

Ran walked ahead, holding Shirley in one arm and an umbrella, while Koizumi Akako deliberately slowed down a few steps and walked to Lin Xiaofeng's side.

"Here you go." She suddenly handed over a piece of paper.

Lin Xiaofeng looked at her face, which was gradually turning red, and then at the folded piece of paper in her hand. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is this? Could it be a love letter that you wrote to me, Hongzi?"

Without saying a word, Koizumi Akako threw a punch at him, but he caught it very casually.

Looking at her jade-like hands, Lin Xiaofeng teased, "Hongzi, are you angry because I found out about you?"

Koizumi Akako broke free, glaring at him angrily, and said, "I would never write you a love letter! Get this straight, I'm the master." She suddenly realized that, without her noticing, Lin Xiaofeng had taken over and become her master.

After saying that, Koizumi Akako, realizing she couldn't do anything to the other party, tossed her bright red hair and strode away angrily.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled gently as he watched her retreating figure.

Teasing the witch made him feel much better after being tormented by Yoshiaki Daimon.

Picking up the piece of paper she had just handed him, Lin Xiaofeng flicked his finger upwards, revealing a series of numbers on the paper, which appeared to be a phone number.

Looking at the red figure that had disappeared ahead, Lin Xiaofeng murmured:

"It's just a phone number, why are you blushing? I thought it was a home address or something..." Bu.

551. Sherry beat me to it.

The main gate of the house.

Yoshiaki Daimon, Yoshiaki's older brother, arrived at the entrance hall immediately after being informed by a maid.

Behind him followed a glamorous woman, who was none other than his wife, Kayoko Daimon.

The gatekeeper was very tall and imposing, and looked much more stoic, a stark contrast to the gatekeeper Ryosuke.

Upon seeing Daimon Yoshiro standing with everyone in the entryway, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "Yoshiro, didn't you say you wouldn't come back to the Daimon family until you became a famous guitarist in Japan?"

"So what's the meaning of bringing so many people back now?"

Yoshiaki Daimon sighed, "It's been at least five years since we brothers last saw each other. This isn't something an older brother should say."

The maid, Hojo Hatsuho, bowed slightly and said softly, "I think everyone should come in first."

"It's been raining heavily outside, so please come in and tidy up, guests."

Daiko glanced at her father and sneered, "It's not your place to talk nonsense in this place."

"You'd better figure out your place first!"

Hatsuho Hojo slowly lowered her head, without saying a word.

Lin Xiaofeng looked at Koizumi Akako, who was smiling as if watching a show, and said softly, "Akako, didn't you make an appointment to come to the gate as a guest?"

Koizumi Akako's smile faltered, and she looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What is an appointment? Isn't it enough to just come and visit?"

Xiaolan explained, "Hongzi, making a reservation means calling ahead to let people know you're coming to visit, so the host can prepare the guest room in advance."

Koizumi Akako's eyes darted around before finally settling on Lin Xiaofeng. With a hint of embarrassment, she asked, "So what do we do now?"

"Are these people going to kick us out?"

Just as Lin Xiaofeng was about to say a few words of comfort to her, Da Men Yishu, who was standing in the entrance hall, spoke up with a displeased look: "Lianglang, who exactly are these people behind you? Why don't you introduce them to me first?"

He glanced casually at Lin Xiaofeng and the others standing behind him, but didn't pay them any attention.

After all, in his opinion, how could his younger brother, who could fail as a guitarist, possibly know any important people?

Yoshiaki Daimon clearly noticed this as well, and a smile unconsciously crept into his eyes. Just as he was about to reveal Lin Xiaofeng's identity, a muffled cough came from the corridor.

A sturdy old man in a kimono strode out.

Seeing Yoshiaki Daimon, he exclaimed with delight, "Yoshiaki, you're finally back..."

Just as he was about to reprimand his rebellious youngest son, Daimon Genichiro suddenly saw the tall Lin Xiaofeng standing behind him and was so startled that he quickly took several steps back.

"Isn't this Detective Lin, Mr. Lin?!"

Lin Xiaofeng flicked his rain-drenched leather shoes and said casually, "President Daimon, I didn't expect that before we could even come in for a cup of hot tea, we wouldn't even be qualified to do so."

"The Da family is indeed a large and powerful family."

Daimon Genichiro's eagle-like eyes narrowed immediately as he glared at his eldest son and daughter-in-law, who stood dumbfounded beside him. Then, he shook his head with a wry smile.

"I really failed to raise my children properly. My eldest son is arrogant and blind to talent, while my youngest son is addicted to music and neglects his family."

"It's my fault for not raising my son properly."

The widespread blows dealt a heavy blow to Yoshiro Daimon's heart, leaving him feeling gloomy.

It seems my hobbies still haven't been recognized...

Daimon Genichiro then looked at Hojo Hatsuho beside him and instructed, "Hatsuho, hurry up and prepare guest rooms for Mr. Hayashi and his party. They are our Daimon family's distinguished guests, so you must not neglect them."

Hatsuho Hojo immediately nodded. "Yes, everyone, please follow me."

……

As you walk along the solid wood corridor with Hojo Hatsuho, the sound of each step is quite melodious.

Koizumi Akako glanced at Lin Xiaofeng secretly, pursed her lips, and said, "I didn't expect your reputation to be so useful. You managed to get that old man to obediently prepare a guest room for you without even having to ask beforehand."

Lin Xiaofeng waved his hand modestly, "It's just a small, undeserved reputation."

"cut."

Seeing that he was actually putting on an act, Koizumi Akako immediately regretted her loose tongue.

Yoshiaki Daimon addressed the four apologetically, "I'm truly sorry about earlier. My elder brother and sister-in-law treated you all that way because of me..."

“Because I ran away against their advice 5 years ago, they have always held a deep grudge against me.”

At this moment, Hojo Hatsuho, who was walking at the front, turned around and smiled gently, saying:

"No, if it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even have had the chance to see those people before I, who had received orders, asked them to leave."

"So this matter has nothing to do with you, Young Master Lianglang."

Yoshiaki Daimon sighed, "The image of our Daimon family in the eyes of outsiders is indeed not worth mentioning."

As you walk further ahead, rows of Japanese-style rooms come into view.

Hatsuho Hojo stopped at the door of the first room around the corner. "Alright, this is it. There are two rooms on the left, enough for the four of you to rest."

"As for Young Master Lianglang, please find any room across the street. I just thoroughly cleaned this area yesterday."