Chapter 681 People should be able to choose what they choose as a gift, right?

"Okay, dad, stop joking!"

At this time, Masuko Tsuchiya returned to the living room with a tray: "Detective Fujino already knows that you are a detective fan of Detective Fujino!"

Kikuemon couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyebrows: "Did you say that?!"

"yes."

Tsuchiya Masuko placed the tea cup on the table: "I already said it when I invited you yesterday."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask."

"..."

Just when the old man was being fucked speechless by his daughter-in-law, two heads suddenly popped out of the sliding door outside the living room and said unexpectedly: "Hey, is that famous high school detective really here?"

"Yeah, it looks exactly like the one in the newspaper."

"The rumors are correct, the eyes are indeed black!"

"Of course it's black!"

Kikuemon calmed down and stopped pretending. He looked at the two people outside the door and shouted seriously: "A representative classic black suit, and black pupils like a pitch-black star, otherwise Fujino Why is the detective called BLACK?"

Fujino: "..."

So can we not mention the nickname?

Inexplicably, it reminded him of the Earth Lady Team.

I also made up metaphors.

Maoli is so angry...

"By the way, Detective Fujino, let me introduce you..."

Kikuemon turned around and introduced the two heads.

Among them, the one with a square head is named Seto Ryuichi, and the one with an armor-shaped head is named Arita Yoshihiko.

These two heads are his disciples and are now learning pottery making techniques from him.

I also specifically mentioned that Yoshihiko Arita has made rapid progress recently, and Ryuichi Seto seems to have encountered a bottleneck in making pottery recently...

Fujino didn't understand. The introducer just introduced the person, so why did he need to talk about the recent study progress of the two people.

He just thought that the two of them learning pottery had nothing to do with him...

Is it possible that this old man still wants him to become a student?

"Come on Seto."

Tsuchiya Masuko chuckled and encouraged Seto Ryuichi: "People say that the name of the sixth generation [Kikuemon] will be passed down to you. If you don't work hard, you will live up to everyone's expectations." oh."

"I understand, Miss Masuko."

Seto Takashi nodded, and then changed the topic: "But speaking of which, which piece of pottery did Detective Fujino choose?"

"Don't be too impatient, I haven't told him about this yet."

Kikuemon chuckled lightly, and then said to Fujino: "That's it, Detective Fujino, it's rare for you to come to my place as a guest, and I don't have any gifts to give you. After thinking about it, I will I thought of giving you one of my excellent collections.”

As he said that, he looked around at the pottery in the room: "You can choose the things in this room. As long as you like it, just take it!"

Masuko Tsuchiya next to her echoed: "By the way, everything in this room costs no less than a million!"

"???"

Fujino silently typed a series of question marks and glanced at Sonoko beside him in confusion.

No, Yuanzi, have you stolen my account?

How come you stole my great prophecy skill?

"???"

Yuanzi was also full of questions at this time, and his eyes were filled with confusion full of wisdom.

She just mentioned it casually and really gave it away?

"Eh?!"

Unlike the two people who were confused, Xiaolan couldn't help but be surprised: "Not less than a million?!"

Haiyuan Ai clenched his chin and glanced at the bottles and jars on the shelf in disbelief.

Although she knew that pottery was valuable, she didn't think there was anything special about these things...

How can one exchange for several Fusha painted bags?

But it is pottery after all...it should be this price.

"Well..."

Fujino picked up the black tea cup in his hand and took a sip of the warm tea. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a bit too expensive. I'm just here to sit here. I don't get reward for no work..."

"Wherever there is, I just make it myself. It's just a little more expensive to sell it."

Kikuemon waved his hand: "But if you must say so, then Detective Fujino, you can give me an autographed business card..."

"Snapped!"

Before the little old man could finish his words, he was startled by a snapping sound.

After regaining his composure, he looked at the table and was stunned.

A white business card has been photographed on the table by Fujino.

There is still undried pen and ink on it.

Kikuemon: "..."

When did you do it? Is it done?

This action is really fast...

After a moment of silence, the little old man silently put Mingqian into his pocket: "In that case, Detective Fujino, do you have anything you like?"

"You can choose everything in the house...seriously?"

"really!"

"That's it..."

Fujino groaned, stood up and looked around.

Since it is in this room, you can give whatever you choose...

That person should be able to choose, right?

Fujino thinks this makes sense.

Immediately, he first glanced at Maori Ran Suzuki Sonoko, and finally settled on Haibara Ai.

Haibara Ai:"???"

What do you see me doing?

Although I don’t know what you are thinking, why do you always feel a little inappropriate?

Could it be that you want me?

Fujino and the ignorant Xiao Ai looked at each other without looking too long, and then looked at Masuko Tsuchiya beside him with his peripheral vision.

This person is too old, a little fat, and not cost-effective...

Let's choose something else...

Fujino withdrew his gaze and did not continue to look at the people around him. Instead, he looked at the tea cups around him, and his mind began to constantly recall the pottery that he had written down last night.

After just a brief inspection, Fujino walked back to the table and sat down.

"What's wrong?"

Kikuemon was confused, "Is it because there is nothing you like among those pottery?"

"That's not true."

Fujino silently picked up the black teacup in his hand: "I think this teacup is pretty good, so I chose this one."

"Nani?!"

"Eh?!"

"Why did you choose this!"

The other people in the room were surprised.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaolan was confused for a moment: "Is there anything wrong with the teacup that Fujino-senpai chose?"

"No, no, no, no problem, of course no problem."

The corner of Kikuemon's mouth tilted slightly: "I can only say that I am truly a famous detective. I picked my most proud piece of work right away. It seems that I won the bet!"

"bet?"

"Yes, actually I made a bet with some of my apprentices just before to see what Detective Fujino would choose. This is what I bet on."

Kikuemon looked at the tea cup and explained: "This is one of my most proud works, but it is a rare masterpiece that is called a world-renowned utensil by experts."

"I see……"

Fujino looked at the cup in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

He had seen this cup in the information given by Hiroki Sawada. It was said that the starting price of the auction should be 10 million+.

"But dad..."

Tsuchiya Masuko hesitated.

"Okay Masuko, no need to say more. Since Detective Fujino has chosen this one, it means that he is destined to this one."

Kikuemon waved his hand, "That's what fate is like. To be honest, if it were someone else, I wouldn't bear the pain to part with you, but since it's Detective Fujino, it doesn't matter."

Kikuemon said and couldn't help but be curious: "But actually, I'm a little curious, Detective Fujino, how did you come up with this?"

Fujino: "..."

What do you think I should say?

You don’t really think I’m reasoning, right?

Is it possible that I saw the answer ahead of time?

Of course, if you read the answer or something, you definitely can’t say it out loud.

Since the old gentleman thinks so highly of him, he has to maintain his personality, right?

Fujino thought for a moment, coughed slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Actually, you already told me the answer, didn't you?"