nycdaug Chapter 644 Thinking of Peach
Chapter 644 Thinking of Peach
01 didn't react until Qianzhu left the room. He stood there in a daze for a long time before he suddenly came to his senses.
[The person who freed the host... was he the murderer of his parents?]
[If that is the case…]
[It is indeed a relief for the host to be free from the parents who ignored and abused him...]
[But, when his parents were killed, they were still planning to prepare a birthday cake for him...]
[This is totally impossible for the parents? Why did their attitude suddenly change? Is it just because the host pretended to be a good and cute child in front of them?]
01I can’t figure it out. I totally can’t figure it out.
It's become a mess.
It now suddenly wants to go to that space and see what happened afterwards!
Today, Chitake, Mao Lilan and others made an appointment to go to one of Suzuki Sonoko's villas.
So after he was ready, he waited for Kogoro Mouri to come and pick him up.
Although he originally planned to go directly to the Mouri Detective Agency by himself, his plan was stopped by Mouri Ran and the others because the weather forecast said it would snow today.
He was so scared that he suddenly fainted in the snow.
While waiting for Kogoro Mouri to come, Chitake went upstairs to his room and closed the window that he had opened in the morning. Before drawing the curtains, he just saw Kogoro Mouri driving a rented car to the outside of Chino's house.
At the same time, he also caught a glimpse of an interesting guy appearing in a corner.
Qianzhu pulled the curtains as if nothing had happened, went to the living room, took the prepared luggage, and went out.
Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko were also in the car, as well as Conan, who sat in the passenger seat because he had a cold.
"Chitake! How did you rest last night?" Suzuki Sonoko asked as she moved towards Xiaolan.
"Not bad." Qian Zhu said with a smile.
It was really good, just like usual.
I could wake up from pain at any time.
Seeing that he seemed to be in good spirits, they stopped asking questions and started chatting about other topics.
Qianzhu, who was occasionally mentioned, also responded in a disjointed manner.
Nearly two hours later, they arrived at Suzuki Sonoko's family's new villa in the mountains, ending the somewhat long drive.
Look at this bridge, look at this villa, look at the increasingly strong snowstorm, look at Conan who is sick with a cold, the familiar snowstorm villa mode is about to start again.
If Chitake didn't know clearly that Suzuki Sonoko would never bring them to the same villa to play, he would have thought that this was a repeat of the two episodes of Bandage Freak or Perfect Crime.
As for why Chitake was sure that a murder would occur, excluding the reason of the sick little Corgi, it was not just them who came to the villa to play, there were also netizens that Suzuki Sonoko met on the chat website.
After entering the villa, Qianzhu glanced at the few people who came out to greet the host Suzuki Sonoko and then looked away.
Don't know, not interested.
If he hadn't rejected their invitations too many times recently and his social life hadn't been less than or equal to zero, he might not have planned to come this time.
But if he didn't come, there would be no way for certain people to have the opportunity to enter his house and investigate thoroughly.
However, since they entered his home at will, it should be understandable that he created some small accidents to gain some small benefits as compensation.
While Qianzhu was thinking about these things, he still had a smile on his face. No one could guess what he was thinking through this gentle smile.
"This person is called Chino Chitake, and she's a composer~"
When introducing his identity, Suzuki Sonoko acted mysterious.
Qianzhu's smile deepened slightly and he nodded towards them, "Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Chino."
Opposite them were three men and three women. One pair of men and women acted very intimately with each other, and you could tell at a glance that they were a couple.
"Today's lineup is quite luxurious..." Qian Zhu murmured almost silently.
The man in the couple is a tall and thin guy with a handsome look. I heard that he is a novelist named Okazaki Naganobu. The woman has an elegant temperament and happens to be the editor-in-chief of her boyfriend, whose name is Okada Sumiie.
Another pair of men and women who seem to have a close relationship are brother and sister. The brother is called Kawabata Nagi, a cartoonist, and the sister happens to be his assistant, called Kawabata Megumi.
There is also a male named Furuya Shinnosuke, who is currently unemployed but dresses like a rich second-generation. The last female is Harada Yumiko, who usually writes manuscripts at home and submits them to publishers.
Except for Shinnosuke Furuya, their professions seem to have nothing to do with each other on the surface, but in fact they are somewhat related.
And there doesn't seem to be much connection between them. They all gathered here because of Suzuki Sonoko.
It's just on the surface, who knows what's going on in private?
Qianzhu looked at them, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, barely perceptible.
Before going to the room that had been arranged long ago, Qianzhu gave the young man who was dressed like a rich second-generation a look as if he was looking at a dead person.
However, the other party did not receive it, and even if he did, he might have just glanced at it unintentionally.
Furuya Shinnosuke, who had no idea of the tragic fate that would follow, was still trying enthusiastically to talk to Kawabata Megumi, but was blocked by Kawabata Nagi intentionally or unintentionally.
He could tell at a glance that this guy had bad intentions, so how could he let his sister talk to him?
What are you thinking about, brother? I'm thinking about Peach.
Kawabata Megumi didn't know what kind of naive little sister she was. She glanced at Furuya Shinnosuke and shrugged indifferently, then chatted with Mouri Ran and the others and went back to their respective rooms.
As for their lunch, the unimportant housekeeper told them that it would be ready in an hour and they could just come down to the living room then.
Qianzhu returned to the room and looked at the time. It was now ten twenty-three.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes slightly, then found a bottle of eye drops from his luggage and put them in his eyes.
After closing his eyes and relaxing for a while, he casually wiped away the remaining potion that had slid down his cheek.
Just then there was a knock on the door. He put the eye drops in place, wiped the wet corners of his eyes, and got up to open the door.
"Conan? What's wrong?"
"Ahem, Qianzhu, do you also think those people are a little strange?" Because of a cold, Conan coughed a few times and spoke in a muffled voice through the mask.
"What?" He lowered his voice and it was a little hoarse, causing Qianzhu to have trouble hearing it clearly.