Chapter 270 Yukiko's Bad Taste

"Oh, so the person who was planned to be killed was Fujieda Kan'ao."

Hiki Eri said while driving.

In the passenger seat, Xiaolan couldn't help but wonder, "Mom, do you know him?"

"Well, I can't say I know him, I just heard about him."

In the back of the car, Conan also pricked up his ears curiously.

"I heard that he did a lot of bad things when he was young, but in the end, he skillfully captured the heart of the capitalist's daughter and successfully married into her family."

"Later, he used the assets he got from marriage to do some illegal business behind the scenes. Speaking of which, he is a despicable villain who only makes dirty money."

"So, is that young lady the client this time?"

"Hmm? Probably not. I heard that his wife, that young lady, died of illness half a year ago. The client this time should be his remarried wife."

Hiki Eri said lightly, as if she was accustomed to these things, but Xiaolan's face suddenly became very strange, even a little ugly, "Remarried, but his wife just passed away not long ago"

For women, especially young girls, this matter is almost unacceptable. After all, the dirty adult world is separated from them by a thick barrier called "school".

Eri Kisaki could predict Xiaolan's reaction, and she did not comfort her or explain it. Xiaolan had grown up, and there was no need for her to hide such things and create the illusion of a perfect and illusory world for her.

"In short, it is certain that this client should not really want to protect the other party's life."

In the back seat of the car, Conan was stunned when he heard this, but he soon reacted. He felt secretly shocked in his heart. Eri Kisaki's sharp insight was simply not at the same level as Maori Kogoro.

And he did not think as deeply and comprehensively as Eri Kisaki.

This, after being with Maori Kogoro for a long time, his brain is a little slow?

——

Setagaya District, Fujieda House.

A villa that looks exquisite is located next to a wide road with little traffic.

The setting sun is spreading, and the faint golden red sunset glow fills the sky.

Koji Shimizu parked the car in the parking lot next to him, and Yukiko got out of the car, still muttering, "Koji-kun, it's agreed that the journey back is left to me."

Yukiko was wearing a simple casual outfit, off-white slim trousers, and an orange long-sleeved shirt. This rather ordinary outfit made her look tall, but it could not hide her special feminine charm at all.

To be honest, when she saw Koji Shimizu's car for the first time, Yukiko Kudo was also shocked.

She lives in the United States and loves cars. Although Koji Shimizu's car is not the kind of sports car she likes, its value and performance are far superior to ordinary sports cars, not to mention the safety guarantee, as well as the special title of the president's car.

As for the origin of this car, Koji Shimizu explained that it was given by a rich lady. Naturally, she kept asking, but Koji Shimizu said nothing in the end.

This made her seem a little angry, but Shimizu Koji, who had roughly understood her personality, didn't care.

Yukiko seemed to be similar to Haibara Ai in this respect. Going along with her would often only backfire.

"Yeah, I'll let you drive when I get back."

Rarely, Shimizu Koji was a little helpless when asked. Yukiko had asked this question more than ten times, as if she was deliberately torturing him.

And this torture started before he went out. Touching his face and feeling the light makeup on his face, Shimizu Koji still found it hard to believe that Yukiko had only applied makeup on his face for half an hour, and he completely turned into another person.

The Thousand-Faced Witch of Vermouth seemed to be just like this. Shimizu Koji was in a rather strange mood. How could he disguise himself no matter who he met?

He had been trying hard to find Kid before.

At this moment, Kaito didn't know where he had forgotten him to. Anyway, Shimizu Koji had no time and reason to find him for the time being.

Turning his head and glancing at her, Shimizu Koji saw the mischievous smile in Yukiko Kudo's eyes, and he couldn't help but become even more speechless.

Conan's trouble-making and show-off personality are all inherited from her, oh, and he has to be a little careful.

"Let's make it clear in advance that if we bump into each other, Yukiko, you have to take responsibility."

"Eh? How can you be so stingy, Koji, who is favored by the legendary super rich lady!"

"This is not a question of being stingy or not, right?! Also, I am Yusaku Kudo now, this is what you asked, pay attention to the name."

Shimizu Koji's tone was rarely hesitant.

"I know, I know~~~, Yusaku——, um, this doesn't sound good, how about I call you dear?"

?

Shimizu Koji had a question mark on his forehead and rolled his eyes, "You can call me whatever you want."

Yukiko smiled teasingly, stuck out her tongue, and finally, she didn't continue to pester him.

She looked at Shimizu Koji's eyes, which seemed to want to complain, and finally felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Kouji Shimizu always behaved coldly in front of her (which was actually quite good). A male high school student was actually indifferent to her charm that could not be placed anywhere! ? For Yukiko, this was undoubtedly a provocation.

Humans always have bad tastes. When they see enthusiastic people, they want them to be cold, and when they see cold people, they want them to be enthusiastic.

To give another vivid example, men always like to comfort homeless young ladies in KTV. Anyway, people always like to turn things to the opposite side. It can be said that this is a cat nature.

This point is very prominent in Yukiko.

Kouji Shimizu no longer paid attention to Yukiko. He looked at the person who came at the door, a white-haired old man in a suit, who should be the butler.

"Hello, I'm the housekeeper here, Naoki Kusahachi. May I ask who you are?"

"Ahem, I'm Kudo Yusaku, a friend of Mr. Fan of this family."

Kouji Shimizu was still a little uncomfortable. This disguise was unnecessary, but Yukiko.

Kouji Shimizu could only say that this woman's ears were so strange and her bad taste was so strong that she was definitely the best among the people he had ever met.

"Oh, it's Master Fan's guest. Please come this way."

Naoki Kusahachi's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't say much. He just turned around and took the two to the villa, then turned around and left.

"He just left like that?"

Yukiko was a little curious. Naoki Kusahachi didn't look like a high-handed housekeeper, but he did seem a little cold to them.

"He should have other guests. He looked hurried and was surprised when he saw us. He was at the door, so he shouldn't be waiting for us."

Kouji Shimizu said lightly with clear eyes.

Yukiko turned her head curiously upon hearing this, and immediately stared at the profile of Shimizu Koji. She blinked, and then blinked again.

"Wow, Koji-kun, when you say this, you really look like Yusaku, no, that's not right, you are even cooler than Yusaku himself!"

Three black lines suddenly appeared on Shimizu Koji's forehead. He really couldn't stand it. Although he didn't hate it, it was really inexplicably tormenting.

He also didn't like to cheat with other people's faces, and Yukiko's starry eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

"Are you praising your husband? I don't like this."

"Hey, no, no, Koji-kun, although I said I put on makeup, I don't mean to praise that guy."

"That's it." Yukiko even had a word problem. She paused, and finally said, "Your temperament just now is exactly the same as Yusaku who was full of vigor and vitality back then."

"Alas"