Chapter 1015

"Mr. Akashi, your wife's cooking skills are truly excellent," Mouri Kogoro praised.

"No," Akashi Hiroto shook his head, "I cooked this. My wife passed away due to illness on this day three years ago."

"No, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing."

Akashi Hiroto returned to the kitchen and said: "When I was a tennis coach, I also had to cook for the players to adjust their physical strength, so my cooking level might be a little better than my wife's."

"Is that so?"

Akaso Kaze looked at Akashi Hiroto, who was busy like a housewife, while chewing: "No wonder I felt like you had something on your mind when I saw Mr. Akashi at the tennis court today."

"Oh, I was just reminded of the time I first met my wife at the tennis court."

A hint of nostalgia appeared on Akashi Hiroto's face as he placed a plate of curry rice on a tray, along with cutlery and a glass of water.

"Alright, I'm going to take the curry rice up to my father upstairs. You don't need to be polite; if you want another bowl, just help yourselves."

"Ah, okay."

Akaso Kaze watched Akashi Hiroto walk through the kitchen and go upstairs with the tray.

It really is a familiar situation.

Strange guests, an old house in the mountains, staying the night, a strange father and son... all the elements are complete.

It's very much like the beginning of a murder case.

It's just that the guests are only them, there's no grudge, and this young man doesn't look like a murderer.

That eccentric old man, however, is a bit dangerous.

Akaso Kaze shook his head and continued to finish the curry rice in front of him.

Regardless, just be careful. With him here, nothing major will happen. Stay for the night and leave tomorrow morning.

It was already eight o'clock after dinner. Akaso Kaze leaned on the sofa, listening to Sonoko and Ran talk about daily life between girls.

Conan lay to the side, bubbles forming from his nose.

Mouri Kogoro... was actually still eating curry rice.

Akaso Kaze looked at the uncle who wouldn't stop chewing.

"Mr. Hiroto is so slow," Sonoko looked up at the wall clock and said, "it's already been forty minutes."

"With that eccentric father of his, what's so strange about that?"

Mouri Kogoro ate another mouthful of curry, and while chewing, looked unhappily at the light cord hanging in front of his eyes on the table.

"This thing looks really unpleasant. This extra-long light pull cord is truly an eyesore; I lose my appetite just looking at it."

"You're already on your third bowl of curry rice, Uncle," Sonoko couldn't help but say, "your appetite is much better than mine."

Mouri Kogoro's expression was indignant, always feeling that the light pull cord in front of him was mocking him: "Hmph, if it weren't for this pull cord, I could eat even more."

"This cord was lengthened because of my father," Akashi Hiroto returned to the living room, "He said he wanted to be able to reach it even with his hunched back."

"Uncle Akashi," Conan asked curiously, "it's just delivering curry rice, why did it take so long to come down?"

"This?" Akashi Hiroto smiled bitterly and served a plate of curry rice to sit on the side, "Because my father said some strange things, so we ended up chatting until now without realizing it."

"Strange things?"

"Yes, saying things like 'I want to die, what's the use of food,' probably because he felt that his wife and daughter-in-law had both left first, and he felt he was a nuisance. But he's finally better now, started eating his favorite curry rice, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about."

"I-is that so?" Ran and Sonoko were even more frightened and leaned against Akaso Kaze.

Conan's eyes turned into dead fish eyes watching this.

Conan saw a book titled "Introduction to Fishing" on the table, picked it up, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Hiroto, do you like fishing too?"

"Ah, no," Akashi Hiroto was stunned for a moment, "This is a book my wife bought three years ago, but I never saw her fish. Maybe she wanted to wait until she recovered from her illness to go."

"Speaking of fishing, you fell into the river today because of fishing, right?"

"I suppose so, haha."

Conan gave two dry laughs.

It was still raining outside, and in the deep forest, only this old wooden villa had lights on. It seemed that indeed, not many people would build a house in such deep mountains.

According to Akashi Hiroto, it takes two or three kilometers to walk to the nearest supermarket, and it's not really that close to the tennis court either.

In the kitchen, after Akashi Hiroto finished cleaning the cutlery, he started washing the plates. He checked the time and said to Ran, who was helping on the side: "Could I trouble you to help bring my father's tray down?"

"Sure, no problem."

"But my father is a bit neurotic and eats very slowly. If the room light is still on, he probably hasn't finished eating yet. Just come back quietly and don't make any noise."

"Okay." Ran nodded.

The pendulum of the wall clock in the living room swung back and forth, and time passed bit by bit.

Ran came back down the stairs quietly. The light upstairs was still on; the old man probably hadn't finished eating yet.

Akaso Kaze didn't pay much attention either.