Chapter 17

Mao Li Lan blinked her curious, large eyes.

Hearing no notification sound of an increase in favorability, Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly.

This girl is not shallow.

Truly a target worth conquering.

Conan looked at Akaso Kaze, his small brows tightly locked.

This person looks very familiar; it seems he has seen him somewhere before.

Mao Li Kogoro asked solemnly: "Akaso-san is too polite. I wonder which room you are staying in?"

"The entire building is mine."

Akaso Kaze replied indifferently.

The entire building...

What a wealthy tycoon!

Much stronger than my father.

Looking at the young man who had just turned twenty, admiration appeared in Mao Li Lan's eyes.

Conan was instantly displeased and asked with a feigned cuteness: "Big brother is so rich, you must come from a great family, right?"

Akaso Kaze looked at Conan with a smile: "There is no great family with the surname Akaso; my wealth was all earned by myself."

Mao Li Lan's gaze became even more admiring.

"This little friend, what is your name?"

Akaso Kaze wore a kind smile.

The shrunken Kudo Shinichi could only bow respectfully: "I am Edogawa Conan. Please take care of me, big brother."

Akaso Kaze nodded.

I will take good care of you.

He smiled and said to Mao Li Kogoro: "Little friend Edogawa seems very cute. Has he started school yet?"

While speaking, he casually reached out and rubbed Conan's small head forcefully a few times.

Refreshing; it feels like petting a cat or teasing a dog.

Rub your sister!

Conan cursed inside, but had to put on a well-behaved expression.

Mao Li Kogoro said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Akaso-san. Next week, Conan will be entering the first grade!"

"Oh! Then I must congratulate little friend Edogawa."

Akaso Kaze said casually.

Having been in school for over twenty years without reaching the second grade, it is indeed worth congratulating.

And Conan had already started rolling his eyes wildly!

I am a high school student; what is there to congratulate about entering the first grade?

Knock, knock.

A knocking sound rang out.

Mao Li Lan got up to open the door.

"It's you? What are you here for?"

The girl's face was full of displeasure.

"I'm here to pay Detective Mao Li his commission."

The middle-aged man wearing glasses had a triumphant smile on his face.

"Yo, I've come at a bad time; you have guests. Hello, my name is Abe Yutaka, and I am also a client of Mr. Mao Li."

The middle-aged man introduced himself.

So it's him.

Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly.

Mao Li Kogoro had taken a huge tumble because of him, almost becoming the laughingstock of the detective world.

Akaso Kaze calmly sized up Abe Yutaka.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a kind face.

One could not tell at all that he was someone who had planned a precise murder case and killed his closest friend.

"I will not accept your commission."

Mao Li Kogoro's face was gloomy, "I will definitely overturn your alibi!"

"Then you'd better hurry, Detective Mao Li. Because I've already bought a plane ticket for nine o'clock tonight, and I'll be going abroad in a few hours, hahaha."

Abe Yutaka's laughter was very punchable.

"What? You're leaving?" Mao Li Kogoro clenched his fists.

Conan's brows were also tightly locked.

Once Abe Yutaka escaped abroad, it would be too late even if evidence were found.

Akaso Kaze, meanwhile, sat on the side eating melon.

He had just arrived; he couldn't just leave immediately.

And looking at this Abe Yutaka, he shouldn't be staying long.

He was just here to show off.

Many criminals who commit high-IQ crimes always want others to know, wanting to watch others rack their brains and fail to solve the case.

But what does this have to do with me?

Akaso Kaze couldn't be bothered to care.

He started practicing magic.

Using the Void Eye to scan back and forth over Mao Li Kogoro and Conan.

These two detectives have encountered so many dead people; why is there no soul left on them?

Huh?

Akaso Kaze was suddenly stunned.

In front of Abe Yutaka's forehead, in the middle of his very neatly combed hair, a small, pitch-black head poked out.

In the vision of the Void Eye, it emitted an unusual light, very conspicuous.

He immediately moved the Void Eye over.

A thin, small soul was lying on Abe Yutaka's head, hugging a slightly curly hair.

Is this the soul of the deceased?

Mind Hand.

Two illusory fingers reached out and pinched that hair.

"Ouch!"

Abe Yutaka couldn't help but cry out, covering his forehead.

This is damn weird; how does it feel like someone pulled one of my hairs?

Abe Yutaka's heart skipped a beat.

Having done a guilty deed, he feared ghosts pulling his hair.

He took out the check he had prepared long ago and threw it on the ground.

With a cold snort: "Fine, I don't feel like talking to you anymore. This 500,000 is the commission; we are square. I'm heading to the airport now." ===== CHAPTER 19 =====