Chapter 489

"Flash floods?"

When mingshikuanren is preparing curry, Gao Cheng and Yuanzi borrow the landline telephone in the living room. Xiaoai has food to prepare, but because of the torrents, the fire worshippers can't come to meet them, and so can Yuanzi's villa.

At least today they can't go back to qingjingze villa.

"Said the road because of debris flow collapse, tomorrow can come to pick us up..." Yuan Zi put down the phone and looked at Gao Cheng helplessly.

"In that case," Wen Yan, a man named mingshikuan, who served curry in the kitchen, said with a smile, "you will live in my house tonight, and there are just a lot of spare quilts at home..."

"Oh, really?"

"It doesn't matter."

Mingshikuan handed Conan a plate of fried rice with eggs: "come on, curry rice is a little spicy. Let's have fried rice with eggs."

"Good."

"Mr. Mingshi, won't your father come down to eat?"

"My father is a little eccentric. I'll just send it up later."

"So."

"But to be honest," Uncle Maori said in a good mood as he could not stop eating curry. "This curry is delicious, just like the one in the restaurant, and it's my favorite spicy flavor!"

"Well," Xiao Lan took a taste and exclaimed, "Mr. Mingshi, your wife's cooking skill is very good..."

"No," he shook his head. "I cooked this. My wife died of illness three years ago today."

"No... sorry..."

"Nothing."

Mingshi Kuanren went back to the kitchen and said, "when I was a tennis coach, I had to cook for the players in order to adjust their physical strength, so the cooking level might be better than my wife..."

"Is it?"

Gao Cheng looks at Mingshi Kuan who is as busy as a housewife: "no wonder when I see Mr. Mingshi on the tennis court today, I feel like I have something on my mind."

"Oh, I just remember when I first met my wife on the tennis court..."

Mingshikuan's face showed a trace of nostalgia. He put a plate of curry rice on the plate, put the tableware and a glass of water on it.

"Well, I'm going to send the curry rice to my father upstairs... You're welcome. If you want to add another bowl, you can do it yourself..."

"Ah, good."

Gao Cheng grabs his chopsticks and looks at mingshikuan as he goes through the kitchen, carrying his plate upstairs.

It's really a strange family. Unconsciously, it reminds him of the flood of horror movies, lost, old houses in the mountains, overnight, strange father and son... All the elements are complete.

It's also very similar to the beginning of the homicide case. They are the only guests. There is no injustice or hatred. The young man doesn't look like a murderer, but the eccentric old man is a little dangerous.

Gao Cheng shakes his head and continues to solve the curry in front of him.

Anyway, just be careful. There's nothing serious with him, and Conan shouldn't be careless. Stay one night and leave tomorrow morning.

It's eight o'clock after dinner. After taking a hot bath, Gao Cheng finds a copy of "fishing door" in the glass cabinet next to the living room. He and Conan look through it attentively. Yuan Zi tells Xiao Lan about the daily life between girls. Only uncle Maori is still eating curry.

Gao Cheng raised his eyelids and looked at the chewing uncle.

"Mr. Kuanren is so slow," the garden looked up at the bell and said, "it's been forty minutes..."

"What's so strange about his weird dad?" Uncle Maori took another mouthful of curry and looked at the light rope hanging from the table. "But this one looks really unpleasant. This extra long electric light cable is really bad for the eyes. I feel no appetite when I see it..."

"You're already eating your third curry, uncle," Gao Cheng couldn't help interrupting. "You have a much better appetite than me."

Uncle's face was indignant, and he always felt that the light cable in front of him was mocking himself: "hum, I can eat more without this cable..."

"This rope is lengthened because of my father," Mingshi Kuanren said, returning to the living room. "He said that if he is old and hunched, he can pull it too..."

"Uncle Mingshi," Conan said curiously, "just going to deliver curry rice. Why did it take so long to come down?"

"Well," mingshikuan said with a wry smile, and sat down beside him with a plate of curry. "Because dad said some strange things, I don't know if I'll talk about it now."

"Strange words?"

"Well, it's like saying 'I want to die, what else do I need rice for'? It seems that my wife and daughter-in-law have all left first, and they feel that they have a very annoying relationship... But now they're better, so there's no need to worry about eating his favorite curry..."

"It's... Is it?" Xiaolan and Yuanzi are more afraid.

When Uncle Maori decided to eat the fourth bowl, Gao Cheng finally finished "Introduction to fishing".

There are many things in the book, from the preparation of fishing tackle to the selection of fishing location to the fishing method. In particular, it records a seemingly complicated method of fishing line knot, which seems to be the same as that used by uncle in the daytime., Yuan Zi secretly looked at the introduction to fishing and said in surprise, "Mr. Kuanren, do you like fishing, too?"“ Ah no, "Mingshi Kuanren was stunned." this is the book my wife bought three years ago, but I haven't seen her fishing. Maybe she wants to wait for her illness to get better... "" hold, sorry... "Gao Cheng suddenly feels that the book on his hand is heavy“ It's OK, "Mingshi Kuanren said with a smile." anyway, it's good for my wife to put it here, so that someone can see it... You didn't fall into the river because of fishing today, did you“ Yes, ha ha. " Gao Cheng laughs twice, and doesn't hit the black faced uncle next to him. There are still some people who look down on uncle. Such a complicated fishing line knot can be broken. After all, it's not too young to live and understand. It's still raining outside. In the deep forest, only this old villa is lit. It seems that few people have built their house in such a deep mountain. According to Mingshi Kuanren, it's two or three kilometers to the nearest supermarket. It's not very close to the tennis court. It's just a quick drive. After all, this is the area of qunma County... Gao Cheng studied the method of fishing line knot for a while, determined that he would not be able to do it well for a while and a half, and then left "Introduction to fishing" to Conan. In addition, he found some books to read. If there's nothing unexpected about the villa, it's settled. Xiao AI's ability doesn't need to worry. The rest is to recruit a maid and set up a detective office. Since qingjingze is a villa settlement of the upper class, it is estimated that when you come here for a holiday, you can also accept some entrustments. You don't have to worry about fame and contacts. It's much better than staying in the rice flower all the time. In the kitchen, mingshikuan started to wash the dishes after he had finished cleaning the dishes. Looking at the time, he said to Xiao Lan who was helping him: "could you please help me take down my father's plate?"“ OK, no problem. "“ But my father is a little neurotic, eating is also very slow, if the room light is still on, it should not eat, you quietly back, do not make a sound“ All right The clock in the living room swings back and forth. As time goes by, Xiao Lan comes back quietly down the stairs. Uncle Maori first goes to the bathroom to take a bath, leaving everyone to rest in the living room. Gao Cheng puts down his book and yawns in boredom. Seeing that Mingshi Kuanren is going to teach Yuanzi to play tennis, his eyelids jump“ Mr. Mingshi, "Gao Cheng stood up and grabbed Yuanzi's tennis racket." in fact, I'm particularly interested in tennis... "" what? " "The garden son annoys a way," clearly want to teach me first“ Mr. Mingshi said he would teach me during the day, right“ That's right... "Mingshi Kuanren helped Gao Cheng correct his swing posture with a bitter smile“ But is he really interested in tennis? "“ Of course, "Gao Cheng affirmed," I wanted to play tennis on the tennis court today... "" this, this. " Mingshikuan's face was a little stiff. It didn't seem to say that during the day, and he didn't bring tennis and rackets“ Well, have you ever played tennis before? Hold the racket like this... "Gao Cheng's forehead sweats:" I haven't played for many years... "Conan holds his chin to see Gao Chengxue's basic posture. I've never seen Chenghu play tennis before, and I've never heard of it. However, I heard that mamei, who was in the same class of Chenghu, said that the worst thing this guy did in high school was sports, and he didn't take part in club activities, so he still doesn't know where to learn fencing. Was it hidden on purpose before“ TA ta... "The pendulum clock rings in Gao Cheng's dallying. At ten o'clock in the evening, even yuan Zi sits down with Conan, holding his chin to see Mingshi Kuan's hands to teach Gao Cheng to swing“ Is he true or false? " The garden could not help shouting“ I feel like it's true. " Conan decided“ Well, no matter what, it's time to finish the curry, "Xiao Lan looked at the time and got up." I'll go up again and take the tableware down. "“ Ah, "mingshikuan wiped his sweat and said with an apologetic smile," I'm sorry to trouble you. Generally, my father should have gone to bed at this time. Don't disturb him. "