"What, three clues, what's the connection?" Yukiko frowned and thought for a long time, and then seemed to think of something, and quickly picked up the photo to see, but it was still not right.
She quickly chased after Kogoro and whispered, "Kogoro, are you lying to me? What are these three clues!?"
But soon the two of them caught up with the Yabuuchi family, and Yukiko didn't open her mouth again, but instead reached out and wrapped her arms around Kogoro's arm, constantly pinching the flesh on his arm.
Women are really strange, every woman likes to attack people with their nails!
Unfortunately, Kogoro, who had an extraordinary physique, was already fully immune to this attack.
Because everyone had just seen the wound on the right leg of old man Yoshifusa, he even remembered the events of thirty years ago, so the people of the Yabuuchi gradually believed that he was their uncle.
The group separated in frustration, and Hiromi saw Yukiko wrapping her arms around Maori Kogoro, she couldn't help but frown, and rushed up with a smile and pull away Yukiko: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen Yukiko for a long time, I have something to say with her, let me borrow her first."
Maori Kogoro nodded and walked toward the courtyard by himself.
Seeing Kogoro far away from them, Hiromi looked at Yukiko with concern, "What the hell is wrong with you and Yusaku?" Is there something wrong with your marriage? "
"No, Yusaku is good in the United States, how can there be a problem?" Yukiko laughed, her little face full of aura, this marriage was fake at the beginning, what else could go wrong.
"What is your relationship with Mr. Mouri then? I just saw him kissing you in the back."
Yukiko's little face immediately turned red.
Hiromi seeing her expression said anxiously, "Yusaku is such a good person, and he is also a world-class speculative novelist, Shinichi has also grown up. Yukiko, I know that the needs of that aspect at this age are a bit big, but you can't cheat!"
Yukiko's small face turned red as she looked at her friend's anxious face: "I'm not cheating, you hear me? Also, how do I explain it to you…" she suddenly found that no explanation could be explained in this matter.
"If it's not a derailment, then I must be blind. Just looking at your actions, I know that you already have a leg with him, alas..." Hiromi sighs as she doesn't know how to convince her friend.
"But whoever called you my best friend, I'll help you hide it." Fortunately, this is a rural place in Gunma prefecture, and no one recognizes you, otherwise you will be waiting to be on the international front page."
Hiromi shook her head, and finally, her face turned to full of amazement: "Btw, as expected of you Yukiko, you're already near your 40s, but you can still hook up with such a superb man, tell me, how is his power in bed? Is he good? Is it big? Quick tell your best friend!"
Seeing the sharp change in attitude, Yukiko couldn't help but open her small mouth and was completely stunned, but she quickly reacted: "You bitch, how dare you say that I'm near 40s!"
A chestnut smashed directly into Hiromi's head.
"I tell you, my relationship with Mouri-kun is not at all what you think!" Yukiko said this sentence with full confidence.
Hiromi replied with an ambiguous look, "I understand, I understand! This kind of thing is very common in rural areas. "
"Do you want me to arrange the same room for you at night? I'll boil the water, and you can wash it together at night! "
Yukiko who heard this could only retreat, and sure enough, married women especially in rural places really have weird thoughts.
...
At almost eight o'clock in the evening, dinner began, because it was early spring and there was still some chill, so it was dinner at the warm table, and dinner was hot pot.
The warm table is where there is an electric heat dissipation under the middle of the table, there is a quilt hanging on the four sides to the ground, you can put your legs and feet on the table to heat up, and even the body directly into the inside to sleep is no problem, in the japan, this is a very common kind of furniture.
The warm table in the house was large, two meters wide and four meters long, and there was more than enough space for a dozen people to sit.
In front of the people, Yukiko and Hiromi were still politely saying, "Hiromi, this time I would like to thank you for preparing dinner and sleeping places for us."
"No need to, this is what I should do, I'm still afraid you're not satisfied with your 'sleep'?" Hiromi winked at Yukiko as she ordered the hot pot.
It was amusing for Kogoro to see these two women saying false words, especially Yukiko, who was obviously planning to come to live here, and in the duffel bag she had put in the trunk of the car before, in addition to her own change of clothes, even Kogoro's change of clothes was ready.
Kogoro already knew that this trip was not simple, he patted her back, full of energy, full of bullets, and would be able to withstand a battle to come.
Maori Kogoro and Yukiko sit next to each other, and the other people in the house come over one by one.
In the end, the old fat man appeared in the room with Carlos, and when he saw the hot pot, he couldn't help but sneer: "It's really good, eating hot pot today, then I can rest assured."
"I don't have to let Carlos help with poison tests every day."
Hiromi frowned involuntarily, "Uncle! "
"Carlos, sit down too!" The old fat man spoke to Carlos in Portuguese, and both sat down.
At this time, Kogoro also spoke in Portuguese: "Your name is Carlos, are you a mixture of brazilians and japan people?"
Carlos immediately spoke with a look of surprise: "You can also speak Portuguese!" The face of the old fat man next to him immediately changed dramatically: "Carlos, don't talk to him, the people here are not good people!"
Carlos' face was full of reluctance: "But..."
Kogoro smiled, and he didn't talk, and the old fat man looked at Kogoro, and his eyes were full of jealousy.
Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at Kogoro in surprise.
"Mr. Mouri, do you speak Portuguese?" Hiromi couldn't help but look at Kogoro in surprise.
"Oh, I've learned a greeting or two, and I just said hello to this man!" Kogoro did not want to be exposed, so he humbled himself.
The crowd looked at old man Yoshifusa, who was like a great enemy, and some of them could not help but be suspicious.
On the side, Yukiko quickly poked her small head over and whispered, "You have deceived others, you can't deceive me, the Portuguese greeting is not like this at all, when did you learn Portuguese?"
"I just flip through the books, it's not that hard."
It is indeed not difficult, Kogoro's IQ is very high, these foreign languages are really due to him casually flipping through the books after reading, now reading books for Kogoro is no fun at all.
Without the pleasure of exploration, it is all about filling the head with knowledge, too mechanical, too tedious, no fun at all.
The same is true of literature, any foreshadowing, inverse comparison, dark line at a glance, no surprises, no waves, no interest.
So Kogoro didn't read any more books after reading all the books in the Tokyo library.
But all the books in the Tokyo library were in his mind and ready to be extracted. With his knowledge at this moment, he can be said to know astronomy and geography from above, except for some too remote languages, he is proficient in more than a hundred foreign languages, and it's enough to cope with ninety-nine percent of human beings on this earth.
"Heh, you really can brag, if you don't want to say it then don't." Yukiko wrinkled her nose and turned around, picked up the chopsticks and ate.
...
Just then, at about eight o'clock, the phone in the room rang.
Hiromi rushed over to answer, "Mom... yeah, it's a little inconvenient to take a shower today... Mom, what's wrong with you? ... oh, okay..."
Hiromi hung up the phone and said, "looks like she found a new boyfriend at a party, and she was close to other men while talking on the phone!" the yellow-haired man Yoshiyuki frowned, "This woman is really good, Dad has only been gone for more than a month, and she has found a boyfriend again."