Watching the interaction between Shinji, Ran, and Eri Kisaki, Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting to the side, couldn’t sit still anymore.
As the second young lady of the Suzuki Financial Group, she was usually the one everyone fawned over.
But now, this handsome man only spoke to Ran and that lawyer lady from start to finish, not even sparing her a glance.
This made her very unhappy.
Extremely unhappy.
“Hey!
Mr.
Matou!”
Sonoko deliberately raised her voice, poking at the sashimi in her bowl with her chopsticks, “Since you’re in investment, do you know about our Suzuki Financial Group?
I am…”
“Suzuki Financial Group, of course I know it.”
Shinji turned his head and looked at this somewhat boisterous short-haired girl.
He certainly knew Suzuki Sonoko, a character who often served as the comic relief and the walking ATM in the original story.
But he didn’t show any fawning or awe.
“However, compared to the name of the financial group, I actually find Miss Suzuki herself more interesting.”
“Int…
interesting?”
Sonoko was stunned for a moment, not knowing if this was a compliment or an insult.
“Yes.”
Shinji put down his wine glass, picked up the serving chopsticks, and picked up a piece of marbled beef sushi.
He didn’t put the sushi into Sonoko’s bowl, but instead held it directly to her lips.
The whole room went silent.
Even Conan was so shocked that he dropped his spoon into his soup.
This was an extremely aggressive action.
In social etiquette, unless it is an extremely intimate relationship, feeding each other between the opposite sex is absolutely crossing the line.
Sonoko was completely dumbfounded.
She looked at the sushi inches away, then at Shinji’s smiling yet unsmiling eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
Shinji said softly, as if taming a noisy kitten.
Sonoko’s face instantly turned bright red, and her mind went blank.
It was a feeling of being strongly controlled that she, as a wealthy heiress, had never experienced before.
As if possessed, she opened her mouth.
Shinji placed the sushi into her mouth with a gentle motion, his fingertips brushing against her lips almost imperceptibly.
“How does it taste?”
He withdrew his hand and asked as if nothing had happened.
“De…
delicious…”
Sonoko chewed mechanically, her entire being in a state of system crash.
“As long as it’s delicious.”
Shinji smiled, pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, a flash of slyness in his eyes, “After all, while Miss Suzuki looked very cute when she was angry just now, it would be a pity if you went hungry.
A beauty full of vitality like you is an indispensable seasoning at any banquet.”
After this combo, Sonoko was completely conquered.
It was both overbearing and gentle.
Both overstepping and gentlemanly.
“Is…
is this what a domineering CEO is like…”
Sonoko covered her burning face, her heart beating like a drum.
Eri Kisaki, watching this scene from the side, almost crushed the teacup in her hand.
This bastard!
He was just flirting with her a moment ago, and now he’s turning around to flirt with a Little Girl!
And right in front of her!
Although she knew Shinji was just placating Sonoko’s dissatisfaction, those infuriatingly practiced methods still made her feel an inexplicable irritation.
“Mr.
Matou.”
Eri Kisaki said coldly, “Please mind your manners.
There are minors here.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Shinji apologized insincerely, turned his head to look at Eri Kisaki, his eyes full of innocence, “I just saw that Miss Suzuki seemed very hungry.
Just like that night, when I saw that Attorney Kisaki was also very hungry…”
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Eri Kisaki coughed violently, forcibly cutting off what he was about to say next.
She didn’t dare to imagine what other outrageous things this kid might spit out.
Everyone looked over with puzzled gazes, just as the Shura-field-like atmosphere was about to reach its peak.
Suddenly.
“Ah!!!”
A shrill scream pierced through the walls of the private room, instantly shattering the previously ambiguous and tense atmosphere.
It was a scream from the next room.
Almost reflexively, Conan and Kogoro Mouri sprang up from their chairs at the same time.
“Something happened!”
Kogoro Mouri’s drunken look vanished instantly, replaced by the seriousness of a famous detective.
He yanked open the door of the private room and rushed out.
Conan followed closely behind, his small figure nimbly weaving through the crowd.
“Ran!
Call the police!
Call an ambulance!”
Conan’s voice came from the hallway.
“Yes!”
Ran immediately took out her phone.
Only Shinji, Eri Kisaki, Sonoko, and Sirius remained in the private room.
Shinji sat in his chair, not even changing his posture.
Listening to the shouts outside about the victim being poisoned, sealing the scene, and no one being allowed to leave, he sighed helplessly.
“As expected…”
He rubbed his brow and glanced at Sirius behind him, “Should I go buy a lottery ticket?
I managed to run into this kind of probability.”
Eating with the Grim Reaper elementary school student, it would be abnormal if no one died.
But knowing it rationally is one thing, and being emotionally interrupted during a carefully prepared dinner is another.
“Boss, do you need to leave?”
Sirius’s hand was already resting on her waist; as long as Shinji gave the order, she was confident she could take her boss away safely within three minutes.
Anyway, she wasn’t afraid of trouble, and if anything happened, Shinji would be responsible.
“No need.”
Shinji waved his hand, “This is Japan, a society ruled by law.
Since we’ve run into it, let’s cooperate.
After all…”
He glanced at Eri Kisaki, who was frowning with a grave expression.
“If I left now, Attorney Kisaki would probably think I’m a cold-blooded, heartless capitalist, right?”
Not long after, Inspector Megure arrived with a large number of police officers.
The scene was quickly sealed off.
The victim was a CEO of a large company from the next room, and the cause of death was cyanide poisoning—a typical Conan-style case.
As guests dining right next door, Shinji and the others were also required to remain on-site to cooperate with the investigation.
Time passed minute by minute.
Conan ran around the scene, looking for clues.
Kogoro Mouri was proceeding with his usual incorrect deductions.
And Shinji just leaned back in his chair, bored, watching all of this.
For someone who has experienced the Holy Grail War and witnessed the slaughter of Heroic Spirits, the love and hatred of ordinary people is simply too dull.
“Are you bored?”
Eri Kisaki noticed Shinji’s expression.
“A little.”
Shinji answered honestly, “Compared to who the murderer is, I care more about the fact that tonight’s kaiseki meal hasn’t been finished yet.”
“Someone just died here.”
Eri Kisaki looked at him; could he really be indifferent to all this?
“People die every day.”
Shinji’s voice was very soft, but carried a coldness that saw through life and death, “For the deceased, I express my regrets.
But for the living, life must go on.
Isn’t that right?”
Eri Kisaki fell silent.
Looking into Shinji’s calm, unmoving eyes, she suddenly felt a chill.
The coldness this young man displayed at this moment was like a completely different person from the flirting playboy just a moment ago.
Is this the real him?
Finally, after one of Conan’s tranquilizer darts and the wonderful deduction show by Sleeping Kogoro, the case was solved.
The murderer was the victim’s secretary, due to a crime of passion.
A farce came to an end.