After leaving the dessert shop, everyone carried some boxed cakes and pastries.
The owner was dead, and one of the pastry chefs had died too. If they did not pack some up now, the pastries from this shop would probably become discontinued forever!
Wouldn't it be best to quickly buy two discontinued cakes?
As for their little death-god squad getting another owner killed, Fujino could not help but sigh.
"Sure enough, being a shop owner in Conan World is a high-risk profession."
"The kind where even a little labor dispute can get you killed!"
"Compared to Maeda Tsuyoshi, little girls with dreams and ambitions like Morimoto are much easier to fool..."
Fujino thought to himself, not bothering to consider Maeda Tsuyoshi.
Maeda Tsuyoshi was the sort who had already been beaten down by society. One look at that somewhat resolute face was enough to tell.
Besides, Fujino had just heard that Maeda Tsuyoshi was in debt—something he absolutely could not accept.
Who knew why he owed money in the first place?
If it was because a family member was sick or something similar, that would be fine. But if it was for some other unsavory reason, then hiring him would be like inviting a disaster into the house—gamblers were the sort of creatures who brought misfortune to anyone who got even a little involved with them.
Of course, Fujino was also a gambler, but he only gambled when it would not affect those around him, and when he could get his money back... Truly terrible gamblers would drag everyone even remotely connected to them down into misery.
Of course, that did not mean Maeda Tsuyoshi was definitely a gambler, but Fujino was unwilling to gamble on whether someone was one.
This was a perfect example.
Aside from that, the fact