If looks could kill, Fujino would have probably killed Conan a hundred times already.
But clearly, this "ah-le-le" corgi who always opened with that line still hadn't realized it.
That little performance of his had already offended Fujino.
He was as slow-witted as a husky.
Or rather, this guy was a combination of a husky and a corgi.
He had emotional intelligence, but not much. His detective brain's bizarre reasoning circuits and emotional intelligence were fighting between his left and right hemispheres and smashing straight into his skull.
Fujino didn't care much about treasures.
The others, however, reacted differently, their attention drawn to the treasure.
Miss Hayakawa considered her words before explaining, "My grandfather did mention a treasure before. He said he possessed a treasure that could change this country..."
"Change the country?!"
"Your grandfather really said that?"
"How many bowls of eel rice would that buy...?"
Everyone was stunned by this and found it quite unexpected. Genta even immediately started applying his classic eel-rice formula.
Sonoko had never gotten along with the kids. Hearing that, she couldn't help but complain, "Hey, kid, could you stop measuring everything in eel rice?"
"If it can't be traded for eel rice, then what's the point of having that treasure?"
Sonoko: ...I have nothing to say.
Ooka Momiji emerged from the Detective Agency's pantry carrying tea. After hearing the details of the request, she didn't interrupt.
She simply stood nearby and listened quietly.
Like an obedient little wife.
But when she heard words like "a treasure that could change the country"—
A thoughtful look appeared in her eyes. "What kind of treasure could change a country?"
"Even if it were money, those old geezers sitting in high places and refusing to step down definitely wouldn't leave their seats, would they?"
"Could it be