Choose whatever you want to give, can you choose people too?

"Alright, Dad, stop joking!"

At that moment, Masuko Tsuchiya returned to the living room carrying a tray. "Detective Fujino already knows that you're Fujino big fan of him!"

Kikuemon's eyebrow twitched slightly. "You told everyone?!"

"Yes."

Masuko Tsuchiya placed the teacup on the floor table. "I already mentioned this when I invited you yesterday."

"Then why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You didn't ask."

"..."

Just as the old man was speechless at his daughter-in-law's antics, two heads suddenly peeked out from the sliding door outside the living room and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, that high school Great Detective really came?"

"Yes, it looks exactly like the one in the newspaper."

"The rumors are true, their eyes are indeed black!"

"Of course it's black!"

Kikuemon, having recovered his composure, stopped pretending and looked at the two people outside the door, saying in a serious tone, "A classic black suit, and black pupils like Black Star, otherwise why would Detective Fujino be called BLACK Detective?"

Fujino: "..."

So, can we please stop mentioning nicknames?

For no apparent reason, it reminded him of the Earth Ladies Team.

They even came up with metaphors.

Mori-san...

"By the way, Detective Fujino, let me introduce you..."

Kikuemon turned around and introduced the two heads.

The Seto Ryuichi, and the one with the triangular head is named Arita Yoshihiko.

Both of these heads are his disciples, who are currently learning pottery making techniques from him.

It was also mentioned that Arita Yoshihiko has made rapid progress recently, Seto Ryuichi seems to have hit a bottleneck in his pottery making...

Fujino was a little confused. Why did he have to mention the two people's recent study progress when he was just introducing them?

He thought to himself, "What does their pottery learning have to do with me?"

Could it be that this old man wants him to become a student?

"Go for it, Seto!"

Masuko Tsuchiya chuckled and encouraged Seto Ryuichi, "Everyone says that you will inherit the title of the sixth generation of Kikuemon. If you don't work hard, you'll disappoint everyone."

"I understand, Ms. Masuko."

Seto Ryuichi, then changed the subject, saying, "But speaking of which, which piece of pottery did Detective Fujino choose?"

"Don't be too hasty, I haven't told him about this yet."

Kikuemon chuckled softly, then turned to Fujino and said, "It's like this, Detective Fujino. It's a rare treat for you to visit me, and I don't have any gifts to give you. After thinking about it, I thought of giving you one of my best works of art."

As he spoke, he glanced around at the pottery in the room. "You can choose anything in this room. Take whatever you like!"

Masuko Tsuchiya chimed in, "By the way, every single item in this house costs at least a million!"

"???"

Fujino silently typed a string of question marks and glanced at Sonoko beside him with a puzzled look.

No, Sonoko, did you hack my account?

How did you manage to steal my great prophetic ability?

"???"

Sonoko was also full of questions, her eyes filled with a wise yet bewildered look.

She just mentioned it casually, but she actually gave it to her?

"Huh?!"

Unlike the two bewildered individuals, Ran couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "No less than a million?!"

Ai Haibara rubbed her chin, glancing at the bottles and jars on the shelf with disbelief.

Although she knew that ceramics were valuable, she didn't find anything particularly special about these items...

How can one bag be exchanged for several Fusae Bag?

But since it's ceramic art... that's probably the price.

"Well..."

Fujino picked up the black teacup in his hand, took a sip of warm tea, and hesitated for a moment. "Isn't this a bit too much? I just came to sit down. I can't accept something for nothing..."

"Where can I find them? I made them all myself, they just sell for a bit more."

Kikuemon waved his hand. "But if you insist on saying that, then Detective Fujino, you could give me a business card with your autograph..."

"Smack!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he was startled by a loud slap.

Coming to his senses, he looked at the table and was immediately stunned.

A white business card had already been slapped onto the table by Fujino.

There were still traces of ink left on it that hadn't dried.

Kikuemon: "..."

When was this done? It's done already?

That was really fast...

After a moment of silence, the old man quietly put the scallop into his pocket. "In that case, Detective Fujino, is there anything you've got your eye on?"

"You can choose anything in the room... Really?"

"Really!"

"I see..."

Fujino pondered for a moment, then stood up and looked around.

Since it's a matter of choosing whatever's in this room and giving it as a gift...

That person should be able to choose too, right?

Fujino thought this was reasonable.

She first glanced at Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, and then paused for a moment on Ai Haibara.

Ai Haibara: "???"

Why are you looking at me like that?

I don't know what you're thinking, but it just feels a bit off.

Could it be that you want me?

Fujino and the bewildered Ai exchanged a glance, their gazes not lingering for long, before Masuko Tsuchiya out of the corner of his eye.

This person is too old and a bit overweight; it's not worth it...

Let's choose something else...

Fujino withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the people around him, but instead examining the teacups around him, his mind constantly recalling the ceramic pieces he had noted down the night before.

After only a brief moment of scrutiny, Fujino returned to the table and sat down.

"What's wrong?"

Kikuemon asked in confusion, "Could it be that none of those pottery pieces are to your liking?"

"No, that's not it."

Fujino silently picked up the black teacup in his hand. "I think this teacup is quite nice, so I'll choose this one."

"What?!"

"Huh?!"

"Why would you choose this?!"

The others in the room were all taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Ran was a little confused. "Is there something wrong with the teacup that Fujino- Senior chose?"

"No, no, no problem, of course there's no problem."

Kikuemon's lips curled slightly. "I can only say that he truly lives up to his reputation as Great Detective. He immediately picked out my most prized piece from this collection. It seems I won this bet!"

"Bet?"

"That's right. Actually, I made a bet with some of my apprentices beforehand to see what Detective Fujino would choose. This is what I bet on."

Kikuemon looked at the teacup and explained, "This is one of my proudest works, a rare masterpiece that connoisseurs call a world-renowned piece."

"I see..."

Fujino examined the cup in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He had seen this cup in the information Hiroki Sawada had given him; it was said that the starting price at auction should be over 10 million.

"But Dad..."

Masuko Tsuchiya hesitated for a moment.

"Alright, Masuko, no need to say more. Since Detective Fujino chose this, it means he has a special connection with it."

Kikuemon waved his hand. "That's how fate works. To be honest, I wouldn't have been willing to part with someone else, but since it's Detective Fujino, it doesn't matter."

Kikuemon said, unable to contain his curiosity, "But actually, I'm a little curious, Detective Fujino, how did you come up with this?"

Fujino: "..."

What do you think I should say?

You don't actually think I'm just making a deduction or guessing, do you?

Is it possible that I saw the answer beforehand?

Of course, you can't say out loud if you've seen the answers.

Since the old gentleman thinks so highly of him, he should at least maintain his public image, right?

Fujino pondered for a moment, coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice:

"You've already told me the answer, haven't you?"