Mori Rintaro grew more puzzled the more he spoke. "He's been living at my house ever since. I don't have any proof, but my gut tells me Uncle Kamekura is definitely up to something!"
This restaurant had the typical shop-in-front, home-in-back setup. They ate, lived, and worked in the same place. To Mori Rintaro, an employee whose meals and lodging were covered was like having a new family member—one who had forcibly squeezed his way in.
"It's normal for a child to struggle with a suddenly appearing new member, become hostile toward them, and think they're suspicious." Hashimoto Maya pricked up his ears to eavesdrop while unable to stop himself from pondering. "Ordinarily, that should be the case, but..."
But that little henchman was involved in this incident, which was the most abnormal part of all!
Could that Kamekura really have some other motive?
As he listened intently, Conan propped his chin on his hand and asked, "What exactly makes you think there's something wrong with him?"
Mori Rintaro thought seriously for a moment, then frowned. "He said my late grandfather once did him a favor, but my grandfather had a terrible temper and was stingy. It was already a miracle if he didn't take advantage of other people—how could he possibly have done someone that kind of favor? That must just be an excuse Uncle Kamekura made up to get close to us!"
Conan: "..." What kind of evidence was that? People had many sides. Maybe his grandfather had only been strict with him and was a good person elsewhere. Besides, even the strangest people could have sudden fits of kindness... Taking a step back, even if Kamekura really had made up an excuse, he probably just wanted free food and lodging.
Conan was about to tactfully voice his