Chapter 713 Still Eating, Still Eating

"Wow, these are all very high-end, and sound delicious."

"Caviar, foie gras, and so many delicious things...!"

Mouri Kogoro didn't care about greetings at all, or rather, he didn't care about greetings in the first place. He picked up the tray and didn't care about other people's eyes. He was completely immersed in the table full of delicacies and ignored the eyes around him.

Originally, if Tokiwa Mio talked to him to this extent, he might not have any friends, let alone business. He was a rare person who had no guilt among the guests, so of course he had plenty of time to appreciate the delicious food.

"Dad, you can't be so exaggerated just because you didn't have dinner." Mao Lilan crossed her arms and looked at her father who jumped into the cups and plates in silence, "It's too high-profile to do this."

"Actually, it's okay..." Conan looked around the entire venue, his tone hesitant.

The atmosphere of this grand event, which was held to celebrate the Twin Towers' birthday, was subtle and a little weird. Apparently, the Phantom Thieves' logo that had been hanging outside the building for several days had already affected the mentality of many people.

Based on their mental state alone, the people in the field could be roughly divided into two factions.

Some people, such as Maori Kogoro, who had already picked up a fork and was eating heartily, did seem to be participating in the celebration, or in other words, participating in an ordinary social evening, each holding a wine glass and whispering to each other, while the other part was trembling with fear, distracted, and their pale faces and depressed state completely deprived them of the social atmosphere.

There were not many people who were particularly obvious among the latter, and most of them were more or less out of shape and quite uncomfortable.

As expected, there were really not many rich people who had no worries in their hearts and held their heads high.

People related to the organization were afraid that they would enter the last stage of their lives after being dealt with by the Phantom Thieves. It was normal to feel very bad, but looking at the large number of people in the poor state faction, there were many people who felt guilty.

...Oh, yes, there are a few who are particularly advanced in their mental state.

Conan's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the people at the long table on the other side while scanning, and he silently pointed to Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko: "Look, that's what we call high-profile."

The two looked in the direction he pointed, and Kitagawa Yusuke, wearing a blue kimono with white patterns, was standing there.

I don't know if Kisaragi Minemizu had specifically told him, or if he had accumulated rich experience from activities such as Moriya Teiji's tea party. Although the plates in his hand had already piled up high beside him, he was basically sweeping away everything in a whirlwind, and he was just short of showing off with the plates directly, but his figure was still tall and straight, like a javelin, standing there with his head held high.

Kitagawa Yusuke's expression was serious and calm, and his chest and stomach were held high. There was nothing wrong with his demeanor. It was just that the food in his hand that he kept stuffing into his mouth like water did not match his expression very well.

Still eating, still eating, why does it feel like every time I see Kitagawa Yusuke, he is always eating...

"...I don't know why, I'm even relieved to see him still like this." Suzuki Sonoko was not surprised, she sighed with her hands on her waist.

High EQ said that apart from the factor of appearance, Kitagawa Yusuke's self-willed and independent logic of behavior is also one of his artistic characteristics, which makes him stand out among ordinary handsome guys.

In other words, if Kitagawa Yusuke is a guy who cares about other people's eyes, his artistic attainments may not have reached this point.

If Kitagawa Yusuke is a person who suddenly changes his style of doing things because of his career progress and a little fame, then it means that she has made a mistake.

"Sorry, this guy looks embarrassing, right?" Kisaragi Minemizu, who had turned his back and stared at the direction of Mount Fuji, heard a familiar voice, turned around, and saw the two girls looking in the direction of the embarrassing disciple, and shook his head gently.

It was not the first time that Kisaragi Fengshui had seen the young disciple in such a state.

It should be said that he was much calmer now than he was a few days ago when he was unprepared and polite, preparing to invite his disciple to have a meal.

If Kitagawa Yusuke was not really gifted, he should have expelled this idiot who ate up all the teacher's food in one breath.

"Mr. Kisaragi, you are here." The girls who just realized that the old man had been standing here for a long time without saying a word hurriedly bowed and greeted him.

"Don't worry about me. It's normal for an old man to not notice young people." Kisaragi Minemi waved her hand indifferently, and nodded to Suzuki Sonoko, "I later heard from Yusuke that you introduced him to a lot of relevant financial aid projects, which helped him solve the urgent needs before the competition. Thank you so much for your help."

"No, no, no..." Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand quickly, and glanced at the plates piled up by Kitagawa Yusuke's hands, and felt a little embarrassed, "It only solved some basic educational expenses. It can't be said that it helped a lot."

It should be said that from the time they met until now, Kitagawa Yusuke has been eating without caring about life and death. It would be bad if the teacher misunderstood that the projects she introduced were harsh and Kitagawa Yusuke couldn't afford to eat.

"That's not the basic education fee, that kid is so extravagant when it comes to buying painting materials." Ruyue Fengshui was annoyed when he mentioned this, "He uses paint as if it's free. I can't bear to spend so much money on the brand I use for daily practice, but this kid buys more than ten boxes at a time. It's strange that he can still afford to eat."

Kusugatsuki Mine Water did consider the living problems of his students, but after a little concern, he found that the money given by the scholarship funds and art sponsorships was actually quite a lot, but when the money reached Kitagawa Yusuke, he would spend it lavishly and put it all into painting expenses.

Kusugatsuki Mine Water had an epiphany at that time.

Kitagawa Yusuke's problem could not be solved by giving money. If there was any flaw in him, it was probably his brain.

"However, Kitagawa-kun's reputation in those funds is not bad..."

"Hmph, the money is all spent on painting expenses, there is no chance to find fault, and the review is exempted, so it is naturally good."

"This shows that he is really devoted to painting..."

"You mean he uses such expensive pigments for his practice works? That is indeed a big investment, so I can only sell a little for him as soon as possible. If I can't see the return money, I can't support him."

Suzuki Sonoko and Kisaragi Minemizu started chatting about Kitagawa Yusuke's problem. Mao Lilan, who was standing aside, looked at Kisaragi Minemizu's expression and raised the corners of her mouth.

Although she said it mercilessly, Kisaragi Minemizu's eyebrows were more relaxed than the last time they met, and the weird and difficult stubbornness was dissipated a lot.

I don't know whether this is the influence of the building on his studio that he thought about, or whether Kitagawa Yusuke's existence really softened his attitude.

In any case, it's a good thing.

Mao Lilan, who was happy to see the success, smiled and looked at Kitagawa Yusuke, who had finally finished the battle a little bit, and ate the dishes that were enough for three or four adult men, and wiped his mouth with a napkin in an elegant manner.

The waiters who had been waiting nearby for a long time saw that this distinguished guest with a unique style had finally calmed down, and rushed over as if they were facing a great enemy, cleaning up the table in front of him, changing dishes when necessary, and clearing plates when necessary.

The expressions on their faces were also strange, revealing a little bit of unbelievability, and it was only because of their good professional ethics that they did not express it directly.

Perhaps in order not to eat too ugly lying on the table, Kitagawa Yusuke was very particular about using a plate to transfer each dish, and put it aside after eating. So in a very short time, all the plates prepared for guests to take meals on this table fell into his hands alone.

Before the event started, the table was piled with half a meter of empty plates. If the new guests saw it, they would think something went wrong with the banquet.

"Have you coordinated the schedule?" Just as the busy waiters passed by him one by one, a familiar whisper brushed past Tang Ze's ears.

Tang Ze, who looked calm, pretended to make way for the waiters and took two steps back, nodding to Amuro Toru.

The banquet had not yet officially started. At this moment, there were many employees and guests distributed in the two buildings. Detonating the bomb at this time would easily cause casualties and make the situation more uncontrollable.

So their original plan was to wait until the dinner started, confirm that the people had gathered near the venue, and on the premise of ensuring that the evacuation passages were still safe, through the first wave of explosions concentrated on the servers and computer rooms, drive away all the people in the venue.

After ensuring that everyone was evacuated, the second wave of explosions that completely destroyed the passages on both sides of the building would be officially detonated. Multiple groups of detonation points calculated by mechanics would try to destroy the area above the 66th floor more accurately.

Finally, the main part of the building would be the next one. This tall building would be flattened again overnight.

It should be said that although precise calculations have been made and the process has been simulated repeatedly, it is still very risky to destroy a building of this height by means of explosion. If the Tokiwa Group had not designated a large piece of land for their building, and the surrounding square was wide and open, adjacent to the golf course, and would not affect the normal residential and commercial areas, Amuro Toru would never have agreed to such an exaggerated plan.

However, what Tang Ze said was not wrong. If only some floors were detonated, the subsequent safety hazards would only emerge in an endless stream.

Excessive fire will cause irreversible damage and damage to various building structures. The economic situation of the Tokiwa Group also makes it impossible for them to afford the sky-high maintenance costs. It is better to blow it up directly to avoid causing trouble for everyone.

Having said that, Amuro Toru still came to the scene in person and came to the venue to ensure that he could accurately grasp the situation on the scene and not harm innocent people.

Now he came to Tang Ze to confirm, more to ask him whether the Phantom Thieves would have any unexpected actions. If so, he should notify him as soon as possible so that he could make adjustments.

"No problem here." Tang Ze's eyes swept over Ruzuki Minemi standing in front of the French window, and a breath squeezed out from the corner of his mouth.

Outside the large French window, the setting sun was taking back the last ray of afterglow, and the outline of Mount Fuji was completely submerged in the night that was chasing after it.

And Ruzuki Minemi stood in front of this magnificent view with a relaxed look, but his eyes did not look in the direction of the mountains, but chatted gently with the girls who were dressed in a completely different fashion style, like an ordinary old man with kind eyes.

It seems that the work for so long has trained the teammates to become experienced, and the progress of the Phantom Thieves is still gratifying without him.

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"Just let us take it away, is it really okay?"

Looking at the endless mountains on the wall being printed one by one on the canvas, forming a scroll that is four or five meters long, recording various Mount Fujis, like mountains upon mountains, Asai Chengmi was still surprised.

It's not like he has never seen a hall master who is not aggressive.

Such as Karasawa's current boss and guardian, Rei Fukiya, such as Karasawa's brother Akai Shuichi, such as Suzuki Sonoko, who has a gentler attitude, but her appearance is a bit more embarrassing...

The temples they own come from their own obsessions formed due to some reasons or the strong desire engraved in their souls. It can only be said that the guys around Tangze are all ruthless people with unique mental states. Entering the winery can Get the prepared kind.

But they had been spending a lot of time in the palace of Ruyue Fengshui. This old man, who was stubborn and extreme in his heart, definitely did not belong to the ranks of moderates.

Kisaragi Fengshui stood between the high attic with a height of 75 floors, looking at the false scenery composed of Mount Fuji outside the building. As the scroll was retracted little by little, it slowly returned to white chaos, with a very expression on his face. It's gentle.

His image in the palace is somewhat similar to his own, but he looks younger than he is in reality. He is dressed like a scholar from the Taisho period, with a suit shirt and a kimono coat with patterns printed on it, which is in line with the public's stereotype of a painter. .

It should be said that the shadowy image of Kisaragi Hosui embodies his recollection and regret for his own golden years, the golden years of Mount Fuji and even Japan, and it has the characteristics of a character.

At this moment, the way he looked outside the railing with his hands behind his back was exactly the same as Ruyue Fengshui himself standing in the middle of the venue.

"Take it away. I have been painting Mount Fuji for so many years. Even if I can never see it again, even if I lose it from now on, it cannot be erased in my heart." Kisaragi Fengshui did not look back at these uninvited guests. , just said leisurely, "Let me lose it, maybe I can get back the feeling I felt when I climbed the hill every day and looked at its beauty from a distance."

Asai Narumi repeatedly made sure that the other party had not torn apart the appearance and exposed the ferocious inner plan, then stepped forward, took the long scroll that had been completely folded into a scroll with both hands, and returned to his teammates.

"Okay, let's go, thieves. I know I won't be here for a long time. Let me and my Mount Fuji get along for a while." Not sure if it was a pun, Shadow Ruyue Fengshui raised his hand and motioned for the gang to kick. The robbers who come through the door should stop dawdling.

"Thank you very much." Asai Chengmi said sincerely.

Tonight, they were divided into several groups, and they had to wait for new news from Tangze at any time. It was really a race against time, and Ruyue Fengshui, who was spontaneous and very cooperative, could save them a lot of time.

"By the way, you guys are in the same group as my cheap apprentice, right?" Shadow Ruyue Fengshui, who did not look back, said in a chatty tone.

"Hmm..." Asai Narumi nodded honestly.

This is the palace of Ruyue Fengshui, and it is not the real world. Even if you recognize it here, it will not affect anything.

"As expected. This brat." Shadow Ruyue Fengshui sighed. He didn't blame anything. He just continued to look at the mist that was gradually coming up and shook his head.

"Then let's say goodbye, old gentleman." Seeing that he showed no signs of anger, Asai Narimi winked at Zhufu Jingguang behind him, quickly took out his mobile phone, and ran towards the safe passage of the venue. .

"Go, go, worldly things are disturbing." Shadow Ruyue Fengshui stood on the high-rise building that was gradually shaking and about to topple, and closed his eyes, "Look at the mountains, they are still mountains, and the water is still water..."

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"Mr. Kisaragi, Mr. Kisaragi?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who had a pleasant conversation with Kisaragi Hosui, suddenly stopped talking when she saw the old man in front of her. She turned her head and looked out the window without saying a word, and called out twice with some worry.

After spending all his life's scenery, Mount Fuji was taken away by industrial and modern landscapes. It was Kisaragi Hosui's heartache. Seeing him suddenly looking at Mount Fuji in silence, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but worry, and reflected on the topic he just talked about.

Did they talk about some keywords that triggered Ruyue Fengshui's nerves? She didn't talk about anything just now. She just asked about the current price of Kitagawa Yusuke's paintings and whether any collectors were interested.

Could it be that he thought that his creation was struggling and he suddenly fell into the dilemma of an artist?

"……nothing."

Kisaragi Fengshui opened his eyes wide and looked at Mount Fuji, which was gradually wrapped in the violet night sky, with its outline and the white snow on the peak disappearing into the quiet night, and he slowly exhaled.

His eyes were a little moist. The familiar scenery that accompanied him day and night made him feel inexplicably moved and open. The swelling emotions in his chest made him want to cry and hold on. Paintbrush, paint whatever you want.

This is a night that belongs to Mount Fuji and a night that belongs to everyone.

"I just think Mount Fuji is so beautiful."

"Hiccup." Tang Ze was about to come closer and comfort Ruyue Fengshui, who was hit hard by his wave of leeks. He couldn't help but burp before he could open his mouth.

Hey, you shouldn't have used up all the dishes just for the sake of the show's effect. You still overestimated yourself and were a little slack.

"Get away from me." Ruyue Fengshui scolded without looking back, "I brought you out to participate in the event like a starving ghost."

Even before he got closer, he could smell the aroma of the food. Ruyue Fengshui, who was feeling emotional and wanted to express some artistic opinions poetically, was very unhappy.

Meeting such a cheap apprentice at this age may be his punishment for the many years of teaching classes just to pay the mortgage.

Oh, you deserve it.