Hiromi Yabuuchi seemed to notice Yukiko's abnormality and asked, "Yukiko, what's wrong? Your face is so red, and you're about to cry."
At this time, Yukiko's acting skills as a movie queen came into play immediately.
She opened her small mouth, fanning constantly, picked up the spicy sauce on the side, and said, "It's just too spicy; it's making my face all red, and I'm almost crying."
"It's okay, a little spice is good; it warms up the body!" Yuu Hoshimiya smiled and moved his spicy sauce in front of Yukiko.
Hiromi Yabuuchi dipped her chopsticks into Yukiko's spicy sauce and tasted it.
"It's not very spicy. Didn't expect you can't eat any spice now, Yukiko; this reaction is too intense."
"Mmm!"
Just then, a rapid panting sound came from Yukiko's mouth.
"What's wrong again?" Yuu Hoshimiya asked with a smile on his face.
"Um... nothing, just ate too fast just now, a little nauseous, food came up a bit!"
Worthy of being an international superstar, handling such a scene was a piece of cake.
"Oh, really?" Yuu Hoshimiya had a faint smile on his face, staring closely at Yukiko.
"Hiss... yes!" Yukiko's big eyes containing mist glared at Yuu Hoshimiya fiercely; she reached out and pinched Yuu Hoshimiya's left hand hard, but it was useless.
Yuu Hoshimiya calmly picked vegetables from the hot pot and put them into Yukiko's bowl.
Seeing Yukiko's expression, Hiromi Yabuuchi was still worried, so she quickly got up to pour water for Yukiko and pushed it in front of her.
Hiromi Yabuuchi said, "Yukiko, you really can't eat any spice; don't dip in sauce later."
Yukiko naturally nodded with a red face.
Yukiko's small face was still completely red, panting heavily from time to time. Hiromi Yabuuchi wondered in surprise, "Yukiko, you really can't eat spicy food; looking like this after being spicy for so long, so pitiful."
Yukiko looked at Hiromi Yabuuchi gratefully.
Yuu Hoshimiya said, "Just let her rest for a while; we continue eating ours. This salmon looks delicious!"
Hiromi Yabuuchi smiled, "Try my knife skills; sliced very well, more delicious directly by hand."
Yuu Hoshimiya naturally obeyed respectfully.
Actually, he didn't like eating various raw foods, no matter how high-end the ingredients were.
But this time was different; he wouldn't eat the salmon on the table, but he could feed it to Yukiko.
Then as a reward, he had to play well with Yukiko's unique, mature, fresh, and tender abalone under the table.
Yuu Hoshimiya moved both hands simultaneously, multitasking, attacking left and right.
The thin fish slices felt incredibly smooth, moist, and elastic upon touch.
A gentle pinch seemed to ooze water; it looked very fresh, but surprisingly, there was no fishy smell at all.
Yuu Hoshimiya reached out, fingertips dancing nimbly.
"Hiss..." Yukiko covered her lower abdomen, seeming a bit uncomfortable.
Yuu Hoshimiya ignored her, calmly weaving that small plate of crystal-clear sashimi into a flower shape with one hand, placing it on the greens, vivid and lifelike, like a white lotus blooming.
With a flick of his fingertips, playing with the meat slices up and down, the lotus seemed to bloom, draining all the water inside.
Everyone present applauded seeing this scene; they didn't expect Yuu Hoshimiya to have such eating skills, able to drain the water from the meat slices and lock in all the sweetness.
Yuu Hoshimiya smiled, closed his five fingers, locked the cabbage and sashimi into a ball in his hand, then turned towards Yukiko.
"Yukiko, you were just spicied; eat a piece of sashimi I carefully prepared, guaranteed surprise. Come, open your mouth!"
Yukiko, with silky charming eyes, glared at Yuu Hoshimiya hatefully, panted heavily, and opened her small mouth.
Yuu Hoshimiya pinched this sashimi, launching with both hands, and sent it inside.
Afraid of breaking Yukiko's 'small mouth', Yuu Hoshimiya sent it in gently.
Yukiko's chest heaved constantly, face flushed with shame, seeming embarrassed by everyone's attention, but also feeling more stimulated!
She took a bite, and countless sweet juices erupted in her 'small mouth', almost swallowing Yuu Hoshimiya's other hand under the table.
Seeming never to have tasted such deliciousness, Yukiko's body couldn't help trembling.
Everyone looked at this scene with extreme envy; is it really that delicious?
Can this technique make sashimi delicious enough to make one tremble?
Yukiko hurriedly swallowed the remaining cabbage and sashimi, then without chewing, lay on the table, body trembling constantly, even tears coming out.
Crying from deliciousness?
Hiromi Yabuuchi turned to look at Yuu Hoshimiya, wanting him to make another sashimi ball, the kind with water drained and completely sweet sashimi.
And Yuu Hoshimiya was closing his eyes, carefully perceiving the touch and charm from his left fingertips!
Just now, five fingers entered Yukiko's 'small mouth'; the sucking strength seemed to still remain on the fingertips. Such a taste could be described as soul-stirring!
After a long time, Yukiko raised her small head with a red face.
"How was it?" Hiromi Yabuuchi asked curiously.
"How was what?" Yukiko asked somewhat guiltily.
"Of course asking how the sashimi Mr. Hoshimiya fed you tasted?" Hiromi Yabuuchi looked puzzled.
Yukiko calmed down immediately, smiled brightly, "It was so delicious, almost made me forget myself."
Hearing this, Hiromi Yabuuchi felt itchy inside and turned to look at Yuu Hoshimiya.
"Didn't expect Yuu-kun to be a food artist too; could you please make another one for me to try?"
Yuu Hoshimiya shook his head and said, "I'm really sorry; this way of eating was created by me exclusively for Yukiko and will only be fed to Yukiko. I can't do it for you."
The women of the Yabuuchi family had average figures and looks, and were all old, driven used cars; he had no interest at all.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible to reluctantly let them experience Yukiko's same style of eating with two mouths.
"Oh! That's really a pity!" Everyone at the table showed regret hearing this, while a blush appeared on Yukiko's face.
Yuu Hoshimiya smiled and continued to deal with the meat slices in front of him, ignoring the slipperiness on his fingertips.
Five fingers danced nimbly, gently gathering, slowly twisting, wiping, and picking again; he could always find a way to make the crystal-clear meat slices in front of him ooze water, leaving only the charm of sweetness.
And the Yabuuchi family members tried to copy Yuu Hoshimiya's technique but lacked his finger strength, unable to drain the water from the meat slices at all.
Yukiko on the side rested her chin on her hand, waiting for Yuu Hoshimiya's feeding with melting charming eyes. This meal made Yukiko extremely intoxicated!
While others present watched with extreme torment, as if being force-fed exquisite dog food portion after portion.
Hiromi Yabuuchi glared at the two angrily; one only fed her, the other almost stuck to him, and still say there's no affair!
Finally, dinner ended. Yuu Hoshimiya withdrew his ten fingers, wiped them clean with a napkin, and looked at Yukiko sitting like soft mud beside him, laughing secretly.
However, Yuu Hoshimiya also sincerely admired Yukiko's master-level acting skills; all reactions just now had explanations, performed extremely smoothly and naturally, surprisingly not making anyone suspicious.
At this time, Hiromi Yabuuchi walked over and said, "Yukiko, help me start the fire to boil hot water together."
Yuu Hoshimiya said, "Yukiko should be feeling a bit unwell; let me accompany you instead!"
"Yukiko, are you okay?" Hiromi Yabuuchi asked.
Yukiko waved her hand for the two to leave quickly.
Hiromi Yabuuchi continued to instruct: "Keiko, help clean up the hot pot and table, then pour tea for everyone."
"Hai!" Keiko Yabuuchi nodded.
Yuu Hoshimiya and Hiromi Yabuuchi came to the backyard. Seeing the intimate feeding behavior between Yuu Hoshimiya and Yukiko just now, Hiromi Yabuuchi wanted to say something, but finally could only sigh, feeling a trace more sympathy for Yusaku Kudo far away in the United States.
This bathroom was very close to the old well. Hiromi Yabuuchi smiled and said, "My stepmother called just now to say new firewood was bought and put by the wall. Mr. Hoshimiya, please help move some under that stove."
"No problem."
Yuu Hoshimiya hugged casually, spreading his arms; the mountain-like firewood was lifted at once, and then he moved it from the wall to the stove.
Hiromi Yabuuchi was surprised; she had never seen anyone carry so much firewood in one breath. Looking at Yuu Hoshimiya's handsome face, she couldn't help being dazed.
Unexpectedly, this Mr. Hoshimiya was not only young and handsome but also hid an extremely strong and powerful body under his clothes.
"Miss Hiromi, is it enough?"
"Enough, enough! It's really surprising; I understand Yukiko a bit now!"
Hiromi Yabuuchi reacted and hurried forward to light the fire.
Soon, the flames burned up crackling.
Yuu Hoshimiya stood on tiptoe to look, seeing two old-fashioned Japanese bathtubs inside, and couldn't help laughing: "Didn't expect such old-fashioned bathtubs are still used here."
Of the two bathtubs boiled inside, one was for washing, and the other for soaking. Usually, one has to wash the body clean with water from the washing tub before entering the big tub to soak.
"Yes, Dad was nostalgic; everything had to be like before, so this house hasn't changed much." Hiromi Yabuuchi explained while adding firewood.
Burning water outside in the yard, Hiromi Yabuuchi asked: "Yuu-kun, help me check if the water inside is hot yet?"
Yuu Hoshimiya in the bathroom touched the water in the two tubs: "The water temperature is okay."
"Yuu-kun, then let's go back for tea, and call Uncle Yoshifusa to take a bath by the way."
Soon the two returned to the room. Yuu Hoshimiya sat back in his seat, looking at Yukiko who was rosy-faced and spirited beside him, thinking to himself that she was indeed an international movie queen; her state adjustment was really fast.
His left hand reached under the kotatsu again, gently stroking the smooth and tender beautiful leg; Yukiko's body trembled again.
Yuu Hoshimiya didn't make any other moves this time, just playing with Yukiko's beautiful leg.
"Uncle Yoshifusa, the water is boiled; you can go take a bath." Hiromi Yabuuchi said to the fat old uncle.
Yoshifusa Yabuuchi's face had been gloomy; he spoke to Carlos in Portuguese: "Got it. Carlos, keep an eye on them for me. Remember, never talk to this man; don't answer anything he asks you!"
Carlos nodded, staring at everyone closely.
Seeing the bodyguard like this, although everyone was resentful, they could only sit obediently in place.
Bathing in Japan is like this; after the hot water is boiled, usually elders wash first, then juniors in order one by one.
At 9 PM, Yoshifusa Yabuuchi punctually took his clothes to take a bath.
At this time, the phone rang again; Machiko Yabuuchi's voice came from inside, at the hotel venue.
"Hiromi, how is it? Was that firewood used!"
"Mmm, used it; Uncle Yoshifusa is taking a bath."
"Oh, I'm still at the hotel venue; probably won't go back until eleven o'clock. Please keep the water temperature until then."
"Okay."
After speaking, the phone hung up. Hiromi Yabuuchi shook her head: "Mom must be having too much fun, coming back so late."
Yuu Hoshimiya smiled; he naturally knew what was going on. It seemed this incident wouldn't change much.
Stopping it was naturally impossible; those who kill will be killed, which is normal.
With this time, he might as well get along well with Yukiko.
Yuu Hoshimiya turned his head, watching Yukiko drinking tea with a normal expression, glancing at Yuu Hoshimiya with big eyes; she was completely immune to that pair of hot big hands on her leg.
Except for laying cards on the table directly, the two were no different from men and women in passionate love.
Although Yuu Hoshimiya was somewhat puzzled by Yukiko's outrageous initiative, he was too lazy to think much; eat it first.
And Yukiko didn't think so much; she had full confidence in her charm.
Since she was so proactive, wasn't it normal for Yuu Hoshimiya to be fascinated by her?
The only thing she was still unsure about was that there was no guarantee she could monopolize Yuu Hoshimiya yet.
The Yabuuchi family members on the side saw the two sticking together again and couldn't help criticizing inwardly.
Are these two guys here to help investigate or to fall in love?
They all felt a bit stuffed; too much dog food fed!
Time flowed slowly. At about 9:25 PM, the old fat Yoshifusa Yabuuchi pushed the door open again and said: "So comfortable!"
Then he returned to his seat and said to Carlos in Portuguese: "You didn't talk to that pretty boy man, did you?"
Carlos shook his head.
At this time, Keiko Yabuuchi stood up, "Then I'll go take a bath first."
Her husband Yoshiyuki Yabuuchi said: "Then I'll follow Keiko."
Hearing this, Hiromi Yabuuchi frowned immediately. Although the bathing order at home was like this in the past, there were guests today; after the elders finished washing, guests should wash first.
Unexpectedly, her younger brother and sister-in-law ignored it completely; it was too rude.
She could only continue: "Then after that, Mr. Hoshimiya and Yukiko, you two go wash."
Yuu Hoshimiya and Yukiko naturally had no objections.
Actually, Yuu Hoshimiya didn't plan to use the Yabuuchi family's shared bathtub at all.
Not to mention Japanese people don't change bath water and family members use it in turns; even if the water was changed, he didn't want to wash at the Yabuuchi house.
Yukiko didn't say it, but actually, she was also disgusted with using the Yabuuchi family's shared bathtub and water.
But she wanted to take a good bath before going to bed to clean her body, so she was extremely conflicted for a while.
Finally, Yukiko gave up soaking in the bath, choosing only to use the water scooped from the bathtub to clean her body, acting as a shower.
When the Yoshiyuki couple finished washing, it was almost 9:50 PM.
Yukiko was about to get up to wash too. Yuu Hoshimiya pulled her over and whispered: "Yukiko, just rinse with water from the clean bathtub; don't go into the soaking tub."
While finding it funny in her heart, Yukiko couldn't help rolling her eyes at Yuu Hoshimiya.
"Of course I know; this isn't my own home."
Besides purely being disgusted by the Yabuuchi family's shared bath water and bathtub, Yuu Hoshimiya also didn't want Yukiko to be stained with the deceased's blood while soaking, even a tiny bit.
Girls always wash slowly, especially since Yukiko was messed up by Yuu Hoshimiya's big hands under the kotatsu just now; this bath was naturally slower...
Half an hour later, at 10:20 PM, Yukiko changed her pants and re-entered the room. She changed the jeans with holes into white casual pants, but the top was still the same as before.
"How was it, is the water still hot?" Hiromi Yabuuchi asked.
"Although it was comfortable to wash, the water was a bit cool." Yukiko answered.
Hearing this, Hiromi Yabuuchi stood up: "Then I'll go add more firewood!"
Yuu Hoshimiya also stood up and said: "I'll help, and take a bath by the way."
Saying that, the two got up and walked outside. While walking through the corridor, Yuu Hoshimiya saw the old well; the wooden bucket was stuck directly on top, and the tied rope was tight.
Yuu Hoshimiya said to Hiromi Yabuuchi: "Miss Hiromi, look, that bucket seems a bit strange!"
"Seems so, like some heavy object fell to the bottom." Hiromi Yabuuchi seemed to recall something and shouted hurriedly.
"Hidekazu, Yoshiyuki, come out and help!" Everyone in the room rushed out.
"What happened? Hiromi, what are you shouting for?" Hidekazu Yabuuchi frowned.
Hiromi Yabuuchi pointed at Yuu Hoshimiya who had already started pulling the rope on the bucket: "Come help Yuu-kun! Ahhh!"
A shrill scream rang out.
Without help, Yuu Hoshimiya pulled up the thing from the bottom of the well. It was exactly the corpse of Machiko Yabuuchi who went to the class reunion.
Everyone looked incredulous, pupils contracting constantly, looking at this corpse and gathering around.
Yuu Hoshimiya reached out to check the pulse; she was dead. He began to examine the corpse.
Yukiko immediately pretended to be a detective and asked: "Hiromi, was the person who talked to you on the phone at nine o'clock just now your mother? Was she a real person!"
"Yes, definitely a real person, answering me fluently, and there were sounds of the venue on the side. But didn't she say she would come back at eleven? How could she die here, and the same way as my mother!"
"Could this guy have committed suicide?" Yellow-haired Yoshiyuki Yabuuchi said.
"Not suicide; the cause of death should be the wound on the chest." Yuu Hoshimiya lifted a corner of the kimono and saw blood seeping out.
Yukiko immediately crossed her arms and continued to deduce.
"In that case, your mother was still at the party in the county town at nine o'clock, and returning from the county town takes at least an hour by car. That is to say, the time she was killed was probably around ten o'clock, just when I was taking a bath."
Yukiko hurriedly asked everyone: "Did anyone in the room go out while I was taking a bath?"
Hiromi Yabuuchi shook her head: "No, everyone was drinking tea in the room!"
"Then the murderer is not among us." Yukiko rested her chin on her hand and began to think.
And the gaze of the Yabuuchi family members towards Yukiko gradually became weird.
Yuu Hoshimiya speechlessly watched Yukiko deduce herself into a criminal suspect step by step.
Yukiko finally noticed everyone staring at her and reacted, "You don't suspect me, do you? It's my first time meeting the deceased, and I just came back from abroad."
Hiromi Yabuuchi said repeatedly: "Of course it won't be Yukiko; she came at my request, of course she wouldn't kill. The urgent task should be to call the police quickly."
Saying that, Hiromi Yabuuchi hurriedly ran into the room and called the police.
Yuu Hoshimiya rolled his eyes at Yukiko, took out a blooming camellia from Machiko Yabuuchi's arms, and spoke to attract everyone's attention.
"Look, there is a camellia under her clothes."
The faces of the Yabuuchi family members changed immediately.
Yellow-haired Yoshiyuki Yabuuchi said: "Stepmother died just like Mom. Could it be Uncle's doing, to revenge on our Yabuuchi family? But that's not right; Stepmother has nothing to do with Mom's death!"
Bitter-faced Hidekazu Yabuuchi immediately frowned: "Could it be because the light was too dim, mistaken identity, resulting in killing the wrong person?"
Yukiko breathed a sigh of relief seeing everyone no longer suspecting her.
Not long after, Officer Misao Yamamura of Gunma Prefecture appeared at the Yabuuchi house with police officers.
Leading was exactly the most useless police inspector in the Conan world, Misao Yamamura.
Misao Yamamura had a somewhat puckered mouth, a very thin figure, and was very timid, daring to enter only by walking among a group of tall police officers in uniform.
But just because he was good at taking exams and came from the career group, he became an inspector of the Criminal Investigation Division of Gunma Prefecture.
As soon as he entered, he took out the police notebook and said: "Has a murder occurred here? Where is the deceased!"
Walking, he accidentally kicked Machiko Yabuuchi's corpse. Looking down, that soaked corpse was staring at him with wide eyes full of resentment. Misao Yamamura screamed immediately, then fell to the ground, sweat seeping from his head, crawling backward constantly.
The ordinary police officers in uniform beside him hurriedly helped him up.
The Yabuuchi family members looked at this Inspector Yamamura with speechless expressions; can such a police officer really arrest the murderer?
Yukiko mocked: "Are you really a police officer? Why are you even afraid of corpses!"
Misao Yamamura laughed awkwardly, "Because my master took a leave today; this is my first time out on police duty alone. But I am professional. You, you, quickly cover the corpse; even Bodhisattva can't stand looking at it exposed like this."
He hurriedly asked the uniformed police officers behind him to cover the corpse with a sheet.
Seeing him taking out the notebook to record, Yukiko repeated her deduction just now. She locked Machiko Yabuuchi's time of death around ten o'clock, and everyone in the room was drinking tea together, impossible to commit the crime.
Detective Yamamura knocked his head with a pen and thought for a while.
"In that case, isn't the murderer only you who was taking a bath at that time? And you washed for thirty minutes, enough time to kill and dump the body!"
Hearing this, Yukiko immediately flew into a rage and roared: "I am not the murderer! I only returned to Japan yesterday and visited the Yabuuchi family today. Meeting this Machiko Yabuuchi for the first time, how could I kill her? Are you a competent police officer or not?"
The frightened Misao Yamamura immediately looked terrified, curling up his body; where was the appearance of an inspector?
Yuu Hoshimiya shook his head watching from the side. Such absolute trash was even theorized by some netizens as the big BOSS in his previous life.
So, conspiracy theories are undesirable; everything must be based on facts.
Hiromi Yabuuchi said: "Yukiko came to my house at my invitation; she wouldn't do it."
Yellow-haired Yoshiyuki Yabuuchi on the side said: "We found a camellia like my mother's on the corpse and suspect my uncle did it."
"Camellia?" Detective Yamamura looked puzzled.
Yoshiyuki Yabuuchi then recounted the incident of his mother's death fifteen years ago and the grudges with his uncle one by one.
After listening, Detective Yamamura couldn't help resting his chin on his hand: "Although your uncle is also suspicious, this lady cannot get rid of suspicion either."