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The manor house the client lived in was rather remote, and sat surrounded by thick forestry. Conan couldn't help but wonder why people always did this. It was like screaming 'Hey! Look at my remote home! Come rob me!'
Idiots the lot of them.
The four of them were led on a grand tour of the mansion, and shown all the custom artwork the client had accumulated over the years. Conan thought it got uglier and uglier himself, but Sonoko seemed to be enjoying herself. Ran though, he could tell, was having mixed feelings.
Kogoro's reaction was the most amusing. At first he'd been pretty blasé about the entire thing, at least until he'd heard some of the prices for the things. After that he looked like he was permanently stuck somewhere between paradise and a stroke. Conan wanted to laugh himself sick.
Instead, he contented himself on watching for suspicious activity.