"Hello, Maori Detective Agency. Huh? A system engineer for game software suddenly disappeared... You want to find this person's whereabouts, right?" Mao Lilan answered the phone.

Mouri Kogoro whispered from the side: "If you want to find me, just say I'm not here. I'll be busy filming Ms. Yoko's TV series tonight."

Mao Lilan, who was in front of the phone, heard this and immediately said into the phone with a smile: "Yes, of course we can deal with it immediately, because my father has nothing to do today."

"Hey, Ran..." Mouri Kogoro looked frustrated.

"Okay, hurry up and shave your beard and tie your tie." Mao Lilan ordered fiercely after hanging up the phone.

"Yes..." Mouri Kogoro changed his mind in a second.

"System engineer of game software?" Hiroshi Otoi opened the door and walked in.

"Why are you here, kid!" Mouri Kogoro, who was wearing a tie, pointed at Otoi Hiroshi and said in disgust.

Otoi Hiroshi pouted at Conan: "This guy called and said you wanted to treat me to dinner, so I reluctantly came here."

"What did you say?!" Mouri Kogoro looked like he was picking at 13.

"Haha... Actually I asked Conan to make the call..." Mao Lilan said with a smile.

"Why do I have to invite this kid to dinner!" Mouri Kogoro said angrily.

Mao Lilan put her hands on her hips and raised her chin slightly, "If it hadn't been for Otoi-san, we might not have been able to win this time. Besides, when I was sick before, he took us to see a doctor. It's only natural to treat him to a meal." That’s right, why, do you have any objections?”

Mouri Kogoro fell silent for a moment, but his expression still expressed his dissatisfaction with Otoi Hiroshi.

"These two people really never meet without quarreling..." Conan lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

Otoi Hiroshi sat down on the sofa, took out a flower and handed it to Mouri Kogoro, "Uncle, don't be so fussy, it's just a meal..."

"Ahem," Mouri Kogoro took Hanako and said seriously, "Xiaolan is right, Yu Qingyuli should treat you to a meal."

"Speaking of which," Hiroshi Otoi looked at Mao Lilan, "What about the system engineer of the game software you just mentioned?"

"Well... a system engineer for game software suddenly disappeared, and then he said he would come to the office later and wanted to ask my father to investigate." Mao Lilan replied.

"That's it..." Hiroshi Otoi nodded.

Later, Maori Kogoro went to the bathroom to shave, and Maori Lan also went to the kitchen to prepare tea.

Conan suddenly jumped to Otoi Hiroshi's side.

"Are you trying to say whether this was done by the people from the black organization?" Otoi Hiroshi glanced at him with his chin in his hands.

"Eh?!" Conan was stunned, "How did you know..."

"You've written all your thoughts on your face. As a detective, you don't have enough anti-detection awareness." Hiroshi Otoi crossed his legs, looked at Conan and shook his index finger, "Poker face, pounce! Gram! Face!”

"That's it. It seems you have thought of something?" Conan leaned on the sofa with his hands behind his head.

"No." Hiroshi Otoi lit a cigarette and stopped talking.

Game software engineer, if I remember correctly, it should be the incident with Taku Itakura.

Let’s look at the specific situation first and then talk about it.

After a while, the three men came to the Maori Detective Agency together.

"The person in the photo is the game software system engineer who suddenly disappeared a week ago - Mr. Taku Itakura."

Mouri Kogoro held the photo and raised his head and asked: "Then, what did you mean when you said that this is not the first time he has disappeared?"

The three of them nodded, "Well, every time the deadline for the game software designed by him is about to expire, he likes to make it disappear."

"Honestly, we don't have the time to wait here for him to show up."

"But last time we asked the police for help, we got scolded by the police. That's why we asked you for help this time."

"So that's it." Mouri Kogoro nodded.

Otoi Hiroshi leaned against the window and smoked a cigarette, listening to their words silently, and vaguely remembered that the murderer seemed to be among these three people.

This time, after all, it has something to do with Itakura Taku and the organization, so it would be nice to get involved a little bit...

"So if you know where he is, please tell us immediately." The man with thinning hair said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three people actually quarreled over the matter of first come, first served.

Mouri Kogoro picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "So you three are not from the same company?"

"I am the one who asked Mr. Itakura to design the Go software this time. My name is Subekuru."

"My name is Naito Sadei, and I asked him to design chess software."

"I asked him to design chess software. My name is Souma Ryusuke."

Later, the three played the video sent to them by Itakura Taku.

[Oops, taking on three tasks at once is a bit unbearable. I think my heart condition is not bad these days, so I decided to put down the work at hand temporarily and find a place to spend a few days' vacation...]

"Ah!" Mao Lilan suddenly said: "This person, I didn't recognize him in the photo just now because he was wearing glasses. Isn't this Mr. Taku Itakura who is famous for his CG?"

"However, he has not touched CG things since he broke his eye three years ago. He has been working on game software development in the past few years." Ryusuke Soma said.

"If he was so famous, he wouldn't have been kidnapped, right?" Mouri Kogoro guessed.

"This is not impossible..." Ryusuke Soma said.

"I still remember that I went to Mr. Itakura's company two years ago and saw a burly man with a beard and a Kansai accent talking to him."

Otoi Hiroshi was stunned for a moment, then relaxed.

Souma Ryusuke's words made him think it was Hattori Heizou...

When he turned around, he saw Conan's expression suddenly changed and he ran to Souma Ryusuke and asked, "What did that man say?"

"How did I know," Ryusuke Soma recalled with a stern face: "When I arrived at the company, I only heard him say one sentence - you are no longer of use."

"Is that all? Do you have anything else to say?" Conan then asked.

"That's very rude." Hiroshi Otoi picked up Conan and entered the bedroom.

"Is there something wrong with the person he mentioned?" Hiroshi Otoi asked, leaning against the door.

"You haven't seen him before, so you don't know. I guess the man he's talking about is the man with the organization's codename 'Tequila'." Conan raised his head with a solemn expression.

"Tequila?" Hiroshi Otoi scratched his head, really not impressed.

It seems that he is a member of the organization who died a long time ago?

He really has no sense of existence...

[Question: There were “six arts” in ancient my country. Which six arts were they? 】

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