Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Nakamura looked at Mouri Kogoro who suddenly appeared in the ward and then at the playing cards, and an idea struck him.

"The injured were all people known to Mr. Mori."

Conan also said: "Especially the Chicoba chocolate that Aunt Concubine loves to eat. If you are not familiar with Uncle and Aunt Concubine, it is impossible to know about it!"

Officer Shiratori looked at Nakamura on the left, who had a serious face, then on the right, Kogoro Mouri, who was holding his chin in deep thought, and finally at Conan, the shortest man in the middle.

Holding up the mobile phone, I feel a little doubtful about life.

He, a policeman from a professional group, can't compare to the boss of the Metropolitan Police Department's Ray of Hope and the famous detective who has suddenly become famous recently. How can he be compared to a child who is no more than 1.2 meters tall and is in the first grade of Didan Elementary School? !

What kind of human tragedy is this? !

Kogoro Mouri recalled a detail, "As for Jikoba chocolate, it was mentioned once recently."

"I had dinner with my aunt at the French restaurant two weeks ago at the weekend," Conan said with determination. "I'm afraid someone nearby heard it."

"That's a restaurant where people come and go. If we check them one by one, wouldn't the amount of work be too large?!"

Officer Shiratori finally interjected, "Leave this to us!"

"By the way, Officer Shiratori, the motorcycle ran towards Mihua Station. The license plate number is XXXX."

Nakamura nodded, "Officer Shiratori, you are responsible for leading the team to confirm the diners at the French restaurant at that time and the origin of the motorcycle. Mr. Mori recalls the people whose names contain numbers and investigates the targets who may be targeted later."

"Hi!" Officer Shiratiao left the ward quickly.

"Ten, ten..." Mouri Kogoro's head was knotted.

Conan was also trying to remember. If it was about Xiaolan, he would have an idea immediately, but he had no idea about the uncle.

Hiroki said calmly: "That French restaurant should have surveillance, right? If you use a computer to filter the names and surnames that include Ten, you can quickly filter them."

Nakamura shook his head and refused the proposal, "Hiroki, Mr. Agasa also needs your care here. I just need to go to the Mori Detective Agency."

"Okay," Hiroki looked at Dr. Ali who was still sleeping and nodded.

He knew that Nakamura wanted him to have a relatively normal childhood and did not want him to enter the oppressed adult society prematurely.

But while Nakamura wants to protect him, he also wants to do his part for his family.

If his strength is insufficient, then increase his strength. Sooner or later, he will let Uncle Yuta see his growth and stop treating him like a child!

*Maori House*

Mouri Kogoro took out a pen and paper and wrote and drew on the paper. If you count the split characters, basically everyone's name has more or less cross lines, including surnames such as Kobayashi, Ueda, and Shibata. .

However, judging from the patterns of the first few people, it is probably more straightforward.

Mouri Kogoro first thought of Miss Towako. She was Mama-san from the Ginza bar, one of Mouri Kogoro's favorite places recently.

Naturally, Nakamura didn't understand Kogoro Mouri's interpersonal relationships. He was bored and started to look at the hanging decorations around him, and he saw a photo frame.

In the photo frame is a professional golf player, with a chic and bold signature - Tsuji Hiroki.

Tsuji Hiroki is a well-known golf professional who has always achieved good results in domestic competitions. It is said that he will soon go to the United States to participate in the Golf Open.

Those trivial details are not important, "Mr. Mori, are you familiar with Mr. Tsuji Hiroki?"

Mouri Kogoro looked back and said, "We have been friends for a long time. I met him at a professional golf tournament. We usually have a drink when we meet."

Conan was more concerned about the case, "Uncle, we also met Mr. Tsuji Hiroki before dinner at the French restaurant that day, right?"

"Yes, we chatted for a while."

"It seems that Mr. Tsuji Hiroki is likely to be the next target."

Conan's face changed drastically, "Oops, uncle! I remember Mr. Tsuji Hiroki said that he would also fly a helicopter on Sundays. If the prisoner found out, would he have done something wrong?!"

Mouri Kogoro slapped the table, "Hey, hey! Doing tricks on the plane is not a way to survive at all."

Nakamura stood up immediately, "I immediately asked someone to go to Mr. Tsuji Hiroki's house to inform him of the situation. Today is Saturday and the flight won't take off until tomorrow. There's still time."

"We can't rule out that it will be Miss Towako, or someone will need to be sent to protect her safety."

"That's right. Leave it to me to make arrangements there. Mr. Mori, please continue thinking about other people with names."

"I understand."

Mouri Kogoro stayed, but Conan followed Nakamura out.

Hearing the patter of footsteps coming from behind, Nakamura said calmly: "Why are you following me here? Aren't you going to the hospital to visit Xiaolan's mother?"

"Uncle Nakamura——"

"What are you doing?" Nakamura continued walking forward, "You seemed to have a lot of ideas these days."

"No, no," Conan took two quick steps and held the hem of Nakamura's suit, "Can I go to the Metropolitan Police Department together?"

"certainly--"

Conan's eyes were bright and full of expectation.

"no!"

Conan said aggrievedly, "Let me participate. I'm sure I can discover a lot of interesting things."

Nakamura stopped angrily, turned around and poked Conan in the forehead, "You are just a seven-year-old kid now. Who asked you to chase the criminal? What will you do if the gangster has a gun?"

Conan grabbed Nakamura's arm, "The prisoner's weapon has always been a handmade crossbow..."

"So what? What if he brought a variety of weapons? What if he was chased by you and couldn't escape, so he just kidnapped you without doing anything? By the way, I almost forgot, the skateboard was confiscated !”

"Eh?!" Conan's expression changed drastically. "The skateboard is just an ordinary toy. Many children in school play with it."

"Did you forget to mention in the hospital that you chased the motorcycle to Mihua Station? Did you provide us with the license plate number for investigation? Ordinary skateboards can catch up with motorcycles, don't be kidding! It must be Mr. Ali again, do it What kind of props are they?"

Conan rolled his eyes a few times and immediately said: "I did ask the doctor to help me modify it, and the power became a little stronger, but I was gliding in a safe area and did not violate traffic rules!"

"Are you burned out?" Nakamura touched Conan's forehead, "Being able to catch up with a motorcycle is definitely not just a skateboard at an ordinary speed. If you can catch up, it means that you will most likely take a shortcut to the commercial street."

Seeing Conan, he still wanted to argue.

Nakamura covered his mouth, "Having a skateboard on the road is a violation of the road traffic law, not to mention that you are not wearing any protective gear, and your safety is not guaranteed. It must be confiscated!"

Conan muttered in grievance, "I can't drive a car, so the doctor finally made me a skateboard."

Nakamura looked at him quietly.

Conan didn't stop. Anyway, he looked like a child now. Acting like a baby in front of his elders could be considered a reasonable use of his own advantages.

"It's so difficult for me. I finally grew up to the age where I can take a driver's license, but now it's like this, and all my life plans have been completely destroyed.

She has a home and can't go back. She can only be a sibling with Xiaolan outside. No one listens to her words. She is carried around. If she interrupts, she will be punched by Uncle Maori.

Wuwuwu..."

Nakamura was silent for a long time. He noticed that people were looking at him from time to time on the roadside. He picked up Conan and strode forward.

"...Okay, okay, old rules."

Conan's head happened to rest on Nakamura's shoulder, and it was blocked firmly. His eyes were covered and he could not see, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

The voice was still muffled, "I know, I will memorize it well."