Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

Asahino Station.

At the exit, Xingchen stretched.

It was a very comfortable sleep, but it was still very tiring to sleep sitting up.

It would be nice to have a sofa.

He turned his head and looked at the four people again.

Xingchen thought to himself, the three little ones and Conan are really energetic.

Mitsuhiko was holding the location they had investigated in advance.

Mitsuhiko pointed at the building over there and said, "The apartment that Mr. Kazama rented should be nearby."

"And Mr. Kisaragi's house is probably on that hill." Mitsuhiko looked around and said when he saw a hill facing Mount Fuji.

They decided to go to Mr. Kazama's apartment.

Inside the apartment.

The six people greeted each other politely when they entered the room, and then Hidehiko Kazama took them to the living room.

Everyone was served a fruit drink.

Xingchen looked at the various construction molds in Fengjian Yingyan's house. There was also a construction drawing on the table not far away.

Then he looked at the computer next to him.

The relatively old CAD interface made Xingchen feel extremely familiar.

After all, he studied computer science in his previous life, so he was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

Computer screens also seem to have been upgraded and are no longer covered with thick screens.

Instead, it is more like the current LCD screen and is thinner.

But it can’t compare to the computer screens of the era before time travel.

But from this we can see that Hidehiko Kazama is still very rich.

Xingchen blinked and thought to himself that he didn't quite understand the content, but he could recognize that it was probably an architectural drawing of a certain building.

There is even a secondary screen, what a luxury.

Conan also discovered these things, and he shouted: "Ah, this is CAD, the design is all done by computer."

"Oh, you understand it quite well. I think no one uses a drawing board anymore," Hidehiko Kazama praised.

"What is a drawing board?" Mitsuhiko asked curiously.

Fengjian Yingyan laughed, and then said: "After all this time, you don't even know what the drawing board is."

He explained: "In the past, people would stick a piece of paper on a large board and then use a pencil and compass to design on the paper."

"Is that so?" Mitsuhiko nodded.

Feng Jianying said as if getting to the point: "By the way, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Just ask." Yuantai touched Mitsuhiko's arm and said. Mitsuhiko also felt embarrassed after all, he had never asked others such questions.

It’s still the first time.

But Yuantai did not give Mitsuhiko a chance to refuse, but said that it was your suggestion.

Then it must be you who goes first.

Mitsuhiko had no choice, after all, he was the one who proposed it first.

He took out the notebook with the Junior Detective Team badge from his pocket and said bravely: "Actually, Mr. Kazama, we want to..."

"Your house is quite nice," he said, changing the subject.

Xingchen and Conan thought he would take his own step.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

Suddenly I was sweating profusely.

Mitsuhiko continued to talk about family matters, and Conan felt that this was not a good idea.

If this continues, we won’t be able to find out anything until dark.

Xingchen was still thinking, why not come by himself.

But at this time, Ayumi stood up and said, "We are the Junior Detective Team."

"Oh." Hidehiko Kazama found the five little ones quite interesting, but Ayumi's words aroused some interest in him.

"We are here to investigate the murder of Mr. Oki."

Hidehiko Kazama thought, aren't they afraid that he is the murderer and will kill them all to silence them?

So he praised: "You are really brave."

"Okay, you can ask whatever you want." Hidehiko Kazama said, supporting his head with his hands. Such a brave child should be rewarded.

Since he has nothing to do, he might as well play some detective games with the kids.

"Little detectives, please ask."

"Ahem." It was finally Mitsuhiko's turn to show his talent. He coughed a few times and said, "So, what do you think of the deceased Mr. Oki?"

"Oh, that's a very precise point." said Hidehiko Kazama, sitting up straight.

Fengjian Yingyan thought for a while and said: "A sleazy middle-aged man, but thanks to him for revising the municipal bill. I got a job because of it, and I am very grateful to him for that."

Xingchen thought, if what he said was true.

Then he had no reason to kill Damu Yansong, which means that the most basic suspicion can be ruled out.

Then Mitsuhiko asked several more questions. In the first one, he said that he had no conflict with Mr. Oki.

But Conan got the information from it and said, "That will cause a conflict with others."

He said again that he did not mean that.

Then the second and third questions.

None of them were able to obtain any useful clues.

So the five of them took their leave first.

They will go to Mr. Kisaragi's house.

But after entering, Mr. Ruyue ignored them.

Instead, he was concentrating on painting Mount Fuji.

The quiet environment made everyone present speechless.

I could only kneel down in the studio obediently and watch Rugetsufengshui paint Mount Fuji.

Xingchen thought to himself, what a cold artist. I don't know when Guangyan and the others will speak.

Otherwise, let him and Conan come.

But from the way Mr. Ruzuki has looked until now, he doesn't look like an old man who can communicate well.

I’m afraid they will be chased out if they make a sound.

They waited outside for quite a long time, and it was almost dusk before they came in.

I won't just go back without any gain.

Yuanta couldn't wait any longer, he touched Mitsuhiko's arm again to signal him to speak.

Conan was looking at the surrounding environment. Its simplicity and plainness simply told of the old man's persistence in painting Mount Fuji.

"Well, we are from the Junior Detective League." Mitsuhiko said cautiously.

When Ruyue Fengshui heard them speak, he suddenly stopped painting.

It made the atmosphere even colder.

"We would like to ask Mr. Oki for advice."

Ruyue Fengshui suddenly turned his head and looked at them angrily, blowing his nose and glaring, saying: "Children, don't try to learn how to solve cases like the police."

"Huh!" The three little ones were instantly frightened.

"No, we." They wanted to explain something else.

“But then again, it’s not good to go back empty-handed.” Ruyue Fengshui put down his paintbrush, looked at them helplessly and said.

"Huh?" Xingchen was stunned. Did he think we were commissioned by someone else?

"I'll give you something nice as a gift."

Gift? Xingchen thought, such a nice person should give a gift.

Half an hour later, outside the door.

Five people stood outside the door, and Xingchen looked at the simple portrait in his hand.

But Xingchen's mouth twitched slightly, and with just a few strokes, his handsome look was drawn on the paper.

There is the old man's signature next to the painting. How much can this painting be sold for?