The vest is played on the face of the card

"Ah, why is there no such kind of alcohol in this world that will never cause a hangover?"

The decadent uncle lay on the table and said so.He is the recently famous detective Mori Kogoro. He drank too much yesterday. It is already afternoon, but his hangover has not eased at all.It hurts a little bit, but if you want to sleep, you don't feel sleepy at all.

"Really, since you know you'll get a hangover, don't drink so much."

Mao Lilan was cleaning up the mess left by his father yesterday, and said casually.

Mori Kogoro said: "What do you know, adults just have that kind of situation where they have to socialize."

Conan twitched the corners of his mouth, although he felt that this kind of statement was outrageous-compared to the situation where he had to socialize, Mori Kogoro was still shouting yesterday that he wanted to drink until dawn.

After the hangover headache eased a bit, Mori Kogoro picked up the newspaper on the table.The newspapers are full of mediocre news, and the city is rarely peaceful.

Mao Lilan suddenly seemed to remember something: "Father, it seems that a new detective agency has opened around here recently."

Mori Kogoro made a weird voice: "You said it was near here—? Near my Mori Detective Agency?"

Mao Lilan rolled up his sleeves to clean up the wine bottles on the ground, and opened the window again.The turbid smell of alcohol in the air finally dissipated a little bit, she said: "Although the signboard of that detective agency was only put up this morning, it has become famous in the vicinity one after another since a few days ago." gone."

Mori Kogoro frowned, he opened the window and looked outside, and sure enough, he saw an old wooden sign hanging on the opposite side of the road, not far from his detective agency.

The second floor is the office, and the first floor is an abandoned billiards room, which was closed down due to poor management. Before the billiards room closed down, Kogoro Mori occasionally went to play a few rounds.

Even if it doesn't play very well, it's right.

I thought that after the billiards room was closed, some entertainment venues would be moved in--such as small steel balls, but the unexpected thing was that someone would use the reputation of Mori Kogoro to do billiards near his residence. What detective agency.

Mori Kogoro pondered for a moment, and finally dug out a little sense of crisis from the corner of his brain—maybe he wanted to see the other party’s joke. Hu stubbled his chin and said, "Go and have a look."

Conan was reading the newspaper, but when he heard Kogoro Mori say this, he twitched his lips, but he didn't directly deny the other party's idea: "We won't be recognized, right?"

If it is discovered that it is out of a sense of crisis, so I go to have a look, I always feel very ashamed.

And compared to the well-planned detective on TV and the hangover uncle in reality, they are completely different.

If you are also a detective, you will probably be very disappointed to see that the famous "Sleeping Kogoro" is actually like this, which is completely different from the heroic appearance you imagined.

In short, the proposal gave him a very bad feeling.

Who knew that Mori Kogoro's thinking was completely different from his. He scratched the back of his head and showed a smug expression. He felt very good about himself: "If he is recognized, he insists on asking me for an autograph. Then I can only satisfy him, there is no way, who made me a detective."

Conan twitched his lips.

When they came near the detective agency, a woman holding a pet just came out of the building. When he saw Kogoro Mori, she froze for a moment, and subconsciously held her in her arms. The cat tucked into her arm, and she seemed to be cramped.

The lady said, "It's Mr. Maori."

Although Mori Kogoro didn't have much reasoning ability most of the time, at this moment, he could easily draw a conclusion from the lady's expression—she was just at the detective agency upstairs in the billiard room. After completing the commission, her satisfied expression was clearly the look she would have after the commission was completed.

Mori Kogoro chose not to expose this matter at this time.

He pretended not to notice this, and turned to say: "Sure enough, I was recognized. But I don't have the time to take a photo with you today. Is that newly opened detective agency located upstairs?"

The lady freed a finger and pointed to the plaque on one side.

That was the "plaque that was just hung up in the morning" that Xiaolan just said. It is more appropriate to say that it is a piece of wood rather than a plaque.The words "Narumi Detective Agency" were written on it in awkward handwriting.

Xiaolan read halfway: "Narumi... Mr. Detective who lives upstairs, is his surname Narumi?"

Although it was a rash interruption on a whim, she still brought some souvenirs, which were homemade snacks.I didn't know it before, but now that I see this plaque, I should write the detective's surname on it.

Who knew that lady laughed: "You mean Axiang, his name is not Narumi, his name is Shotaro Sato. To tell you the truth, he is an extremely good detective."

hateful.

Even when meeting his sleeping Kogoro, he never praised him like that.

Mori Kogoro was a little unhappy, but after all, he was in front of a lady, so he didn't say much, but after the lady left, he said rather dissatisfied: "Excellent detective or something...that's really an unpleasant term."

Conan recalled what he saw just now, and he said tentatively: "I think, uncle, you don't have to worry. The woman just now had clean clothes, but the cat in her arms was covered with grass clippings. , the paws are also dirty. There are concrete floors around here, she came here by car, and the soles of her shoes are very clean, so the pets held in her arms should not be so dirty in theory."

Mao Lilan squatted down and asked with a smile: "So what did you discover, Conan?"

Conan paused, showing an embarrassed smile: "The detective named Shotaro Sato probably just completed a commission to retrieve the pet."

Mao Lilan was thoughtful: "Is that so? Sometimes I really think that you, Conan, are smarter than ordinary children."

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Because Brother Shinichi once taught me some simple reasoning..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the wind chime beside him rang.

Clinking, as if inviting them upstairs.

Passing through the dilapidated billiard room, they saw a narrow door.

The door was not locked, and after it was pushed open, there was still the sound of wind chimes ringing, mixed with the sound of crackling, and the aroma of coffee filled the air, everything seemed very warm.

Although the interior is a bit crowded, it is barely chaotic and orderly, full of warm feeling.

"Welcome everyone, Mr. Maori, Miss Maori, and this little gentleman."

Suddenly a voice sounded.

Then the crackling sound also stopped.

Conan turned his head, and saw that the sound was made by a small red car. The car was about half the height of an adult, which was about the same height as him. There was something like a belt on the car. The sound came from that car. from the belt.

Is it some kind of sound transmission device?Or artificial intelligence?

"Mr. Belt, don't scare them."

The young man sitting at the end of the room spoke and stood up.Only then did he realize that the crackling sound just now was from a typewriter—in the age when smartphones were already common, it was really rare to use a typewriter instead of a computer.

Sitting in front of them, the young man didn't recognize Mori Kogoro. He said to the belt, "Mr. Belt, do you know them?"

So the belt began a series of introductions: "I've seen the news about Miss Maori's competition, and it was not long ago. Although I didn't get to see the competition with my own eyes, it must be very exciting."

Mao Lilan was a little embarrassed by the praise.

The belt continued: "Mr. Maori, I have often heard about you. You have a very good reputation as the 'Sleeping Kogoro'. I heard about you from the police department. It is a very perfect reasoning." , It’s wonderful, as expected of Mr. Mori. It’s a great honor for me to meet you today.”

Mori Kogoro was praised a little bit.

So Mr. Belt drove the car again. I don't know how he did it. The tray fell steadily on his mechanical arm along the track of the machine.

The man called "Mr. Belt" held the hot milk and said, "Sir, would you like something to drink? Like hot milk or something."

The young man on one side opened his eyes in disbelief, and he protested loudly: "That's my milk!"

Mr. Belt laughed: "i'msorry, Shotaro. I think that if the milk cools down, it may lose a little flavor, so I will prepare it again for you. 995 degrees Fahrenheit, converted to 375 degrees Celsius, is your favorite temperature, right?"

The youth fell silent.

The originally tense atmosphere was calmed down with the words of Mr. Belt.

Conan was holding the milk, even though he didn't intend to drink it, in this weather, just holding a warm cup felt very comfortable.

He looked at the detective agency curiously.

He saw many hats hanging on one side of the decorative wall, one of which was in tatters.Next to the decorative wall, there are other things, a row of exquisitely crafted dolls, the last doll is probably made by a different person, it is crooked, and it can barely be seen that it looks like a bat. Next to the bat, there is a cat. dolls.

Mr. Belt spoke very gently: "That is Shotaro's collection, if you are curious, you can take a closer look."

The young man opened his eyes wide. He looked at the last two dolls and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't touch them. It took me a long time to make them!"

Mr. Belt reassured him: "Shotaro, it would be a pity if no one came to play with the toys and met someone who admired them. Even if it is a toy factory, maybe the commercials selling toys will adjust the plot line because of this."

The young man really stopped talking now.

It turned out that he was the detective named Shotaro Sato.

But since his surname is "Zuo", it is a bit strange that the name of the detective agency is "Narumi Detective Agency".

Once Conan's curiosity came up, there was no way to suppress it.

If you are a child, you will have the privilege to ask questions, even if you want to get to the bottom of it, it is normal.

Conan raised his head and asked in a naive tone: "I saw the words Narumi Detective Agency at the door, are you Mr. Narumi?"

This is a very simple temptation, because he is a child, so he is confident that this kind of temptation will not be discovered.

Mr. Belt brought out some biscuits again, and he spoke very gently: "No, my name is Cullem Steinbert. But don't be disappointed, a child of your age can know so many words, It's been great."

Conan frowned——

Generally speaking, if two detectives are not surnamed Narumi, will there be a detective agency with that name?And is this machine remotely controlled?Where is the man who manipulated this "Mr. Belt"?

But before he could figure it out, the phone rang.

It's Shotaro Sato's cell phone, and Kogoro Mori's mobile phone.

The two of them received the call at the same time, and they didn't know what they heard. Their expressions became serious, and Mori Kogoro quickly hung up the phone.

It was Police Officer Megure.

After hanging up the phone, Mori Kogoro originally wanted to go back to his detective agency and set off with the car keys, but who knows that Shotaro Sato also hung up the phone at this time.

Probably guessing something, Mori Kogoro glanced at him and asked, "Is it Mr. Okumura's business?"

Shotaro Sato looked up at the sky, as if he didn't expect things to turn out like this, he said, "That's the musician."

Sure enough, it was a case.

When encountering a difficult case that is difficult to solve, it is not a strange thing if Kogoro Mori is specially invited to come. After all, the time of the crime is nearby, and it will be quickly arrived by car.

The scene has been sealed off. When the case is at a loss, it is not very strange to invite Mori Kogoro who lives nearby to solve the case.

But it would be strange if Shotaro Sato came.

Conan keenly noticed that Shotaro Sato was still stained with cat fur. When he changed his clothes, he showed a part of his wrist. There were marks on his wrist that had been scratched by some kind of animal's sharp claws. He could know the truth without reasoning. go through--

He could imagine that Shotaro Zuo accepted the commission of finding a pet, called the cat's name everywhere, finally found the cat, but was scratched by the cat in turn.

Before going out, Shotaro Sato seemed to be making some preparations.

He went to a more secluded place, and when he came out again, he was already dressed as a qualified detective. His shirt was meticulous, he was wearing a suit vest, and even the bow tie around his neck was meticulous.

He said, "Let's go."

He also has a special accent when he speaks, as if he is imitating a character in a movie from the last century.Even if he seemed a little cold when he spoke, it didn't alienate anyone at all.

He even wears a hat.

Mr. Middle Belt wants to use the robotic arm to help him hold the hat, but Shotaro mercilessly refuses.

"This is my favorite hat, don't touch it! Last time, the oil on your robotic arm got on it, and it took me a long time to clean it."

Mr. Belt said, "You know, it was an accident, Shotaro."

Shotaro just put the hat on his head solemnly.

Conan didn't know his sense of ritual very well, he twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that to a certain extent, Shotaro Sato might be very compatible with Kogoro Mori.

Anyway, not really a bad guy.

When Conan was thinking this way, he inadvertently looked at Shotaro Sato one more time.

At that time, Shotaro was picking up the keys from the storage rack on the side.The key was placed a little high, and he had to raise his hand to get it.When he raised his hand, he complained casually: "Did you do something to my motorcycle again?"

On the one hand, Currim Steinbet, Mr. Belt, laughed pleasantly, neither admitting nor denying the incident.

Just as Conan was about to look back, he froze.

When Shotaro Sato raised his hand, his wrist was exposed again.The place that was scratched by the cat just now is now smooth without any scars, as if everything is just his illusion.

—Is it makeup?

Conan glanced at the other's black sleeve and denied the idea.Whether it's disguise or concealer, there's no way to completely cover up the uneven wound in such a short period of time.

And for dark clothes, if you apply concealer or the like on the surface of the skin, the cuffs will definitely be stained.

But none.

Will any human being be able to heal wounds in such a short period of time?

So when Shotaro Sato held the key and Mr. Belt repeatedly said "I'll go out with you", Conan quietly stood behind Shotaro Mouriran and separated Shotaro Sao from him quietly.

Not sure about Shotaro's identity, so he doesn't want Ran to get too close to that person.

With a childlike tone, he raised his head and said, "My phone seems to have fallen on the sofa. I want to go back and get it, is that okay?"

"You forgetful little brat."

Instead, Kogoro Mori answered him first.

Because there was a slight delay in the middle, when they finally arrived at the crime scene, the scene was already surrounded.

It was an underground parking lot nearby. There was no surveillance in the parking lot, and there were spurts of blood around it. The deceased had been properly placed and sent to the forensic office.

Only traces drawn with white lines were left on the ground.

Shotaro Sato has been here for a while, parked his car.

It seems to be the motorcycle named "Honda Fire Blade" that often appears on TV and magazines. It seems to have been repainted, and the overall black and green color is very eye-catching.

Mori Kogoro said casually, "What happened?"

Mu Mu Shisan pointed at the crying lady with a bitter face.

—it was the lady with the cat they had just seen.

Mu Mushisan said: "She is the wife of the deceased, Mrs. Okumura. She was the witness of the incident. She heard a loud noise in the underground parking lot when she was parking, so she came to check, so she saw Okumura Mister's corpse."

Mori Kogoro pointed to Shotaro Sato and asked, "What about him?"

Megushisan was silent for a moment, and said: "Mrs. Okumura said that Shotaro Sato is the best detective she knows. If he is here, he will definitely be able to tell the truth about the incident."

Hey, that kind of detective with cat hair on his body is unreliable no matter what.

Just a half-detective.

Conan no longer knew what to say.

But when he was about to say something, he saw Shotaro take off his hat.

Just now he said, "This hat is my favorite one," and kept that Mr. Belt from touching it.But now, the hat was gently placed on Mrs. Okumura's head.

Mrs. Okumura, who had just lost her husband, cried bitterly under the cover of the hat, and her sad face was also obscured by the cover of the hat.

—Maybe, Shotaro Sato is not the kind of detective he thought.

Conan suddenly couldn't say anything.

The case itself was not difficult this time, and they quickly figured out the murderer's modus operandi - although it seemed that the wooden warehouse was opened the moment Mrs. Okumura came to the underground garage, the murderer used clever tactics , using the sound of balloon bursting to simulate the sound of opening a wooden barn.

Mrs. Okumura had never heard the real sound of opening a wooden warehouse before, and she found her husband's body later, so it was not surprising that she didn't find something wrong with the sound in the panic.

After deducing the criminal's modus operandi, it's time to arrest the criminal.

As long as you give a little hint, it's like a child playing around, if you pretend to have just discovered the balloon fragments on the ground, even Mori Kogoro can complete a wonderful reasoning.

But the problem is that although there are not many people entering and exiting this underground parking lot, in order to prevent emergencies, multiple exits are still set up.

In addition, there is no surveillance, and the lens that can recognize the license plate is not the kind of design that can store video, and the incident has reached a deadlock.

The most important step in solving a case is to find the criminal, and then use the law to punish him.

But if the prisoner can't be found, then there will be no way to impose sanctions.

Damn it, is this prisoner really going to be let go this time?

No, there must be a way, think about it——

While Conan was thinking about countermeasures, Shotaro Sato squatted down, picked up the fragments of the balloon on the ground, and said firmly, "I know this balloon."

All eyes were on him, Shotaro Sato seemed not in a good mood, he said: "There is a Noguchi supermarket near Mr. Okumura's home. These balloons are the product of the failure of the boss to purchase, and they are cheaper than ordinary balloons." It’s much thinner, and Noguchi is reluctant to throw it away, and he can’t sell it, so he often gives it away.”

Conan quickly grasped the point from his words: "You said, do you know Mr. Okumura?"

Shotaro Sato stepped on his motorcycle, and when the motorcycle engine started, it made a humming sound.Because the sound was so loud that his voice became indistinct.

"This city is my garden, and I remember everyone."

Hey, it's true.

While Conan was still thinking about the truth of his words, Shotaro had already put on his helmet.Through the helmet, his face could not be seen clearly.

He thought for a while and said, "The key words are balloons, Noguchi Supermarket, and..."

Shotaro looked back at the crying lady who was buried in the hat."The last key word is, cat," he said.

Conan opened his eyes wide: "What do you know?"

Shotaro Sato did not answer the question directly, saying: "I will never allow anyone to make this city cry."

Just now, the person he regarded as a half-detective said so, and the motorcycle sped away.

At this moment, he heard the voice of Police Officer Mu Mu: "Stop him quickly, it's too dangerous, the prisoner may bring the wooden warehouse—"

The author has something to say: Honda Fire Blade is the nickname of Honda cbr1000rr, and Shotaro’s motorcycle hardboilder in w was changed from that.

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