People Are in Rice Flowers, the Male God of Tea Art at the Beginning

"If you live nearby, you've heard of his name."

"Many people nearby have bought the clocks he made."

The skinny uncle introduced.

"So this is ah!"

"However, the clocks here are still too many, too exaggerated!"

Mouri Kogoro looked around the room.

On the wall, on the table, on the wooden shelf, on the window sill, there are all kinds of clocks hung everywhere.

Some are pointer type, some are digital type, so many are exaggerated, it is simply a watch museum.

"Did he also make this rabbit clock?"

Xiaolan picked up an alarm clock and asked curiously.

"That's not it!"

"My grandfather made only those mechanical clocks, like this kind of electronic clocks, he probably bought them out of interest!"

The fat uncle explained.

"very strange!"

"All the electronic clocks here are marked with a trace in the middle of the last two digits, that is, in the middle of the digits displayed on the minute!"

Conan picked up an electronic clock with a puppy pattern, and the detective radar was activated instantly.

"Because these electronic clocks were not made by him, he wouldn't cherish them!"

Mouri Kogoro said angrily.

As always, a wrong answer was ruled out very precisely.

"By the way, who is the girl in this photo?"

Suddenly, he picked up a 763 photo frame on the table.

The photo inside is of an old man and a young girl, both holding golf clubs.

In an instant, Mouri Kogoro's eyes lit up.

Twenty-year-old, fair-skinned, good-looking, and beautiful.

This is the Miss Nakamura of his dreams, a lonely beauty with a single-family villa and a huge inheritance!

"That, that..."

"should be……"

The skinny uncle looked nervous, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"It should be the granddaughter of a friend of our grandfather!"

"Hahaha... He knows too many friends, and many times, we don't even remember."

The fat uncle hurriedly rounded things up.

"demon!"

"demon?"

Dr. Li picked up a golf bag with the words "demon" printed on it.

"I guess it's a sports brand!"

Mouri Kogoro yawned and was no longer interested.

"Isn't demon the name of a former gang of thieves?"

"It's the gang that often steals black-hearted companies!"

Xiao Lan said excitedly.

demon?

thieves?

clock?

digital?

In an instant, Makoto Higashino remembered everything.

It turned out to be the case! .

Chapter 174

"That's not a demon, it's called the Storm Rogues - Goblins!"

Mouri Kogoro corrected his daughter's statement.

Snapped!

The thin uncle who was holding a few cups of coffee in one hand shook, all the coffee was spilled on the ground, and the bone china cup shattered on the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Xiaolan squatted down quickly and helped him clean the messy ground.

"You have injured one hand, why do you have to serve coffee?"

Mouri Kogoro complained.

Knowing that he was wearing a bandage, his right hand was useless.

Even with his left hand, he was holding a plate of four cups of coffee with just one hand.

Isn't it all right?

"Dad, how can you say that to others?"

"He also brews coffee with good intentions!"

Xiaolan glared at her father, this is too much to say!

"This cup..."

Conan picked up one of the coffee cups, but fell into thought.

The handles of all coffee cups are animal prints.

Only this coffee cup is an ordinary handle.

In other places, this is a very common thing, nothing surprising.

However, in this villa, it was different.

The alarm clocks in the room are divided into mechanical alarm clocks made by the owner and electronic alarm clocks purchased with money.

And all electronic alarm clocks are different animal patterns.

At the same time, on the display numbers of the electronic alarm clock, a line was clearly drawn in the middle.

Plus these coffee mugs with animal handles.

Everything here is weird!

"give it to me!"

"Let me handle this kind of thing!"

Xiaolan took the last coffee cup, and the instinct of a good wife and mother was activated again.

Seeing this kind of messy housework, she can't help but want to clean it up.

"By the way, what is the weird thing you said in the letter?"

Mouri Kogoro asked curiously.

"It's these clocks!"

"Every time at 11 o'clock, they..."

Bang!

In an instant, the thin uncle was slammed to the ground by Makoto Higashino.

The bones were brittle, as if the whole body was falling apart.

"You, what are you doing?"

Mouri Kogoro's eyes widened.

"what happened?"

Dr. A Li was also dumbfounded.

"you……"

Conan was even more stunned, not knowing what Makoto Higashino was doing.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"Mr. Higashino, what are you doing?"

The thin uncle gritted his teeth in pain, wishing he could kill this guy now.

However, the mystery of this villa has not yet been solved, and the wisdom of this famous detective is still needed for the time being.

He could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Bang!

Before he could stand up with his arms up, Makoto Higashino raised his foot and stepped on his injured right wrist.

Click!Click!

The crisp sound, obviously the sound of broken bones, made the scalp numb.

"What the hell are you doing...¨?"