Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

A week later, when night fell, a mahjong parlor in Mihuacho 5-chome had just begun to become lively.

Gao Cheng and Uncle Mao Li joined together at a table, frowning and thinking about how to play cards.

Having not received any commissions for several days, he became poker friends with Uncle Mao Li out of boredom, and the relationship between the two finally improved a lot.

However, compared with Uncle Mao Li who was in a good mood, Gao Cheng's complexion became worse and worse, almost sinking into the water.

Uncle Mao Li also said that losing money at the poker table is nothing, just as paying tuition fees, but from the beginning to the end, the uncle himself has never lost much, on the contrary, he has been paying "tuition fees".

Already lost a week of food expenses...

The original owner has almost never touched mahjong, and he is similar. Before time travel, he only watched others play it, and the Japanese way of playing seems to be different. He only knew a little bit because of a cartoonist.

"Hmm." Uncle Mao Li looked solemnly at the mahjong in front of him, and while hesitating, suddenly a small hand stretched out in the uncle's bewildered eyes, and pushed out a five-ball box without saying a word.

"What?!" The uncle reacted, and angrily mentioned Conan who had intervened, "You're playing my cards again!"

"What's the matter?" The cardmate at the same table smiled and took over the game, "Brother Mao Li, you are so lucky today, losing a hand is just a trifle..."

"Nonsense!"

Conan happily overturned the card without waiting for the uncle's consent.

"All in one color, eight sets!"

"Eh?!" Gao Cheng's eyes are straight, who can tell him why Conan can play mahjong?

"Haha, I won again, take the money, take the money!" Uncle Mao Li was overjoyed.

"Ah, I really convinced you, it's amazing," the poker player who lost money smiled helplessly, got up and left the poker table and said, "I'm really unlucky today, sorry, I have to go first."

"But there will be a shortage of people..."

"By the way, let's find Feitian." The remaining poker player pointed to the opposite side of the mahjong parlor and suggested, "It's the president of Feitian who runs a financial company opposite."

"Finance company?"

Gao Cheng looked out the window along the way, and saw that there was indeed a "Feitian Finance" in the opposite building.

"Is the president of the financial company playing with you too?"

"Actually, he's just a loan shark. President Feitian's only fun is counting money and playing mahjong," the poker player said with a smile, "If you look for him, you will definitely come."

After a while, the poker player returned to the poker table after making the phone call: "He is still counting the money and said he will be there in 30 minutes, so we need to find someone to make up the number first."

"Then let me come," Conan recommended himself, "I'll play before he comes..."

"No!" Xiao Lan, who was still wearing her school uniform, appeared beside her with her hips crossed, glaring at Uncle Mao Li and Gao Cheng angrily, "Really! I wonder why Conan hasn't come back yet, so you brought him here Already!"

"Xiao, Xiaolan..."

"Conan is only in primary school, how can you teach him how to play mahjong!"

"That," the uncle said in a cold sweat, "I brought him here to learn numbers and Chinese characters..."

"Really?" Xiaolan held Conan coldly,

"Go home, Conan!"

"By the way, Xiaolan," the poker player asked, "Would you like to try it? Just play for half an hour."

"No," Xiaolan turned her head and said disgustedly, "I don't want to play this kind of dark and unhealthy adult game!"

"Oh?"

Gao Cheng's eyelids twitched, and then sank again.

After nearly half an hour.

"Nonsense!" Xiaolan excitedly held the hand-push card, "Look, it's all Chinese characters this time, so beautiful!"

"Nonsense again..."

"Da, Da Sanyuan... and the word Yise! How can you even use this kind of card?!"

The people at the same table were all terrified, and even Gao Cheng couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Xiaolan at the card table was like a demon king, everyone was dominated by her innocent smile for nearly half an hour...

Why didn't I know Xiaolan was so powerful before? Why don't you know Xiaolan's character design? If he knew, he wouldn't play mahjong with Xiaolan even if he was killed.

"Scary woman..."

Gao Cheng wiped off his cold sweat, looked at the green-faced Uncle Mao Li and his poker friends beside him, and said hesitantly, "Well, I don't think I'm suitable for playing poker today, maybe another day."

"Ah, that's right," the poker player reacted, and quickly echoed, "It's strange, Feitian is really slow, it's been almost half an hour, I'll call and ask, he seemed flustered before, I don't know Is there something wrong?"

"Beep beep!" There was a busy voice, but there was no connection.

"It's strange, no one answered, the lights in the office are on..."

Gao Cheng's face was slightly condensed, and he looked closely at Feitian Finance in the opposite building.

After traveling to the world of Conan, cases have almost become a part of daily life, especially when he is often with Uncle Maori and Conan, who is known as the "Grim Reaper", and incidents may occur anytime, anywhere.

Since the death of Boss Jingu was not expected in the last Sherlock Holmes fan murder incident, he is now quite sensitive to these...

"Let's go and have a look."

Many buildings in this area have similar structures. Feitian Finance and Gao Cheng's detective agency are both on the second floor, and the windows are clearly still lit.

After a group of people rushed to the door, they kept shouting, but they never got a response from the president of Feitian. At this time, an employee of a financial company happened to come back.

"What's wrong? What are you doing in front of our company?"

The man in front of him was in his thirties and forties, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked a bit refined.

"We waited for your boss to play mahjong and couldn't wait for anyone, so we came directly to call him."

"Is our president still in there?"

The man opened the door, and sure enough, he saw that the lights inside were still on.

"By the way, why did you come back?" Uncle Maori asked strangely.

"Because I forgot my phone in the company..."

The man looked around, picked up a mobile phone on the table and said to everyone: "If you are looking for the president, he should be in the president's office."

There was no response from the president's room, and the door was locked from the inside. Without a spare key, Gao Cheng and Uncle Mao Li had no choice but to open the door, only to see a fat middle-aged man inside a pile of banknotes, His face was terrifying.

"It's out of breath!"

Gao Cheng approached the corpse and vaguely smelled bitter almonds.

Potassium cyanide poisoning, a common poison in Conan...

Taking advantage of the time when Uncle Mao Li sealed off the scene and asked everyone to call the police, Gao Cheng looked carefully at the president's office.

The door is locked from the inside, the only key is on the desk, and the windows are also locked from the inside...

There is no reason for someone who planned to play mahjong to commit suicide suddenly. This is a murder in a secret room.

Gao Cheng turned his gaze to the corpse and its surroundings.

Since it wasn't suicide, someone had poisoned it. There was no food at the scene, and the only suspicious thing was a cup of coffee.

The specific situation can only be investigated after the police arrive.

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