Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Facts have proved that Uncle Maori was overjoyed a bit too early. The Maori Detective Agency has not commissioned a month since it resumed business, and the situation is grim.

After inviting guests once, the uncle's pockets never bulged again, and he finally returned to his old business, pinning his hopes on horse racing.

"Okay, the racehorses have finally entered the last corner! The last 200 meters are side by side, which horse can break out of the encirclement?"

"No. 2 Devil Typhoon won! This result is too unexpected, the audience is boiling! But then again, there should be no normal audience who will buy No. 2..."

"I've won!" Maori Detective Agency heard the cheering voice of an uncle, with a scruffy beard, like a child holding a lottery ticket, "It's a big upset with 3 million! 3 million! God bless you!"

"3 million?!" Unprepared Xiaolan also exclaimed, startled, "Is it true?"

"Of course, I said I won the general meeting!"

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng arrived downstairs at the office, and was about to go upstairs with Yoko Okino's video tape, when he heard the shout, he paused.

"Did you win the lottery?"

"It's a pity," the narrator on the TV continued, "Devil Typhoon Inclined was disqualified from the competition, and the ranking has changed. The first place is No. 8 Iron Brandy!"

"How could this be?" Uncle Maori grabbed the TV in despair, "Don't God help the poor?"

"That, uncle..."

Gao Cheng appeared at the door, knocked on the door and said, "I'll return the video tape."

"My 3 million..." The uncle was hit hard, and he lay tightly in front of the computer, as if he couldn't even take care of his most precious video tape of Yoko Okino.

"What's the matter, uncle?" Gao Cheng looked at Conan beside him in doubt.

"What else can I do?" Conan said with a speechless smile, "I lost the horse betting again..."

"Isn't it normal to lose?"

"How do you, a rich man, know the pain of the poor?"

The uncle snotted his nose and turned to look at Gao Cheng: "The 3 million you got actually flew away!"

"I didn't get it..."

Gao Cheng put the video tape on the coffee table,

Keep looking on the shelves.

"Aren't there any other videos besides Yoko-san? I forgot to watch Kamen Rider last time..."

"Stupid, how could I record that kind of program?!" Uncle Mao Li said angrily, "You should go to those brats for such a thing!"

"Sorry, is that Mr. Mori?"

A woman wearing sunglasses appeared at the door, followed by a tall and thin man with glasses who looked like a butler.

"I'm Zhuang Tang Hutao, and I want to trouble Mr. Maori with something."

"Ah," Xiaolan whispered when she saw someone coming, "It's the wealthy young lady who won a lottery of 100 million yen on TV!"

"What?" The uncle stared at the person with wide eyes and gritted teeth.

God loves the rich...

"It seems that I want to give the winning lottery ticket to someone," Xiaolan asked curiously, "but what should I ask my father for help?"

The uncle lifted his spirits when he heard the words, but it was a pity that the person who came to give away the lottery ticket was obviously not him.

"It's me," Zhuangtang Hutao said while leaning on crutches, "I want to give the lottery ticket to the boy who protected me when I was a child and was seriously injured. I can't recognize him now based on his appearance and voice, but I remember that at that time, his There was a long strip on the T-shirt, and there was still blood seeping out. Although my eyesight gradually declined due to that accident and I can't see it at all now, I can't forget that scene..."

The uncle was disappointed: "So you want to entrust me to use this wound as a clue to find that boy?"

"No," the man in charge explained, "Because I said it on TV, someone has already come to the door, claiming to be the boy from back then, and there are two..."

"two?"

Uncle Mao Li sat down on the sofa facing Zhuangtang Hutao, and took the two photos.

"You want me to find out which of these two people is the real one..."

"Yes, because there was only one person who saved me back then."

"That is to say, the other one is fake, purely to cheat money, what a hateful guy."

Uncle Mao Li saw the two people in the photo, and continued to ask: "So, have you seen the wounds of these two people?"

"The housekeeper, Mr. Yasuya, has seen it..."

"I've seen it before," said the housekeeper. "The gentleman with the brown hair is on the back, and the gentleman with the black hair is on the chest. They both have big scars..."

"Aren't you sure whether the scar is on the back or the chest?" Uncle Maori asked in surprise.

"That's right," Zhuangtang Hutao lowered his head, "I only remember that the wound spanned two armpits, it was very big..."

"By the way, where is the location of the car accident?"

"It was the summer vacation 30 years ago. When I went to Izu with my parents for vacation, I met a boy of about the same age at the beach..."

"Buzz!" The car drove away from the downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency, leaving Gao Cheng alone behind.

Uncle, he ran away after receiving the commission, which sounds like a good commission.

A nearly 40-year-old beautiful woman is looking for her first love. He has also seen the report on TV. Except for the scars and the mysterious boy who is called "Sweet Ginger", he is still firmly grasping. Big beautiful heart.

It's amazing, I haven't forgotten it after 30 years, and 30 years ago, I was still in the second grade of elementary school. Is it true that children fall in love so early and so long?

Gao Cheng thought of the doctor and Fushahui, and thought of Ayumi and the others.

This world is obsessed with the love of childhood sweethearts, right?

Think he is 19 years old now, actually older...

...

Outside Zhuangtang Hutao's house, Gao Cheng was temporarily called by Police Officer Mumu, and accidentally met Police Officer Matsumoto.

In fact, Gao Cheng, the superior of Police Officer Mumu, rarely interacts with him, and has not met him a few times. What impresses him the most is the scar across his left eye and his serious crew cut face.

"Actually, I wanted to contact Detective Kido before," Matsumoto said in a deep voice, "The serial murderer who has been at large for 20 years finally has a clue..."

"Serial murderer?"

"Twenty years ago, I chased him to the pier by myself. He left me with this scar, but I also took the knife from that guy, chopped him down with my backhand, and left a scar on his body. The 'one' knife marks..."

Matsumoto looked at the luxurious villa of Zhuangtang's family on the other side.

"So after seeing the news two days ago, I thought that guy might come to fish in troubled waters, so I followed him..."

"Is the wound on the back or on the chest?" Gao Cheng asked.

"I don't remember clearly," Matsumoto said shaking his head, "I just remember that I was hit. At that time, my left eye was injured and I couldn't see clearly... Anyway, Detective Kido, I hope you can help us find the murderer. "