Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"Wow! This house is really not small!" Uncle Maori sighed while standing in front of the Zhuangtang family's manor with a pergola in his hand.

"I didn't expect such a beautiful manor to be built so far from the city." Xiaolan also sighed.

Seemingly because Xiaolan's words were far involved, Zhuangtang Hutao, who was standing in front, suddenly apologized: "I'm sorry, because of me, the Maori Detective is on the road, his name is Nanben Longping, and he claims to be the one Miss Zhuangtang is looking for. A person who has a long scar on his back.

"Are you talking about me?" A slender, dark-faced man glanced at the former, he was naturally another person, accompanied by Chuangwu, with a scar on his chest.

"It's almost time for you to confess, right? A fake?" Ryuhei Kusumoto sneered.

"Huh? Then I should tell you, right?" Sogo, the companion, shot back.

Zhuangtang Hutao and Butler Baogu have become accustomed to such conversations between these two people. It has been like this since the two people met in the villa.

"The two of you should stop arguing. The Maori detective will naturally identify who is true and who is false." Putting down the knife and fork, Zhuangtang Hutao said after wiping his mouth, "That's right, Mr. Maori."

"Well, no problem." Uncle Maori smiled: "Anyway, I'll take them to another room and ask them separately."

"Then please, Mr. Detective." "See you later." The two rushed out of the restaurant, as if to show their confidence.

"Please be sure to verify carefully, it is also possible that both of them are counterfeit goods." Butler Baogu walked up to Uncle Maori before he got up, and whispered: "After all, it has been 30 years, the boys of the year may be Maybe she is no longer alive, or she may not have seen the missing person notice of Miss."

"Impossible!" Zhuangtang Hutao, whose hearing is far more sensitive than normal people, suddenly shouted: "He is still alive! And he is still in this house! Although I can no longer see, my eyes are telling me that. mine!"

"Hey!" Uncle Maori was taken aback by Miss Zhuangtang Hutao's reaction, but Steward Baogu had seen it a lot and was not surprised.

"Where is Conan?" Xiao Lan was also frightened, she turned her head to see Conan's reaction, but found that Conan was no longer in her seat at some point.

"Conan! What are you doing?" Xiao Lan found Conan lying on the wall, looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows next to her.

"Sister Xiaolan, look, it seems that someone is staring here!" Conan said, it turned out that it was not his illusion, but someone was staring at it.

"What? Don't scare me Conan!"

…

"My eyes are telling me that the murderer was here." Manager Matsumoto said firmly.

"Why?" Mizuma asked while nibbling on simple food.

The two were now leaning against the fence of Zhuangtang's house, looking inside like two suspicious figures. To be honest, Mizumayuki didn't know why he did this, at least he didn't think it was necessary.

"Accurately speaking, it's the wound. The wound that the murderer left on my left eye back then is constantly getting hot and hot." Manager Matsumoto pointed to the scar on his left eye that ran through the upper and lower eyelids.

'It's just a psychological effect, or you're frozen. ' Mizumayuki said in her heart, but she didn't plan to talk back in person.

Every time he encounters Gin, the scar on his chest where he was shot by Gin doesn't respond.

"Who!" A group of people suddenly ran out of the manor, and the two were actually discovered by the security team in the manor.

"Huh? Police? The water boy?" Why was it Uncle Maori who came out with the security team?

"Hi, it's Maori!" Manager Matsumoto greeted.

Uncle Maori led the security guard to see that it turned out to be someone who was known to the detective Kogoro Maori, and they handed out the baton that was facing the two of them before.

"What happened." A group of police officers who had been on standby a little further away saw that the place suddenly became chaotic and ran over and surrounded Tsuki Mizuma and Manager Matsumoto.

"What are you doing? Are you arresting any prisoners?" Uncle Maori was confused by the second monk.

"It should be possible to talk about Mori, right?" Manager Matsumoto said after thinking for a while.

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." Uncle Maori patted his chest, indicating that his character is absolutely fine.

"…"

"…"

"..." After a lot of explanations, the Matsumoto manager made it clear to Uncle Mouri what happened before Uncle Mouri joined the job, and told him that the prisoner was the person inside.

"What are the characteristics of the prisoner? Except that there is a horizontal wound on his body." Uncle Maori asked, it seems that he intends to help take a look.

"The prisoner's favorite song is the Beatles' song. Someone witnessed the prisoner whistling, and the melody is that song." Manager Matsumoto said.

Hearing that Uncle Maori wanted to help, Mizumayue was a little reluctant, but the manager was pressing down here, and it was useless if he was unwilling.

After standing in the cold wind for a few more hours, Mizumayuki received a text message from Uncle Maori.

"Watch out, Mr. Maori has news that a brown-haired man likes jazz music, while another dark-haired man likes soul music." After saying that, Mizumayuki raised his eyebrows. Knowing that the killer likes the Beatles is like rock and roll.

"Tell him to continue investigating."

"Yes!"

Waiting until it was past dinner time, during which Mizuma finally persuaded Manager Matsumoto to return to the car, otherwise he felt that he was about to die due to freezing to death.

Now Suimayue is nibbling on the biscuits dryly, because the water in the thermos is about to freeze, and Suimayue doesn't want to drink it, she feels frozen teeth.

"Huh?" Mizuma Yue received a text message from Conan.

"Huh? Mouri?" Manager Matsumoto's cell phone also sounded a text message, but it seemed to be sent by Uncle Mouri.

"Mouri said that he had found the person Miss Zhuangtang was looking for, but that person was actually Miss Zhuangtang's housekeeper, and the two applicants were fake," said Matsumoto's official book.

"Then go in and arrest people." Mizumayuki said, closing the phone in his hand.

"What? Do you mean to bring back both of them? No, if you fail to claim an unofficial bounty, it doesn't constitute a fraud." Manager Matsumoto said in a different way, not understanding what Tsukishima meant.

"Didn't you mention it when you told Mr. Maori earlier that the car that the murderer was driving later found no blood on the steering wheel, and the seat cover was taken away, right?" asked Mizumayuki.

"That's right, the information given to you should also be in it." Manager Matsumoto asked.

"Yes." Mizumayuki nodded, then raised her mobile phone to signal: "I received a reasoning here, if the police watch the wound you inflicted on the murderer in front of you, you will inevitably cover the wound with your hand subconsciously. , and then stick to the steering wheel when holding the steering wheel with your hand..." But I thought to myself why I didn't have an impression of this information.

"So the murderer's injuries are on the back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The table and chair cover was taken away because it was stained on the table and chair cover so as not to be discovered by us!" Manager Matsumoto understood.

"But why did Mouri send the reasoning to your mobile phone?" Matsumoto manager asked suspiciously, because he had already sent him a result.

Of course, Mizuma Yue will not tell him that this is the reasoning sent by Conan, and it is estimated that the letter from the manager Matsumoto was also sent by Uncle Mouri using his mobile phone after Conan anesthetized him. Taking advantage of the gap between the words just now, he had already blindly changed the remarks of Conan in the address book on the mobile phone to Mr. Mouri, and then casually took a look at the manager of Matsumoto, while guessing: "The music information just now was also sent to me directly. Well, maybe Mr. Maori thinks it's convenient to send it to me after all."

"I remember that your text message sounded first, right? It's estimated that Mouri should have said the final result when he remembered it, and then he remembered that there are people like me..." The manager Matsumoto said sadly.

What Mizumayuki thought in her heart was, what did Conan mean by sending his reasoning to him with his own number, was he showing his favor? Or is he threatening his reasoning speed to be faster than Mizuma Moon?

Merry Christmas and then no more.

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