Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Old man Lin, what's wrong? It's not going to be dead, is it?

Old man Xu looked at the steaming sea cucumber soup in front of him, and was a little dissatisfied with Old Man Lin's words. But he waited for a long time and didn't wait for Old Man Lin's reply.

"No..."

Old Man Xu looked at Old Man Lin, who nodded silently, and suddenly quieted down, raised his hand and patted his mouth gently.

"Xiaolan, you just wait here, if the children are hungry, let's eat first, don't wait for us old guys. On the police side, I still have Zixin to tell them. Granny

Bai patted Xiaolan's arm lightly and stood up again.

"Granny Bai! We're going too!

As soon as the three little ones heard that there was a case, their eyes suddenly lit up, and after reluctantly glancing at the big meal on the table, they still jumped down from the chair and ran over on their feet, one by one, hanging on the laps of every old man except Old Man Xu.

"Nonsense! This is no joke. Granny Bai had a straight face.

"But we're a boy detective! We've helped Officer Twilight solve a lot of cases. The

three little ones only glanced at each other, each pulled one by one, pulled Banxia and them over, and showed the badge on their chest to Granny Bai.

"This—"

The three old men looked at each other with some hesitation.

"Let them go, I've heard about these little ones in Tokyo."

Old man Xu gave them a thumbs up.

"And this Miss Maori Lan is the daughter of Detective Maori Kogoro, I think she should be of a lot of help to the police."

"Oh yes, Mr. Mori and Mr. Kudo are now in our family's ranch next door!"

Xia Jiang suddenly reacted and took out his mobile phone to call his manor.

"Hello? Uncle Sawada, could you please bring Mr. Mori and Mr. Kudo over? There is a case on the side of Mr. Lin's house next door, and his help may be needed. "

The case? What's wrong? Sawada Tsunayoshi on the other end of the phone was stunned.

"A guest surnamed Panasonic from Mr. Lin's house has died."

"Panasonic? Okay, I'll go and get two gentlemen. By

the time Xia Jiang finished calling, they had already arrived in front of the guest room with the door wide open.

"Xiao Zhao, you didn't mess with the things inside, did you?"

Old Man Lin looked at the scene in the room, turned his head and asked the servant who came with him.

"Probably not, when I opened the door, I saw Mr. Matsushita lying on the ground, so I stepped forward to check the pulse, and after finding that there was no pulse, I rushed over directly to report to the housekeeper Gongsun."

Xiao Zhao shook his head, subconsciously took out a handkerchief and wiped his right hand vigorously.

"Xiaolan, what do you think we should do? It may take more than an hour for the police to get here.

Old Man Lin looked at the scene in the room, hesitated for a moment, and asked. After all, as the daughter of a detective, she should be much more professional than a group of old Chinese medicine doctors like herself.

"It's... Grandpa Lin, do you have shoe covers, gloves, and cameras?

Xiaolan tried to recall the outfit of the police she saw at the scene of the crime every time, and asked with some hesitation.

"Yes, I'll go get it." Steward Gongsun walked away quickly with the two of them.

And when he returned, he was followed by two other people.

"Dad? Doctor? Why just the two of you? What about Uncle Yusaku? Xiaolan looked at Uncle Maori, who seemed to be a little drunk, and pressed her forehead helplessly.

"Ah, Xiaolan, Yusaku said that he still has to be busy, and it is enough to have the great detective Maori come over, and there is Kiko to accompany him in the room. As for Mr. Xiao Wu, he is drunk again, cough cough, he should be holding the wine jar and singing love songs now..."

Dr. Asa looked at Xia Jiang embarrassedly, and secretly swore in his heart that it was impossible to drink, and it was impossible to drink in this life.

Banxia looked at Uncle Maori, who was also a little drunk, and couldn't suppress his desire to complain.

What does it mean to have a great detective like Maori? Good guy, come and put a needle in your son and use it as a microphone, right?

Oh, no, I was drunk like this at Uncle Maori, I'm afraid I can even save that stitch.

Tsk, I didn't expect Uncle Yusaku to look at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the result was so and so, so and so on. It's really unseemly...

Wait, Conan...

Emotionally speaking, this is a family inheritance?