Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Xiaolan, it's better not to act alone at this time."

Uncle Maori frowned, letting Xiaolan face the murderer alone just now already made him blame himself.

Now Xiaolan wants to talk to Mrs. Meifang alone, which makes him involuntarily worry about what to do if the murderer goes back and attacks Xiaolan again.

"It's okay Dad, I'll protect Mrs. Meifang."

Looking at Xiaolan's determined gaze, Uncle Maori opened his mouth and muttered.

"That's fine, whatever you want, but not too long."

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm with you."

Conan stood on tiptoe, reached out and pulled Xiaolan's sleeve, and looked at her with blank eyes.

He shared the same concerns as Uncle Maori.

"Da ba! Mrs. Mifang and I have important things to discuss, Conan obediently went downstairs with Dad to eat, okay?

Xiaolan rubbed Conan's head, which was flushed, and said softly.

Although she knew that Conan might be able to deduce more clues if she stayed, if Mrs. Meifang really had something difficult to hide, she would definitely not want to be known by a child.

So...... Xiaolan patted her cheek, and after secretly cheering herself up, she pushed Conan to Uncle Maori's side.

"Dad, Conan, I'll leave it to you first."

After everyone left the room and walked down the stairs, Mrs. Mifang looked at Xiaolan, who was trying to lock the door, and looked a little nervous.

"The lock is broken, it won't be locked. But what are you trying to do with me here? "

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to make Dad lose money for the door lock."

Xiaolan scratched her cheek a little embarrassed.

"What the hell are you looking for me, if there's nothing important, I'm going down to stay with you. The people in the shadows don't know where they're staring at me.

As she spoke, Mrs. Meifang wanted to get past Xiaolan and leave the room.

"Wait, Mrs. Mifang. Actually, there is no such thing as a so-called voyeur stalker, right?

Xiaolan raised her hand and gently grabbed Mrs. Meifang's wrist, and said softly but firmly.

"You... What are you talking about! Didn't you see that person just now? Foreign faces!

Mrs. Mei Fang waved her arms with some excitement, as if this would increase the credibility of her words.

"Mrs. Meifang, I see it." Xiaolan looked at Mrs. Meifang gently, and her expression did not show any anger or impatience.

"Before the second ring, I saw you put your hand in your pocket, and I think it's because you used your mobile phone to dial the phone in your bedroom, pretending to be a threatening call from someone else."

"You... You nonsense, what evidence do you have! If that's the case, how can the figure be explained! If you continue to mess around like this, I think I'd better go back.

Mrs. Meifang lowered her face coldly, and her right hand subconsciously grabbed the mobile phone in her pocket.

After listening to Mrs. Meifang's words, Xiaolan did not say her opinion for the first time.

"Not long ago, a fool told me that if you want to be a good detective, you need to be meticulous and observant."

"So what?"

Mrs. Mei Fang clasped her hands on her chest, and her eyes subconsciously glanced at the cabinet with plaster portrait artwork.

"When Mrs. Mifang showed us around the manor, I noticed the plaster statue on the cabinet. I still can't remember what they looked like, but I did make a careful note that there were three plaster casts. As she

spoke, Xiaolan showed the photo in her pocket to Mrs. Meifang.

"This..."

Just as Mrs. Meifang racked her brains to make up a reasonable reason, Xiaolan continued.

"Mrs. Meifang, remember when I told you to close your eyes? That's because I threw a packet of medicinal powder at the figure, and when this powder is sprinkled into the eyes, it will stimulate the tear ducts and make people cry, but the person has no reaction after being smashed with powder, so I can be sure..."

"I'm sure that the figure was only disguised by a plaster cast, and this attack was completely directed and acted by you, Mrs. Meifang."

"You... You—

" "Mrs. Mifang, we're only here to help you."

Xiaolan stepped forward and gently held Mrs. Meifang's hands, the expression on her face was full of sincerity.

"And there's no one else here, can you tell me why you're doing that? Just to stop this feast?

Feeling the warmth of her cold fingertips gradually infected by the warmth of the girl's palm, Mrs. Meifang sighed, walked to the messy bookcase, and pulled out a picture from a book.

"Actually, I had a relationship with this man whose real name was Jun Tenma before I got married, and he was still an unknown musician at the time. Then one day ten years ago, he suddenly said that he wanted to go abroad for development, but I didn't want to, and we had an argument.

Mrs. Meifang touched the photo of the two and smiled bitterly.

"Then he disappeared, and it wasn't until I saw his picture before signing the contract that I realized who that Gerald Pegasus was, and I realized that he didn't forgive me for the argument with him in the first place."

"How does Mrs. Mifang know?" Xiaolan was a little curious.

"Because of the lyrics of his most famous red-blazing fantasia, of course. While the rose is a symbol of love, the calendula represents despair, the terrier flower means malice, and the last dahlia represents betrayal. I'm afraid it's because I married Shanze half a month later, so he thinks I betrayed him.

Mrs. Meifang looked at Xiaolan with a complicated expression, if she hadn't discovered her behavior, she wouldn't be willing to tell anyone else about these things.

"It's because I'm afraid that he's ruining my life now, so I want to pretend that someone is sending threatening letters and threatening phone calls, just to make this banquet cancel."

"That's what it looks like."

Xiaolan patted the back of Mrs. Meifang's hand comfortingly.

"But I heard from Mr. Tenma's agent that if they wanted to sign a contract, they would ask for the lyrics to be changed first. I guess maybe Mr. Tenma chose to forgive you?

"If that's the case, I'll have a good talk with Tenma."

A hint of hope flashed across Mrs. Meifang's face, and she stood up, as if she wanted to talk to him now.

"In that case, let's go downstairs first, I think Mr. Gana and they must be in a hurry."

Xiaolan and Mrs. Meifang had a smile on their faces at the same time.

But what happened next was something that Xiaolan didn't expect at all.