Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Oh... It turns out that the person you're looking for is a high school classmate.

In the sharp eyes of Xiaolan and Banxia, Uncle Maori, who was sitting in a precarious position, nodded indifferently, and secretly complained in his heart, really, I'm afraid it's something to find a first love.

"We were all members of the kendo club back then."

Ms. Jinghua nodded, her eyes showing a hint of nostalgia.

"In this case, should there be a record of the graduate's home address in the graduation book?"

Having completed many such commissions, Uncle Maori is very familiar with it.

"But he moved before we graduated, and the address was empty."

Mrs. Jinghua left him no shortcuts.

"But I brought us a photo of us together, and the person holding the trophy in the middle is the person I'm looking for, and his name is Shiro Shibata."

After taking out a carefully preserved photo from her handbag and handing it to Uncle Maori, Mrs. Jinghua secretly glanced at the two elementary school students standing on the side, still wondering in her heart, who is Conan of these two, why no one called a name?

Uncle Maori, who took the photo, didn't care about what Mrs. Jinghua said just now, but focused his eyes on a certain girl in the photo.

The astonishing Maori uncle was a little unfavorable to speak.

"Who is this girl over here?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to say, this girl is me."

"Huh? It's really good-looking.

Banxia stood on tiptoe, crossed the back of the sofa, looked at the girl in the photo and sighed.

"But these were all pictures taken 30 years ago."

Lady Jinghua had a nostalgic smile on her face, but before she could finish her recollections, she was interrupted by Uncle Maori's surprised voice.

"Three... Thirty years ago? Doesn't that mean that Mrs. Chi Bo is in your forties?

Uncle Maori looked at Mrs. Jinghua, who did not look old at all, and the whole person was shocked.

"Yes, he was a sophomore at that time, and he should have grown more mature now."

"Could you please tell me about your hobbies?"

Uncle Maori looked at Mrs. Jinghua with a deep expression.

"Hobbies? I don't know him that well... And does this also need to understand hobbies? Mrs

. Jinghua was a little incomprehensible, but after thinking about it, maybe it was someone's unique way of looking for people? But in the next second, her conjecture was ruthlessly broken.

"No, I mean your hobbies."

Uncle Maori corrected him seriously.

While Xiaolan went to prepare tea, don't ask at this time, when will you wait?

"Me?" Mrs. Jinghua was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled, "I... I normally like to knit things, and I knit sweaters and stuff like that in my daily life. "

Wow, that's a good interest."

Uncle Maori didn't know what was in mind, and a rippling smile appeared on his face.

"This hobby is the same as that of my mother?"

Little Lambi appeared beside Uncle Maori with a smile and gently placed the tea in the tray in front of Mrs. Jinghua.

"Tsk-" Uncle Maori pouted secretly.

"You must be very good at cooking, aren't you?"

Uncle Maori, who was completely distracted from the case, continued to ask.

"That's not the case at all, you see, I wanted to cook on a whim yesterday, but I ended up cutting my finger three times."

Sure enough, Mrs. Jinghua raised her left hand with three band-aids attached to them.

"Will anyone chop vegetables and hurt there?"

Banxia stretched out his elbow and smashed Conan's chest, and raised his head at Mrs. Jinghua.

"It's possible, but it's still a little strange, why is there only one wound there?"

Conan also noticed the other two Band-Aids that were attached to his fingertips.

Although the two of them spoke in a small voice, since the whole office was not large, Mrs. Jinghua heard the conversation between the two very clearly.

It seems that Heizou is right, the child named Kudo Shinichi may really have become smaller for some reason, I'm afraid that the child who first noticed that something was wrong was Kudo Shinichi under the pseudonym Conan.

And who is the other kid who wears glasses and always seems to like to be in a daze?

She'd never heard that stinky boy say anything else.

Mrs. Jinghua looked at the conversation between Uncle Maori and Xiaolan with a smile as she pondered.

It's really an interesting family.

Still, Ms. Fei Yingli? I heard that the news that this kid was involved in such a big matter was brought to Heizo by her. After this temptation, let's go to the door and thank you.

Otherwise, something really happened to that kid in Pingji, and he and Heizang would definitely regret dying.

With this in mind, Mrs. Jinghua began the other tests as she had originally planned.

Looking at Xiao Lan, who was fighting for her mother in a weird way, Mrs. Jinghua suddenly began to cough.

"Madame, do you have a cold?"

The father and daughter who were fighting stopped instantly, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Mrs. Jinghua, their eyes full of concern.

"I'm sorry, I was born with a bad bronchi, so I'm very sensitive to dust."

Mrs. Jinghua silently observed everyone's reactions.

"I'm so sorry, it must have been the dust I kicked up when I was cleaning."

Xiaolan looked at Mrs. Jinghua very apologetically, but as if she suddenly thought of something, she turned around and went into the kitchen, and after a while walked out with a large bag of medicinal herbs.

"Mrs. Chi Bo, these are some of the medicinal herbs that are always available at home, you can take them home one pack at a time and boil them in pure water for an hour."

Mrs

. Jinghua looked at Xiaolan with a sincere face, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's okay, Mrs. Jinghua, these are very cheap medicinal herbs, you can just take them. Drink it once a day, and it will take about a week or two to get your bronchial tubes back.

Seeing that Mrs. Jinghua was stunned, Xiaolan smiled and put the medicinal herbs beside her.

"Ahem, my nephew's Chinese medicine still works very well. But for now, it's better for us to talk in another place. Uncle

Maori said intimately.

Soon, the group moved their positions to Poirot's Cafe downstairs.

"Hey, is this Mrs. Chibo really bronchial bad?"

Conan asked in a low voice as he pulled Banxia to the end.

"Of course there's no problem, that ruddy face doesn't have anything wrong at all."

Banxia replied without hesitation, and at the same time fell into thought.

Who is this Mrs. Chi Bo, and how does she feel that she has not spoken the truth?

But it was strange that there was no malice in her.

However, since there is no malice, then let her go.

Banxia, who had made up her mind to be lazy, stopped thinking about it, turned her head and began to think about how to pit Uncle Maori's small treasury later.

But what happened next surprised him a little.

After listening to all the reasons and requests of Mrs. Jinghua for this commission, as well as a clue about the title "Reiko", Uncle Maori pinched the group photo and sat there with a sad face.

"It's almost impossible to find someone based on just a photo from 30 years ago."

"In that case—"

Mrs. Jinghua looked up, a smile on her lips.

"In that case, why not ask that person for help?"

"That person? Who is it?

Uncle Maori looked at Mrs. Jinghua blankly.

"Actually, I've heard a little bit about it, that high school detective, doesn't Kudo Shinichi usually come and go to your detective agency?"

After speaking, Mrs. Jinghua narrowed her eyes and began to carefully observe everyone's expressions and movements.