Maori Detective Agency
When Hayashi Yoshiki and Hattori Heiji arrived, Mori Kogoro was sitting in his office chair, picking his nose leisurely.
"Excuse me, Uncle Maori."
"Hey! Why are you here, Shu?"
He suddenly sat up straight and put on a smiling face.
"Hayashi Yoshiki." Hayashi Yoshiki...Ah!"
Ran Mouri and Conan also greeted each other, and the latter even sneezed.
"What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?" Hayashi Yoshiki looked at him and asked.
"Well, maybe the temperature has dropped drastically recently, and Conan accidentally caught a cold."
"Did you take your cold medicine?"
"I already gave him some earlier."
"That's fine."
Listening to the conversation between Hayashi Yoshiki and Ran Mouri, Hattori Heiji nodded slightly - the other party was indeed a very careful and gentle person.
Compared to this...
Hattori Heiji couldn't help but twitch his mouth as he looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was rubbing his hands together as if he was moving horizontally next to Hayashi Yoshiki and smiling.
Is this guy the sleeping Kogoro?
"Ashu, what did I say last time...?"
"Yoko's autograph? I brought it with me."
"Ah, that's awesome!!"
When Maori Kogoro received the theater photo signed by Okino Yoko from Hayashi Yoshiki, he was ecstatic. He put it away excitedly and carefully, and then asked Hayashi Yoshiki: "How was it? How was Ms. Yoko's acting on the spot?"
"Well, I think it's very good."
"Right?! I was saying that Miss Yoko's charm--"
"Dad, can't you restrain yourself in front of Jiashu and the guests?"
Facing the excited Kogoro Mouri, Ran Mouri just felt a little embarrassed.
However, the middle-aged fan showed no sign of restraining himself. He still talked about how cute Yoko Okino was and how her new work would definitely be a hit. Facing Ran Mouri's helpless expression, Hayashi Yoshiki could only say, "Uncle Maori is right. Yoko is indeed very cute."
Hayashi Yoshiki was not lying, because he thought that when Okino Yoko was bullied, she was shy and delicate, which was really cute...
"So where is Kudo Shinichi?"
Hattori Heiji couldn't sit still anymore.
"Shinichi?" Ran Mouri looked at him.
"Hayashi Yoshiki... The little brother told me everything. Your name is Mao Lilan, right? He said that you might know where Kudo Shinichi is?"
"Who are you, kid?"
Facing such a somewhat rude kid, Kogoro Mouri spoke a little impolitely.
Hattori Heiji immediately revealed his identity.
Hayashi Yoshiki did not participate in their subsequent conversation, but after some reasoning, Hattori Heiji concluded that Kudo Shinichi might be nearby watching here, and he also fed Conan a glass of white liquor.
Until now, the client finally came to the door.
After listening to the request, Maori Kogoro pinched his chin and concluded: "In short, you want to investigate the character of your son's girlfriend?"
"Yes, here are her photos and resume."
The client, Kimie Tsujimura, is the wife of a diplomat. After handing over some simple information, she stated the commission fee and more detailed contents and hoped that Kogoro Mori could go to her home to discuss it with her husband in detail.
"Because my husband is a diplomat. If people knew that he came to the detective for a commission, it might become a scandal. So I hope you can come over to talk."
"Why don't we go over and take a look together?"
Hayashi Yoshiki suggested bluntly.
"After all, I haven't handled many commissions related to investigations, and I also want to learn from Uncle Maori about his experience in completing commissions in this area."
"Well...Since you said so, Shu, let's go together."
Maori Kogoro was quite pleased with what Hayashi Yoshiki said. He glanced at the rude Hattori Heiji and finally nodded.
So, including Conan, who was feeling dizzy from a cold and drinking, the group went to the diplomat's house.
It was a very imposing single-family building with a garden courtyard.
The butler Koike Fumio welcomed the group, and then the diplomat's son Tsujimura Takayoshi appeared with his girlfriend Katsuragi Sachiko. When the latter greeted him, Tsujimura Kimie's attitude was very mean: "Why are you here?"
"I asked Sachiko to come." Takayoshi Tsujimura put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "Because Dad didn't want to meet Sachiko, I forced him to agree... But he has been staying in the study since just now."
"Mom, are these your friends?"
"It has nothing to do with you! And I don't think you have the status to speak ill of my mother directly now."
"Sorry...I'm sorry--"
Katsuragi Sachiko quickly lowered her head and apologized in a low voice.
Tsujimura Kimie ignored the two of them and led a group of people straight to the study.
She knocked on the study door but no one responded. Finally, she took out the key from her purse and opened the door. As soon as she entered, she saw the bald diplomat sitting at the desk with his face propped up by his hands, looking like he was dozing off.
"Really? You didn't make a sound in the study. And the stereo was on all the time. And you fell asleep just like that. Really..."
She walked over and tried to wake him up.
Hattori Heiji and others were attracted by the music on the speakers and said in surprise: "It's an opera."
"It's indeed a type of music that is rarely heard," Hayashi Yoshiki said with a smile.
"Ah, speaking of which, Jiashu-kun, what kind of music do you usually listen to?"
"Me? I listen to a lot of different music...but I probably prefer rock music."
"Rock and roll?"
Looking at Hayashi Yoshiki's smiling expression, Ran Mouri was a little surprised.
The main reason is that rock music of that era was quite aggressive, which in Ran Mouri's opinion contrasted with Hayashi Yoshiki's intellectual appearance.
On the other side, Kimie Tsujimura pushed her husband and tried to wake him up, but she didn't expect that after just a few pushes, he fell down from the chair with his body stiff.
"husband?"
Tsujimura Kimie was stunned, and he quickly squatted down and tried to wake the other person up, "What's wrong? Wake up, husband!?"
The unexpected change made Hattori Heiji and Conan realize that something was wrong. The former walked forward and touched the diplomat's body, and immediately came to the conclusion with a serious face:
"It's no use, he's already dead."
"How could it be—!?"
Hayashi Yoshiki, who had already known that this scene would happen, took out his mobile phone, secretly took a photo and sent it to Gin.
It took only ten seconds before a reply came from the other side.
Gin: "?"
In a safe house somewhere in Beika Town,
Looking at the last text message he sent less than two hours ago, Gin fell into a brief contemplation.
Why is this guy Cointreau in such a hurry?
If it were normal times, Gin might not care, but the problem is that the Japanese public security is now taking some big actions against the organization, and even he has been keeping a low profile when going out with Vodka recently.
Gin: "Clean up the mess and don't be so hasty next time."