Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"Ah, Ms. Tomoda poured each of us a glass of orange wine!"

Mao Lilan looked at Miss Tomoda who brought a large tray of orange wine glasses for several people and sat down next to her, and waved her hand hastily: "I am still a minor, I can't drink."

"I didn't add any cocktails to this lady's portion." Miss Tomoda smiled at Conan again, and placed a drink in front of him that was the same color as orange wine, but actually used orange juice instead of alcohol: "Little brother too."

However, Miss Tomoda hesitated for a long time about whether to give the wine to Mr. Shinjo, and finally decided not to do so. Instead, she placed the extra glass in front of herself.

"Mr. Xincheng has already drunk a lot today. Drinking more will be bad for your health. That's not why I'm reluctant to give up this glass of wine."

The old man didn't say anything. He was so quiet now that he looked like a different person than at the beginning. He looked like he was drunk. He pinched his nose with his hand and exhaled slowly from his mouth. This was the gas produced by the reaction of alcohol and gastric juice, so people always couldn't help but burp after drinking.

"I think we know enough about Mr. Mochizuki's situation. He should have told us everything related to the letter. We can discuss together how to catch the person who wrote the letter or avoid it." Sato Miwako clapped her hands.

"From our perspective, Mr. Shinjo is a suspect." Matsuda Jinpei patted the scarf on his face. "Take the kidnapping case out of this matter, and the intimidation case is linked to the Usagi store. Then the butler who has been accompanying Mr. Mochizuki is naturally the first suspect."

"But... I'm just picking up clothes on the way... it's a lie." Fujiwara pointed intermittently at the suit bag next to Mochizuki.

Jin Yuanguang spoke out the analysis of the suit on behalf of everyone, and with the help of Conan, who was a very helpful supporter, the two of them made Mr. Mochizuki look very unhappy, and they almost pointed at his nose and said that this man had something to hide.

"Uncle Mochizuki is so weird. He can just walk into this store. Why does he always pretend to be helpless?"

Conan grinned and gave the man a verbal attack, causing Mochizuki to stammer.

"So we think that Miss Tomoda is the second suspect." Mao Lilan, representing Kudo Shinichi, saw Miss Tomoda looking at her in surprise, and hurriedly lowered her head and kept apologizing.

"I'm so sorry. Miss Tomoda is so kind, but I still suspected you of threatening Mr. Mochizuki. I am guilty..."

"No... no need to do that. Since it's related to Mr. Mochizuki's safety, it's normal to suspect me. After all, even Mr. Shinjo is suspected, isn't he?"

Tomoda hurriedly tried to comfort Mori Ran, which of course made Kudo Shinichi shake his head helplessly, complaining in his heart that the two parties had switched targets.

"Then there is one last person, I think he can also be included in the suspicion." Amuro Toru coughed and looked at the Murakami girl at the next table who was chatting with the guests with a fake smile. "Murakami? How could she?"

Mr. Mochizuki looked at Toru Amuro in confusion: "I'm not familiar with her at all. The few times we talked, it was because I didn't know where Miss Tomoda went. I asked her to call Miss Tomoda."

"Mr. Mochizuki... your company, could it be that it was originally your wife's family business?"

The three people behind Amuro Toru couldn't help laughing. Zero rarely made sarcastic remarks to strangers unless he was really speechless. Of course, since he couldn't even see such a simple truth, it was no wonder that Amuro Toru felt that Mochizuki's appointment as president was too easy.

"Ms. Tomoda is very popular in this store, and most of the time her sales are far higher than the average person's, it's Mr. Mochizuki who pays for her."

Toru Amuro gestured to everyone to look at what was on Miss Murakami's table next door. There were only French fries, three servings of curry rice, and three glasses of orange wine. There was no real big fruit plate or dessert.

"And we can see that there are disposable cups of milk tea in the trash cans of those people, which proves that they may have bought all the drinks before coming here, and they just came to eat."

Kudo Shin nodded at Xiaolan, asking her to cheer up and follow his thoughts: "Ms. Murakami may not get much sales by chatting with them for about an hour, but Ms. Tomoda doesn't have to bother to make Mr. Mochizuki laugh, and he will even order food for Ms. Tomoda, so she can save on food expenses."

As a senior, how could Ms. Murakami not be jealous?
"I still don't want to think that badly of Ms. Murakami."

Ms. Tomoda quickly spoke up to explain on behalf of her senior, saying that although Ms. Murakami would sometimes criticize her, if she did what she was asked to do, many customers would really like her.

"You really didn't mean it..." Sato Miwako held her forehead, feeling that this was too natural.

"Well, Miss Tomoda is still young after all, so it's normal that she doesn't understand the complex relationships between people in society." Mr. Shinjo took out the glasses case and put on his glasses, then put the box back on his chest.

"I guess that's a good thing, but I'm sorry, I drank too much orange wine, so I'm afraid I need to go to the toilet."

Mr. Shinjo moved his covered wine glass next to Matsuda's glass, stood up and left the booth in front of everyone. (End of this chapter)