Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 508: Don’t hit someone in the face, don’t expose someone’s shortcomings! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"No……."

Hatamoto Natsue shook his head slightly, "You've never told me such a thing."

If Mao Lilan really told her, she would definitely not forget it.

After all, the profession of detective is a taboo in the Hatamoto family.

When she said this, she seemed to remember something, and Hatamoto Natsue's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, "Wait a minute, your last name is Mao Li? Could it be that your father is..."

If she remembered correctly, the only famous detective with the last name Mori should be a certain sleeping Kogoro, right?
Could it be that the Mr. Maori she met now was the famous detective "Sleeping Kogoro"? Could it be that her new friend Maori Ran was his daughter?
Mao Lilan nodded gently, confirming her guess, "Yes, my father is the famous detective Mao Li Kogoro."

After hearing what Mao Lilan said, the faces of Hatamoto Mariko, Hatamoto Ryuo and others who were originally listening to the conversation calmly suddenly became quite ugly. Some of them avoided the gaze, some had cold sweat on their foreheads, and some turned pale and seemed to be about to faint at any time...

"That's weird, what happened?"

Looking at the strange expressions of the crowd, not to mention Maori Ran who was muttering to herself, Maori Kogoro was also full of doubts and confusion.

What's going on? His daughter shouldn't have said anything she shouldn't have said, right?

But why did these people from the Hatamoto family look at them like this?

Could it be that it was because no one expected that he would be the famous detective Mouri Kogoro?

However, no matter how he looked at this group of people, they didn't look like they were shocked by this incident. Instead, they seemed to be a little terrified and uneasy. This was a little puzzling.

Hatamoto Natsue looked flustered. She quickly put her index finger to her lips, signaling everyone to be quiet. Then, she revealed the answer to the puzzle in a gentle voice: "Don't let grandpa know. Grandpa hates detectives the most. He said that kind of people are despicable guys who follow people all day long and dig into their privacy."

When Kogoro Mori heard this, his face instantly turned gloomy and he felt a little unhappy. There was even some anger quietly growing in his heart, about to burst out.

Following others all day and digging into their privacy?
Although the work of private detectives does involve such matters to some extent, they should not be spoken out in public.

Don't hit people in the face, and don't expose people's weaknesses. Don't you understand this principle?

What's more, it is described with such harsh and unpleasant adjectives as "despicable".

These words, like a sharp sword, pierced straight into his self-esteem.

In an instant, Mori Kogoro, who had already had a bad impression of Hatamoto Gozo because he had publicly scolded Hatamoto Kitaro for allowing them to board the ship without permission, now had an even worse impression of him, and a ball of anger was burning in his heart.

Conan could only laugh dryly and didn't say much.

Because, to a certain extent, what Hatamoto Natsue's grandfather Hatamoto Gozo said was absolutely correct.

After all, the existence of the profession of private detective does often involve such matters.

Just like a certain confused detective, before he met this shrunken high school detective, wasn't his job either to run around doing trivial things like catching cats and dogs, or to immerse himself in investigating extramarital affairs all day long?
Well, even he had done similar work before becoming a famous detective.

Bai Ye was not angry about Hatamoto Gozo's comments about private detectives.

After all, family members know their own business. Others may not know what the private detective is like and whether he is pure or not, but how could he not know it?
Besides, that guy Hatamoto Gozo is not going to live long.

Why should he bother with a dead person and lower his own status?

After a moment's silence, Maori Kogoro coughed lightly, trying to save some face, "Ms. Xia Jiang, what you said is just an individual phenomenon among detectives. Not all detectives are the kind of people who follow others and dig into their privacy all day long. Just like me, as a detective, my mission is to pursue the truth and safeguard justice, which are lofty goals that shine like bright stars. I will never get involved in those so-called despicable things you mentioned."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest like a victorious rooster, with a look of pride on his face.

He is just like that. Although he is a little confused at ordinary times, he will become extremely serious when it comes to his reputation.

But while he was being serious, his eyes couldn't help but glance to the side, revealing a hint of unnaturalness.

There was no way he could do anything about it. He had something to hide and felt guilty.

"You're right, Bai Ye..."

Bai Ye rolled his eyes silently in his heart, thinking that given Kogoro Mouri's usual confused style of handling cases, and his job content of either catching cats and dogs or investigating affairs, it was not surprising that people would have such prejudice.

But even though he thought so in his heart, he still politely testified for Maori Kogoro: "Uncle Maori is right. The detective profession cannot be generalized. There are bad detectives, but there are also righteous people. Not all detectives will get involved in the so-called despicable things that Miss Xia Jiang mentioned. We can't generalize."

His voice was neither too high nor too low, just right, as if he was agreeing or stating a fact.

"Besides, Uncle Maori is not just an ordinary pillowcase, but a famous detective who has helped the police solve criminal cases many times."

"I didn't expect Mr. Maori to be so powerful."

Hatamoto Natsue smiled a little embarrassedly, with a hint of helplessness and a bit of respect for his elders. He lowered his head slightly and said apologetically: "I know there must be excellent detectives like Mr. Maori, but grandpa...ah, he has a temper, there is nothing I can do."

She knew very well that her grandfather's view on detectives was purely prejudiced, but he was her elder after all, so she couldn't say much.

In addition, she was gentle and kind by nature, and was caught between her grandfather and the guests, so she was in a dilemma and could only use these timid words to ease the atmosphere between the two sides.

Maori Kogoro calmed down a little after hearing what Hatamoto Natsue said, but he still grumbled with some dissatisfaction: "Your grandfather's ideas are really too narrow-minded. Fortunately, I am magnanimous and don't argue with him."

As for the comment just made by that old man, if a detective with a bad temper came here, he might just start a fight with him.

Well, actually, let alone other people, he himself just wants to beat up some old guy right now.

After all, the other party's words were really harsh.

Unfortunately, he can't.

Firstly, Hatamoto Gozo was not in front of him, so even if he was full of anger, it was like hitting cotton with a fist, and he had no way to vent it. Secondly, they were now living under someone else's roof, and if they beat up Hatamoto Gozo, the host, it would be unjustifiable both morally and rationally.

Thirdly, his daughter gets along well with Hatamoto Natsue, the granddaughter of Hatamoto Gozo, and he really doesn’t want to make things difficult for his daughter and put her in an awkward situation.

"Hahaha, no." Kogoro Mori immediately covered his head and laughed happily.

Conan touched his chin and took the opportunity to ask Hatamoto Xiajiang curiously: "Sister Xiajiang, why does your grandfather hate detectives so much? Did something happen in the past?"

As the head of a large family, Hatamoto Gozo would certainly not hate detectives for no reason. He even has such a disgusting attitude towards the entire detective industry.

Some unforgettable and unpleasant experience must have happened to the other person.

Moreover, this experience must be inextricably linked to the detective.

As a result, he developed a deep dislike for detectives and even his view of the entire detective industry.

Hatamoto Natsue hesitated for a moment, looked around, and made sure that no one noticed the noise and that no one could hear his voice, then he whispered, "I'm not really sure, but I heard from my family that when my grandfather was young, he was maliciously investigated by a detective and lost a very important business because of it. Since then, he has hated the profession of detective."

Maori Kogoro stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "Even if there is such an experience, we can't generalize. However, there may be another hidden story. Maybe the detective was bribed and deliberately targeted your grandfather."

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Bai Ye pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and agreed: "Uncle Maori's speculation is not unreasonable. The business world is like a battlefield. There are countless conspiracies and tricks behind the scenes. For the sake of calculation and profit, some people will do anything."

Listening to the conversation between the few people, Conan's eyes lit up instantly, as if the twinkling stars in the night sky were lit up, and his face was full of excitement of finding prey, "Uncle, we have nothing to do anyway, why don't we go investigate, maybe we can help grandpa solve the misunderstanding."

Hatamoto Natsue was slightly stunned and felt a little moved.

Maori Kogoro rolled his eyes at a certain little kid with an unhappy look on his face: "Don't meddle in this, kid. This is someone else's family affair."

Let's not talk about how much effort and time it would take to investigate the incident that happened to Hatamoto Gozo when he was young. For example, given the temper of a certain grumpy old man, if they really helped him investigate, he probably wouldn't appreciate it, and would instead blame them for meddling in other people's business.

Why should he worry about it when he knows that nothing good will happen to him!
If he has the time and energy, why not have a big meal or a good sleep? Wouldn’t that be great?
Conan pouted unconvincedly: "But uncle, isn't a detective supposed to find the truth? You just said that your mission is to pursue the truth and protect justice, a noble goal that shines like a bright star, isn't it?"

Kogoro Mouri was choked by Conan's words and was about to scold him again when a man in a light gray suit, a white shirt and a light blue tie walked over and broke the delicate deadlock.

The person who came was Hatamoto Takeshi, who was called into the room by Hatamoto Gozo for a talk.

Seeing him appear, Hatamoto Natsue no longer cared about discussing with Maori Kogoro and others to help his grandfather untie the knot, and couldn't help but scolded, "Xiao Wu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hatamoto Takeshi slightly raised his head, and everyone saw his familiar face, but for some reason, his face looked a little pale, and his expression was also revealing a trace of solemnity and uneasiness that was difficult to conceal. Hatamoto Takeshi pulled a difficult smile at the corner of his mouth and replied, "Sorry, I had something to do in the room just now, so I'm late."

"You don't look very well, are you okay?"

Noticing his look, Hatamoto Natsue frowned slightly, and a look of worry and concern flashed across her face.

Hatamoto Takeshi responded casually, "Maybe it's because I didn't get enough rest last night."

"Yeah." Hatamoto Natsue nodded. Just as he was about to pull him to sit down, he inadvertently glimpsed that Hatamoto Takeshi's chest was empty. The corsage that was originally pinned on was gone. He couldn't help but wonder, "Where's the corsage?"

Hatamoto Takeshi subconsciously looked down at his chest and found that, as expected, the corsage that Hatamoto Natsue had pinned on him had disappeared. He frowned and muttered to himself, "Strange, maybe it fell somewhere."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Master, it's time to eat."

It was time for dinner, and the butler Kenji Suzuki went to Hatamoto Gozo's room to urge his master to come out for dinner. However, after knocking on the door for a long time, he still got no response.

Is the master asleep? Or is he not in the room?
Butler Suzuki frowned, then took out the key and opened the door of Hatamoto Gozo's room directly, "Excuse me, sir, everyone is waiting for you..."

It would have been fine if he hadn't gone in, but once he went in, he found a big surprise.

The next moment, a shrill scream broke the silent air...

"what!"

Everyone in the restaurant was startled when they heard the shrill scream.

Hatamoto Akie looked at her husband Hatamoto Kitaro and said in unison: "That sounds like the voice of Butler Suzuki. What happened?"

"In Daddy's room."

Shoji Hatamoto determined the direction from which the sound came, and then reported the location without thinking.

"Oh no...something happened!"

Kogoro Mouri and Bai Ye beside him looked at each other, and alarm bells rang in their hearts.

Even though he really disliked a certain bad-tempered old man, he didn't want to let anything happen to him.

However, the scream coming from the boat now gave him an ominous feeling.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about anything else and immediately rushed to the location of Hatamoto Gozo's room in a panic.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed them and ran over there together...

(End of this chapter)