Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Clap."

Just as she was dancing enthusiastically, Shan Qianxun waved her hand and knocked down the thumbtacks on the wall, and a poster was placed on her head.

Nakamura Susumu beside her immediately laughed.

"Really? Every time you drink too much you lose your composure. Since you can even hold a press conference, the Japanese dance studio should have a constant stream of students as well." The proprietress glanced at him and said as she cleaned the kitchen.

"……" Taking the thumbtack from Nakamura Susumu, Shan Chihiro pressed it hard on the poster, the smile no longer on her face.

"There's no chance at all. She once slipped at a press conference and fell on her back. How could a class with a teacher like that be popular?" Nakamura Susumu said directly with a bright smile.

Shan Qianxun tapped the other person on the head with her fan and said, "Can you please stop remembering these boring things?"

Nakamura Susumu smiled and stopped talking about the other person's embarrassing moments.

Uncle Maori nodded as he watched. It was in a small restaurant like this where regular customers gathered together that this special atmosphere was created!
Really good!

Thinking of this, the mustache detective drank another glass of wine.

"What's the point of talking about a press conference? Even if you have no self-awareness, there should be a limit." At this moment, the proprietress standing opposite uttered sarcastic words again.

Uncle Maori was stunned.

It would be a bit hurtful to go into this topic any further, right?

"What did you say? Say it again if you have the guts!" As expected, after hearing this, Shan Qianxun stood up angrily and knocked over the red wine glass in front of her.

"Please understand that you can talk to me in this tone." The proprietress didn't even raise her head, but just lowered her head and said in a deep voice.

“……” Shan Qianxun clenched her fists tightly and said nothing.

"Alright, alright, both of you calm down."

Nakamura Shin on the side quickly tried to smooth things over, and Shan Chihiro then sat down.

“……”Uncle Maori didn’t know where the proprietress got such great power.

But the other party really didn't know how to chat, especially talking to a drunk guest.

After a brief silence, the proprietress smiled and placed a small bowl of noodles in front of the curly-haired boy Shinohara Masao.

"It looks good." Uncle Maori couldn't help but praise it when he saw that there was plenty of ingredients and the soup was clear.

"Yeah, after I came here, I wanted to come in and take a look, and I accidentally discovered this restaurant. After eating here for so long, the taste already tastes like that of my hometown." After taking a bite, Shinohara Masao said with a smile on his face.

Uncle Maori nodded in agreement. As expected, there is such a wonderful fate between the right person and the right store.

"This guy came to Tokyo specifically to be a Japanese cuisine chef," said Nakamura Susumu with a smile.

"The result is that the so-called dream is shattered, right?" Shan Qianxun also looked at the curly-haired boy.

"Are you still working in the fish market that I introduced to you?" the proprietress asked, turning her head sideways.

"Yes, thank you for your help."

Masao Shinohara scratched his head and said with a smile.

"The boss lady is so caring and enthusiastic." Uncle Maori felt the warmth of the shop again.

"If you want to be a chef, you must have an eye for choosing fish, right, Chef Shinohara!" The proprietress smiled.

Masao Shinohara was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said that he had indeed learned a lot.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you just now, why are your pants wet?" Nakamura Susumu looked down at Uncle Maori's pants and asked.

The other person's pants were wet from the knees down.

“This was when I was walking in the alley just now…”

Before Uncle Maori finished speaking, Shan Qianxun, who was drinking beside him, said, "Unfortunately, the boss lady splashed water on me."

"Uh, how did you know that?" Uncle Maori looked puzzled. You're also a part-time detective?
"Here we go again." Nakamura Susumu lowered his head, took a bite of food, and said expressionlessly.

"Oh, it really never ends."

"She often looked for lucky customers on the street after the horse race and brought them to her shop."

"If you keep using this kind of trick, you will get your comeuppance one day." Shan Qianxun directly pointed out the common tactics used by the proprietress and added a curse attack.

After she finished speaking, before the boss lady could say anything, Shinohara Masao stood up angrily and said, "Can you please stop saying bad things about the boss lady like that?"

"After I came to Tokyo, I couldn't find a job. She helped me out when I was desperate. She is my benefactor!"

"Well, don't take it so seriously." Nakamura Susumu was caught in the middle again and acted as the good guy, mediating between the two parties with a smile.

"Ah!"

"Why do I feel so cold all the time?" Uncle Maori asked with a sneeze.

"I'm sorry, because this store is built with wooden boards and iron sheets, and there will always be wind blowing in through the gaps like this."

The proprietress smiled and pointed to a gap next to the wine cabinet.

The crack she was pointing at was less than a centimeter wide from bottom to top, and there were many such cracks throughout the restaurant.

Uncle Maori's pants were wet and he drank some cold beer, so of course he felt chilly when the wind blew on him.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Shan Qianxun stood up and motioned to the three men outside to make way.

This store was indeed too narrow. Even if Uncle Maori and the other two stood up, they were not enough for the other two to walk through, so they had to run outside the store.

"Now that I'm out, I might as well buy a pack of cigarettes." Nakamura Susumu said as he walked out of the alley and headed to the left side of the street.

"I also need to go to the ATM to withdraw some money." Shinohara Masao walked towards the street on the right.

Uncle Maori glanced at the backs of the two people on his left and right, then stood at the entrance of the alley and started smoking.

It is very lively here at night. People who have drunk talk very loudly and walk together arm in arm, surrounded by smoke.

He had just lit a cigarette when Shan Qianxun walked past him.

He said he wanted to go to the bathroom, but he moved very slowly.

……

"Dad has been drinking here a lot lately."

Xiaolan was walking in front, looking around.

There are so many shops and people on this street that it is difficult to find my old father by chance.

"When I go back later, I must buy two more skewers." Lin Feng said while chewing, holding a handful of diabolo skewers in his hand.

"Cough cough..." Conan coughed due to the smoke.

This kind of environment is really not very friendly to him as a primary school student.

"Why don't we go and find out which store has the most beautiful owner. Teacher Maori must be there." Lin Feng saw Xiaolan looking for someone and gave a hint.

"Dad won't go and ask about this first, will he?" Xiaolan couldn't help but hold her forehead. She had no confidence in saying this, because it seemed that this was really possible...

"Or maybe a murder happened somewhere..."

Before Lin Feng could finish his words, a scream suddenly came from an alley nearby.

Wherever there is a murder, there is the famous detective Kogoro Mouri.

No, wherever there is the famous detective Maori Kogoro, there is a murder! (End of this chapter)