Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"what happened?!"

No matter where he was, once someone screamed, Conan would rush directly to the alley ahead as if he had received an emergency signal.

Lin Feng and Xiao Lan also followed behind.

The three of them finally met Mr. Kogoro Mori.

In front of him was a small restaurant. There were three people at the door, including Kogoro Mori, who was drunk.

Lin Feng and Conan looked into the restaurant through the gap between their bodies. The not-too-wide dining table was littered with cups and plates.

In the small kitchen, a curly-haired young man helped the proprietress who was lying on the table up. A kitchen knife was stuck in her body, her eyes were wide open, and she died with her eyes open.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding?" Shan Qianxun took a half step back with a look of fear on her face. The scream that Lin Feng and the others just heard was made by her.

"Dead, dead!" The curly-haired young man Masao Shinohara, who was standing next to the proprietress, was also terrified. He was the one who turned over the proprietress who was lying on the table with his own hands. How could he not be afraid?

"Is it a robbery?" asked the older Nakamura Susumu.

"No, it doesn't look like it." Conan, who had entered the kitchen at some point, said, shaking his big head.

"Damn little devil, get out here!" Uncle Maori personally stepped forward and carried the dog-headed detective out, then asked Shinohara Masao to put the proprietress back to her original place and walked out carefully so as not to disrupt the scene.

"The cash box at the cash register doesn't show any signs of having been pried open, and there doesn't look like a fight at the scene." Conan, who was thrown out of the store, hid behind the crowd with a puzzled look on his face.

If someone passed by and suddenly wanted to make money, it would obviously not make sense.

The proprietress was sitting on a swivel chair, lying on the table. Behind her was a cabinet with various drinks. If there was any quarrel or fight, the scene would not be so clean.

"He must be an acquaintance. His purpose is very clear, which is to kill people." Lin Feng felt that there were fewer and fewer such simple and direct criminals.

The recent criminals are always in various disguises and are not honest at all.

The police responded quickly. In just over ten minutes, Officer Megure and Takagi arrived at the scene first.

"..."

"Why are there these people again..." Officer Megure got out of the car outside the alley, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice.

Gao Mu also sighed secretly, he was just about to get off work...

"Inspector Megure, you're here!" Uncle Maori greeted him drunkenly and with a very enthusiastic attitude.

"What's the matter with this case?" Inspector Megure directed the forensic doctor and the identification team to enter the scene, then turned to look at the master and apprentice.

Brother Maori was as carefree as usual, while brother Lin Feng was holding a paper bag in his hand and eating grilled fish fillets that he bought from somewhere.

"Here's the thing, I won a big dark horse today..." Uncle Maori scratched his head, told them about his win today, and treated the three people in the store to drinks.

"Did the proprietress lur you into the store by throwing water on you?" Lin Feng looked down at Uncle Maori's slightly damp trouser legs.

This guy is really fearless. He even dared to call the God of Plague into the store.

"Humph, this is her usual trick."

"She has a very sharp eyes. She can tell at a glance who has received their salary or won the lottery." Shan Qianxun, who was sitting outside the store, snorted coldly.

It seemed that she was quite dissatisfied with the fat proprietress. I wonder if this was the way she came the first time.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Nakamura Susumu beside her shook his head and said.

"The boss lady is a very nice person." Shinohara Masao still spoke up to defend her.

"Inspector, the cause of death was a kitchen knife stabbed into the victim's chest." Officer Takagi said while holding a transparent evidence bag. There was a May brand on the wooden handle of the kitchen knife, but I don't know what brand this May is.

“This knife should be from this store, right?”

“I remember that all the knives in the store had this mark on their handles,” said Uncle Maori, moving closer.

This is a Japanese kitchen knife with a thin blade that looks very sharp.

"Yes, and there were no signs of rummaging in the store, so the possibility of robbery and murder seems small." Takagi nodded and continued to report the situation.

"Brother Mori, it seems like you guys are enjoying your drinks." Inspector Megure said as he looked at the messy dining table.

"It's okay..." Uncle Maori scratched his head and smiled.

"At the time of the incident, I and three other customers temporarily left the store. The proprietress was the only one in the store at the time."

The mustached detective glanced at the three people sitting by the door.

I feel that the young man Shinohara is okay, but the relationship between the other two people and the proprietress is a bit complicated.

"It shouldn't be that he thought of killing people after rushing into the door." Lin Feng said as he pulled the wooden door.

The glass on this wooden door is frosted and grid-like, making it impossible to see what's going on inside the store.

"The murderer must have known that the proprietress was the only one in the store." Conan looked up and said innocently, then looked at the three diners sitting nearby.

"..." The three of them widened their eyes at the same time.

Is this little kid doubting us?

"According to what Brother Maori said, the four of them were only gone for five minutes. In such a short time..."

Inspector Megure also felt that the people who knew the situation in the restaurant were very likely to have committed a crime.

"Please tell us in detail what you did in the few minutes after you left the restaurant."

Faced with the police's suspicion, the three regular customers looked quite angry, and it didn't look like they were the ones who killed the person.

"By the way, the three of us men all walked out of the restaurant, but Miss Shan stayed inside for a while longer and didn't leave immediately."

Uncle Maori remembered this gap.

It was clearly she who asked to go to the bathroom in the beginning, and the three men sitting outside made way for her.

"You, do you think I killed her?"

"Why would I do that!" Although she said so, it was obvious that Miss Fan Qianxun was not very confident.

"I bet a hundred dollars that these three people must have a dispute with this proprietress." Lin Feng stood behind Inspector Megure and said while eating.

Fat Orange turned his head and glanced at the repairman.

You don't want to make a bet with me?
"How could that be? If there really was a dispute, why would they gather in the restaurant to eat?" Xiaolan felt strange and asked in a low voice.

"Forced to spend, she looks very smart." Lin Feng explained.

"..."

Conan took a look at Uncle Maori's wet trouser legs. Although he had never actually come into contact with the victim, he somehow felt that there was some truth to it.

"You, you didn't borrow money from the boss lady here when the dance studio was about to collapse?" (End of this chapter)