Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Beihu Hotel, why haven't I heard any media reports about it?"

After hearing that this swindler had defrauded people and caused their families to be ruined, Uncle Maori no longer had any objections, but he seemed to have never seen the Beihu Restaurant incident exposed.

"Some time ago, the main culprit of a fraud gang was released due to insufficient evidence. I seem to have read in the newspaper."

"That person is called..." Conan couldn't quite remember the other person's name.

"Upper Residence, Sadanobu."

"As for the fact that Beihu Hotel would suppress the suicide incident, it was also expected." Lin Feng said, holding the steering wheel and looking forward.

"Is it because they are afraid of affecting their business?" Xiaolan guessed.

"No, the scammer named Shangzhu Zhenwu is the son of the owner of Beihu Hotel." Lin Feng shook his head and said.

Now you know why.

"What?!" Uncle Maori looked incredulous.

Since he is a second-generation rich man, why does he go to commit fraud instead of doing his job properly?

You should know that Beihu Hotel is not small in scale.

There are two buildings, one tall and one short, in front and behind. Because the passenger flow is too large and often cannot cope with it, the shorter one is the annex built later.

As for the main building, there is a wide range of food, drink, entertainment and other activities. The rent for the lower floors alone is estimated to be an astronomical figure every year.

Of course, our Rice Flower Restaurant is not bad either, it’s even better than Beihu Restaurant!

"Kamizumi Sadago... I think that's the right name. He seemed to have had a fierce conflict with some reporters."

Because it was not a murder case, Conan's memory was rather vague, but judging from the reports, this person did seem to be a very bad person.

"In order to avoid harassment from reporters, Beihu Hotel sealed off the entire annex under the pretext of renovation, leaving only this young master living there..."

As he spoke, Lin Feng slowed down the car and drove into the open-air parking lot of Beihu Hotel.

"Is he the only one living here?" Uncle Maori looked up after getting off the car.

The pickup truck was parked behind two buildings. At first glance, in front of it was a spacious villa with seven or eight floors in height.

Behind the annex is the main building, which is thirty or forty stories high.

There are so many guest rooms in this villa, but only one person is staying there. What a waste.

"Mr. Shangzhu has gathered a group of people to drink in the villa today." Lin Feng said after looking at the time.

"We don't have the power to enforce the law." Conan couldn't help but remind.

Even if you have evidence.

“……”Xiaolan also looked at the repairman.

We should indeed crack down on crime, especially for the families who have been defrauded. Forget money, even an apology is a luxury.

"You are right about this. We are not the police and cannot interrogate them openly."

"However, when facing criminals, we always have the right to self-defense." Lin Feng leaned against the car door and said with a smile.

"That's right."

Xiaolan nodded immediately.

The same thing happened to her when she dealt with the two people with red Siamese cats. They were holding guns and wanted to kill people, but I just kicked them lightly twice.

"What are you going to do?" Uncle Maori asked after a few seconds of silence, lighting a cigarette.

He had no doubt that his disciple could kill the other party.

Anyway, if you can't play to death, you can beat him to death...

"Ding!"

When the reminder sounded, Lin Feng took out his phone, took a look, and said:
"Most of the evidence has been dug up and organized. The next step is to beat them up and vent our anger."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight or nine young people with colorfully dyed hair walked out of the annex of the Rice Flower Hotel.

There was a sign at the door saying "No entry, due to renovations", and it was obvious that they were "insiders".

The group of people immediately spotted the three adults and one child standing next to the red pickup truck.

"It's you, right? The reporter from some newspaper?" The young man with light brown hair who was leading the group asked Lin Feng in a very arrogant manner.

"Yes, I'm a reporter from Chaoyang Daily, and this is our editor-in-chief. He has been commissioned to come to discuss the press release." Lin Feng said with a smile on his face.

"Why do you look familiar to me?"

"Who are the other two?" the young man asked the editor with a mustache.

He was referring to Conan and Xiaolan.

"Maybe it's because my face is more common. As for those two, they are my children." Uncle Maori reacted immediately and disguised himself.

"Dad, I don't want you to leave!"

Well, the dog-headed detective was possessed by the spirit of drama and directly hugged the legs of the mustache detective.

In this case, it makes sense to bring your children along if you are worried about them, right?

Moreover, these people reeked of alcohol, and they must have drunk quite a bit, so they were easy to deceive.

"Really? Children are troublesome..."

Seeing this, the young man waved his hand impatiently, motioning Lin Feng and the others to follow him into the villa.

He was just helping Shangzhu Zhenwu to interrogate him casually, so that the other brothers would look up to him.

"By the way, Mr. Reporter, don't you have a camera with you? Do you want to take some pictures later?"

Among the group of people, a somewhat conceited boy fiddled with his hair and asked Lin Feng, who had nothing in his hands.

"Yes, yes." Lin Feng slapped his forehead, indicating that he almost forgot, and hurried back to the car door to search inside the car.

After a moment, he put on the bulging tool bag he usually used. It weighed more than 20 kilograms and made a clanging sound when he walked.

"..."

He actually reminded him that he was carrying a weapon.

The Maori family of three followed the repairman into the annex.

The so-called decoration is just a cover. It can be seen from the lobby of the annex that Beihu Hotel has no such intention at all.

However, Mr. Shangzhu, who lives here, seems to be a person who can't sit still. The walls and various utensils in the hotel are all sprayed with all kinds of graffiti by him. The colors are more complete than those on the heads of these people.

Conan glanced at the cameras in the corner of the first floor and found that they were all painted black. They should have been done by Kamizumi Sadao.

"Mr. Reporter, you must write something good about our big brother. Don't be like those unscrupulous media..."

As they walked into the elevator, the young man was still chattering.

"Shut your mouth." Lin Feng patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

You're gonna make the elevator drunk.

"Uh……"

The young man didn’t know why, but after the reporter entered the annex, his way of speaking changed a little. . .

At this moment, the elevator reached the top floor of the annex, the seventh floor.

Just like the lobby on the first floor, there are graffiti everywhere here. It seems that this guy wants to be an artist after committing fraud.

Inside a luxurious suite with its door open.

The long table was filled with food and wine. The protagonist, Kamizumi Sadao, was sitting on the sofa, wearing a nice outfit, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the reporters who came in.

This interview was arranged by my father, so it must be reliable.

I can't just live with the name of a fraudster and then just wash it away.

The same goes for the money.

"Brother Lin Feng, what should we do?" Xiaolan asked behind the repairman.

As she spoke, she looked at Shangzhu Zhenwu, who was sitting there, dressed neatly and with a head of blonde hair.

Do it now?

They didn't have any knives or guns, so does this count as self-defense?

"Mr. Shangzhu, let's talk about compensation." Lin Feng gestured for him to calm down, walked to the sofa opposite, sat down and said. "Compensation?"

"Compensation to whom and what?"

Kamizumi Sadao was confused and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Also, what's in your pocket?
The second-generation rich man looked at the tool bag that fell to the ground. The screwdrivers rolled out, as well as the big wrench...

"You borrowed a total of more than 300 million yuan, but less than 400 million yuan, from those people, right?" Lin Feng asked.

The amount is not low and many people have been deceived.

From millions to tens of millions, he cheated dozens of people.

For example, Ms. Zhuchuan's mother was defrauded of several million or nearly tens of millions.

"Wait, wait a minute, who did I borrow money from?!" Kamizumi Sadao asked immediately.

More than 300 million, which amount of money are you referring to?

"If it's less than 400 million yuan, then let's calculate it as 500 million yuan. This will be more convenient." Lin Feng nodded and said to the other party.

"..."

Shangzhu Zhenwu didn't quite understand what was said, and didn't know where this number was convenient.

Since you are so good at math, wouldn't one hundred million yuan be more convenient?
"Who are you?" Suppressing his emotions, Shangzhu Zhenwu asked with a bad face.

The visitor is not good.

"I consulted those loan sharks."

“The highest interest they charge is 50 percent of the principal the next day.”

"One million, and the next day they want to charge one and a half million including principal and interest. It's really too shady." Lin Feng said to himself.

"Dad, is that true?" Xiaolan looked at her old father in disbelief.

This is too terrible.

"Some people who are blinded by rage will not care about anything when the critical moment comes." Uncle Maori nodded and said.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility of frame-up and coercion. If we look into it in detail, there are too many cases.

"Let's take a lower number, 25 percent..."

"Anyway, you have to give me 1 billion."

As Lin Feng was talking, he became too lazy to care about it anymore and just waved his hand.

More than 300 million multiplied by three times, the figure of 1 billion is almost exactly the ideal profit that Shangzhu Zhenwu and his gang mentioned when they were carrying out fraudulent activities.

"..."

Conan saw that Kamizumi Sadao and several of his companions had unhappy expressions, and immediately felt that something was going to go wrong, so he secretly put his hand on his watch.

"What's wrong with you???"

Even though Shangzhu Zhenwu had drunk a lot of wine, he knew at this time that there was something wrong with this reporter.

He's been talking nonsense since he walked in.

It's like someone is here to collect debts.

Where did I find this psychopathic father from?

Or did these people pick up the wrong person?
"Now, because you scolded me, I am going to defend myself!" Lin Feng stood up suddenly and said.

"???"

The younger brothers beside Shangzhu Zhenwu all looked at each other in amazement.

"Mr. Reporter, Brother Shangzhu wants to ask you, what's wrong with you?" The young man who had led Lin Feng and the others all the way asked.

What self-defense are you talking about...

Before he could figure it out, a dazzling scene appeared.

The drunken little leader was thrown out, across the wide open space, and hit the wall.

"Wha, what?"

Just now, Shangzhu Zhenwu was bending down to put out his cigarette, and as a result, one of his brothers suddenly flew out.

"So fast."

Uncle Maori was quite surprised.

The speed at which this kid improves his strength is really scary.

"I saw it. It was that reporter who kicked Matsuda. Look, the footprints are still here!"

A very focused younger brother checked the person who had hit the wall and spoke to everyone.

It was like being hit by a truck and flying away!

"Hey, what are you still standing there for!" Kamizumi Sadao shouted.

I support you and lead you to do fraudulent business. Are you keeping you for fun?
Didn’t you see that they have already taken action?
"Dad, be careful!"

Xiaolan shouted loudly, supported herself on the sofa with one hand, and leaped forward using the force. She rushed out, her knee pointing directly at the guy holding the bottle behind Uncle Maori.

"Oh!"

The guy who was holding a wine bottle and wanted to launch a sneak attack was knocked away in an instant. Xiaolan's momentum was very fierce.

"..."

Conan was stunned. He felt that this kick was definitely more painful than the one Lin Feng had just kicked him with.

"Cough cough."

Uncle Maori looked at his daughter and was really scared just now.

"We have evidence of your crime. You'd better plead guilty immediately, turn yourself in to the police, and return the money you defrauded."

As the oldest person present, Uncle Maori straightened his collar, took a step forward, and spoke solemnly to Kamizumi Sadago sitting opposite him.

Take my advice, try not to fight.

"is it?"

"Then you'd better hand over the evidence of my crime and pay a huge medical bill!"

Shangzhu Zhenwu, with his blood boiling and a ferocious look on his face, took out a pistol in the chaos.

He stood aside, holding a pistol, looking at everyone, especially the reporter friend opposite him who had just kicked someone and then sat back on the sofa, settling scores randomly.

One billion, you really dare to think about it!

How much are your lives worth?

Lin Feng sat there, not afraid of being pointed at by a gun. The probability of being hit at this distance was zero.

The same went for Xiaolan. She wasn't nervous at all. She stared at the gun in the other person's hand, and her eyes became more focused.

Conan had half of his body behind Lin Feng's sofa, but he didn't care much.

Uncle Maori:......

Although his strength is not weak.

However, he is not a young man who exercises regularly to keep his body in peak condition.

Being competitive is not desirable.

It's better not to dodge bullets...

"Shoot." Lin Feng said with a smile, let us see your shooting skills.

As expected of a rich young master, he is not too familiar with the model, but the silver-white gun body is quite nice-looking. I guess he usually uses it as a hand-held device.

"..."

Uncle Maori noticed that Conan was hiding behind the sofa, and his daughter was on high alert, her whole body tense, as if she was mentally prepared.

You let him shoot, did you ever consider me? ? ? (End of this chapter)