Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"A man between 30 and 40 years old. Friends of the deceased's age are in this age range."

The police officially started the screening work.

"So far, I'm one step ahead of this kid, right?" Hattori asked Sera, the initiator of the competition, while stroking the dog-headed detective's head proudly.

"This boy?"

"Aren't you fighting with Kudo Shinichi?" Sera looked down at Conan with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I, I mean, I'm one step ahead of Kudo who's backing this brat."

The two men's faces changed at the same time, and Hattori hurriedly explained.

"Every time this guy listens to Kudo's reasoning on the phone, he speaks as if it were his own reasoning, which is why I have the illusion that I always regard this guy as an opponent..."

"..." Conan kept staring at this guy talking nonsense with a speechless look.

If I reveal my true identity, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost.

"Officer Takagi, is there any progress in the case?" Lin Feng and his friends, who were sitting in the dining area, noticed that Officer Takagi began to question everyone table by table.

"Yes, yes, didn't you have lunch?" Takagi was slightly stunned when he saw the table full of food, and then asked casually.

"Mainly because I heard that the dishes in this restaurant are very good, so I want to try them all." Lin Feng nodded and continued to eat.

Xiaolan and Ye just lowered their heads to eat and didn't dare to talk to each other.

Running to the crime scene to eat or something...

The police investigation was quickly completed and the suspects were narrowed down to three people.

"There are actually more than three male customers who meet the age requirements, but the others were accompanied by companions and have clear alibis."

Takagi flipped through his notebook and reported to several detectives.

The three suspects all came to eat alone, and they all happened to be sitting in the smoking area.

"Inspector Megure, can you let me handle their interrogation?" Hattori found Fatty Tachibana and asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why should I entrust this kind of thing to a high school student like you..." Officer Megure was speechless. Is he so easy to talk to?

"Because the murderer may be from the Kansai region. If I, a Kansai native, were to conduct the interrogation, perhaps I could make him reveal his true identity." Hattori said with a smile.

"..."

Inspector Megure scratched his head.

Your reason seems to be quite sufficient.

In this way, the police handed the task of questioning to the high school detective. Inspector Megure and Takagi followed each other to the smoking area.

"Sir, what is your name and where do you live?" Hattori turned around and saw that Officer Takagi had already prepared paper and pen, so he asked directly.

In front of me was a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing glasses.

"My name is Sube Rori, and I currently live in an apartment in Beika-cho." The man with glasses answered Hattori's question honestly.

"So, where is your hometown?" Hattori continued to ask.

"I, I'm a local who was born and raised in Tokyo."

"What is going on, officer?" The man with glasses saw the dark-faced boy staring at him and asked the officer behind him.

"Well, please don't mind it. Just answer his questions truthfully." Officer Megure explained with a smile.

I know you feel it's a bit strange, but these guys are pretty reliable and can be very useful in solving cases.

"Sir, I noticed that you have been sweating from nervousness since just now. Are you hiding something?" Hattori continued to ask.

The man with glasses wiped the sweat off his face with a tissue and explained, "This is because the curry I just ate was too spicy."

There was indeed an empty plate in front of him. Although he had eaten everything, some sauce could still be seen. "It's been almost an hour since the murder. He should have finished eating by now." Hattori asked with disbelief written all over his face.

"Because I can't leave here, I feel more and more hungry. I just ordered this."

Hattori looked at the waitress who was standing nearby and nodded.

It was indeed the curry set meal we just ordered.

Even with such a big mess, I still haven't delayed placing an order...

Not being able to learn anything from the first suspect, Hattori found the second one.

Amakasu Hiroshi, 36 years old, is dressed quite fashionably. He has pierced ears, wears two earrings, and has dyed his hair to look like the popular flax color.

He was smoking a cigarette.

Sat in the smoking area which was not much to say.

"My friends all call me Forrest Gump. I live in Beido-cho now, in a rented apartment."

"Also, I was born and raised in Tokyo."

"Are you satisfied with my answer, little guy from Osaka?"

Sure enough, just like his attire, this Mr. Forrest Gump also speaks in a rather frivolous manner.

The smoking area is very small, and several people are not far away, so he also heard the question just now.

"You're sweating a lot. Are you worried about something?" Hattori didn't mind the smell of smoke. He glanced at the empty bowl on the other person's table and asked.

"Hey, I'm not worried about anything, stop talking nonsense!" Forrest Gump immediately retorted.

I don’t know if he was frightened by this scene, but he was a little excited.

"Just kidding, I'm sweating all over because the ramen I just ate was very spicy!"

Mr. Gump suddenly started laughing, and acted very funny.

"Sir, why does your accent sound strange?" Hattori asked as he moved closer.

"strangeness?"

"That's how we Tokyo people talk!" said Forrest Gump, taking a deep puff of his cigarette.

Next is the third one.

Mr. Tojo Sanpei, in his early forties, was tall and fat, wearing a suit.

"The interrogation currently being conducted should be non-compulsory, right? If that's the case, why do you want us to reveal even our birthplace?"

"Moreover, I have to be questioned by this young man of unidentified identity." Mr. Tojo was not very willing to cooperate.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. You'll just be suspected. It's nothing at all." Hattori said with a smile.

There is always a place where you can speak willingly.

"I, I'm different from you. I've been a Tokyo native for three generations."

Mr. Tojo said that he was an old Tokyoite, just had a little temper, but was definitely not a bad person.

"Really? Why are you sweating so much?"

Hattori looked at the old Tokyo and asked.

There was a Mapo Tofu set meal on the other person's table, but it looked like it had hardly been touched. Could it be that they had eaten something spicy again?
"I have a body that sweats easily, and my nerves are not that strong. When I heard that someone died, I lost my appetite."

"I just cancelled the dessert order with the waiter." (End of this chapter)