Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Oh, you're back!"

Uncle Maori was home alone and had already drunk two bottles. He was in high spirits and waved to Xiaolan and Conan.

Yoko Okino on TV was also singing and dancing to liven up the atmosphere.

"Dad, the TV volume is too loud. People outside can hear it." Xiaolan was speechless and walked forward to turn down the volume.

You are already grown up, but you are still wearing cheering clothes while watching TV at home...

"..." Conan grinned.

The best way to forget about a beautiful murderer is to watch the last episode of Okino Yoko…

"What are you doing tonight?" Uncle Maori lit a cigarette, opened the window and wanted to get some fresh air.

The rain outside hadn't stopped yet, but the pickup truck had already driven away.

Bringing a child along shouldn't be a dangerous thing...

……

In the rainy night.

Lin Feng was holding the steering wheel and waiting for the traffic light.

The windshield was scratched by a gun, and it seems to block the view a bit.

The traffic lights alternated between green and green. Lin Feng looked at the old man holding an umbrella walking on the crosswalk, preparing to wait for someone to pass before he could walk.

The old man walked to Lin Feng’s car.

His hair was gray, but neatly combed back, and he was wearing the uniform of a security guard.

I don't know which company would hire an old man in his 70s or 80s who has difficulty walking as a security guard. He seems quite caring.

Lin Feng saw the other person slightly raising the umbrella in front of the car and looking at him, and thought he wanted to thank him for letting him.

"Fuck!"

The smile on the mechanic's face disappeared instantly, and the old man in front of the car fell to the ground without any wind.

He hadn't experienced such a speechless thing in a long time.

"You hit me!" The old man saw the young man in the driver's seat get out of the car, and without caring about the rain, he sat on the ground and shouted at the other party with a smile.

"There's no surveillance here, so what if I hit you to death?"

Lin Feng looked up and around. There was no one, no shops open, and no cameras in the sky.

He was very curious about how this old man, who suddenly looked so vicious, was going to blackmail him.

"..."

"Give me 50,000 yuan and you can leave." The old man didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, so he waved his hand immediately.

In fact, he just had a sudden idea when he was passing by and did this in order to make a little extra money.

Of course, he wouldn't pick the wrong people. These polite young people are the easiest to blackmail, as well as those middle-aged people who are timid and cautious in their survival.

It's so troublesome to call the police. You don't have a dash cam and there's no surveillance nearby. How can you explain it clearly? Just give him 30,000 or 50,000 yuan and be done with it.

"Just this little money?"

"It's not enough."

Lin Feng stood in the rain and asked with a smile.

It costs a lot of money to go to the hospital to treat a leg now, and there are also nutrition fees and loss of work wages.

"It seems like it's not easy for you either, so just take me home and get 50,000 yuan." The old man grabbed the bumper of the pickup truck and stood up with great effort, but his hands were always on the car and he didn't let go.

Although it is an imported car, it is not a luxury car, the style is old, and young people wear it simply. It is easy to get into trouble if it is too excessive.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get in the car, I'll take you home!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything about the laws and regulations, he just smiled and nodded in agreement, and asked the old man to get in the car quickly. Both of them got in the car, wet, and the mechanic was very considerate to turn on the heater.

"Thank you so much."

The old man wearing security guard's clothes is named Zenkichi Ooka, he is 64 years old and he currently works as a security guard in a supermarket in Beido Town.

"Guard, how about the salary?" Lin Feng asked as he drove towards the other party's residence at 4-chome.

"It's OK, just enough to get by, but I live alone and don't have much to spend."

"Be careful, someone is crossing the road ahead." Ooka Zenkichi nodded and gave instructions to the repairman.

"Do you often fall in front of cars?" Lin Feng continued to ask.

The legal management in this regard is still very strict. At least he has never encountered such an incident. Maybe it is because he took off the dashcam tonight?
"Uh……"

Ooka Yoshikichi didn't know how to answer this question, so he shook his head and said nothing.

He has hardly ever done any of this kind of low-level business.

This young man speaks strangely. I don’t know what’s going on. He seems a little sick. It’s not right to ask questions like that.

"What is that?" Ooka Zenkichi felt something hard under his feet, which hurt his feet. He bent down slightly and reached down to touch it.

It was icy cold, and there was some rain water on it, which must have been from the rain he brought in the car. Without thinking too much, he took the thing out.

"Is this... a wrench?"

With the help of the street light outside the car window, Ooka Zenkichi could see clearly what he was holding in his hand.

It was an oversized, silver-gleaming wrench.

However, what was stained on it was not rain water, but... blood!
"what happened to you?"

The sound coming from the driver's seat was no different from before, but it still made Ooka Zenkichi's hands shake and he almost dropped the wrench.

"No, nothing. What job do you do?" Ooka Zenkichi secretly grabbed the wrench in his hand and hid it on the other side of his body. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

I'm already over sixty years old, why would I feel a little panicked?

"I make money by repairing things for others." Lin Feng picked up a business card from the side and handed it over.

"So that's it."

Ooka Zenkichi nodded.

Now he understood why there was a wrench in the car, but what about the bloodstain?

As they were talking, the car had arrived at Beika-cho 4-chome and stopped in front of a house with the word Ooka written on it.

The house is in average condition and has no yard. It seems that the old man's living conditions are not very high.

"Someone is waiting for you." Lin Feng pointed to a dark figure holding an umbrella standing at the door.

"I saw it, give me the money and you can leave."

Returning to a familiar place and seeing someone at the door again, Ooka Zenkichi felt a little relieved.

He hid the bloody wrench in his sleeve, ready to study it carefully to see if there was any possibility of subsequent blackmail.

I just happened to get this guy’s business card!

Almost in an instant, he had already thought of the follow-up plan.

As for the danger, just anonymous blackmail will be enough!
This could be evidence of a crime!
"It's okay, I'll help you in." Lin Feng got out of the car with a smile, helped the old man open the door, and pulled him down directly.

Is this a help?!
Ooka Yoshikichi was suddenly pulled out of the car and almost fell down. He looked very confused.

He raised his head and looked at the expressionless young man.

Are you that person just now? (End of this chapter)