Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"You also received a call from Inspector Megure, right? Please attend the case discussion tomorrow."

In the evening, inside the Polo Cafe.

Uncle Maori saw that there were no other customers in the store, so he whispered about the case to the repairman.

Inspector Megure did not explain the details of the case over the phone, and it was unlikely that he would discuss anything in private.

"It seems that the two of us were invited as a group." Lin Feng nodded and said.

Although Kogoro Mouri has a bad reputation for causing death wherever he goes, this nominal disciple is also a well-known figure in the Metropolitan Police Department. He has solved countless cases remotely over the phone.

Now Conan rarely uses the name of Kudo Shinichi, and always calls the police disguised as a repairman.

"Combination..."

Uncle Maori stroked his chin, lost in thought.

This combination might make a lot of money...

"Teacher Maori, didn't the police explain what the case was?" Amuro put the food on the table and then asked.

"No news has been leaked, but I think it should be related to the recent cases that have been circulating." Uncle Maori shook his head and had some guesses in his mind.

No matter how tightly the matter is kept secret, rumors will eventually leak out. After all, several people have already died.

"There are always some guys who are very good at intelligence."

Lin Feng glanced at Amuro and then showed what he saw on the Internet.

Under the post reposting the news report, a large group of people gathered to discuss, and some even described it as if they had watched the crime scene happen at the scene.

"Yes, their means of obtaining information are very powerful..."

After taking a look, Amuro withdrew his gaze, returned to the kitchen, and started to tidy up before leaving work.

Murder cases and the like are not my responsibility.

However, the police couldn't solve the case and had to ask detectives for help...

……

the next day.

After much persuasion, Conan finally got what he wanted and went to the Metropolitan Police Department for a meeting.

"Xiao Lan, you two just wait outside. You have to keep an eye on this little brat."

Uncle Maori told his two children to be good and obedient.

"Don't worry, Dad." Xiaolan patted Conan on the head, indicating that she had received the order and would take good care of the child.

"There are quite a lot of people coming today." Lin Feng saw quite a few unfamiliar faces.

This also indirectly illustrates the wide impact of this case.

"Yes, they should be the police sent from the crime scene." Uncle Maori nodded seriously.

"Uncle, there's something dirty here."

Conan smiled and stretched out his hand, patting the mustache detective's clothes.

The bug has been successfully installed...

"Have you washed your hands..." Uncle Maori pushed the elementary school student away with disgust.

"He used your suit as a hand cloth." Lin Feng patted Teacher Mao Li on the shoulder and said with a smile.

I haven't seen you beat him up in a long time.

"No la!"

Conan immediately raised his hands and asked Mr. Kogoro to check them.

Framed, this is a frame-up!
"Mr. Mao Li, Mr. Lin Feng!"

Before Kogoro could check the dog's paws, Takagi and Sato came out of the meeting room holding folders.

"It should be a serial murder case, right?" Uncle Maori looked at the two of them and asked.

"Yes, we found a mahjong tile at the scene of the car accident on the Odawara toll road the day before yesterday."

"Other cases where mahjong tiles were left at the scene were in Tokyo, Kanagawa, Shizuoka, Nagano, and other places. Five such cases have occurred before."

Takagi and Sato gave a brief explanation to the few people.

There were mahjong tiles left at the scene, so even without checking the vehicle, it can be confirmed that the car accident was undoubtedly man-made.

"Has Inspector Matsumoto arrived?" Lin Feng looked at the slightly noisy meeting room behind the two of them and asked.

It's really lively today.

"You can tell by looking at the atmosphere."

Sato smiled and pointed behind him.

If the administrator was present, few people would dare to speak loudly.

After talking for a few words, Takagi and Sato went to the office next door to get some documents, and then entered the large conference room with Lin Feng and the others.

"Mr. Mao Li, Mr. Lin Feng, you are here!"

As soon as they entered the door, they saw the loud-voiced, curly-haired Officer Yokomizo. Standing next to him was a man with a flat head and one hand in his pocket. He was his twin brother.

The elder brother is in meditation, and the younger brother is in re-enlightenment.

"Three, five, fifteen." Takagi chuckled as he stood behind them.

These two brothers have interesting names.

"Ok?"

Brother Yokomizo looked at Officer Takagi with an unfriendly look, and one could tell from his hairstyle that he was different from his kind older brother.

"Ha, hahaha~" Takagi scratched his head to hide his embarrassment.

“They are all acquaintances.”

Lin Feng looked around, and even saw Yamato Gansuke, who was blind in his left eye and leaning on a crutch, and his righteous partner, Ashan...

"Ahem, who is this lady?"

Uncle Maori looked at the pretty lady behind the two Officers Yokomizo.

"Excuse me, I haven't introduced you yet. This is Officer Ogino from the Saitama Prefectural Police."

Brother Yokomizo turned around and introduced them to a few people.

"Ogino Ayami, I've long heard of your great names." The beautiful female police officer smiled and nodded at the few people.

"I didn't expect there is such a beautiful police officer in Saitama." Uncle Maori smiled as brightly as a flower when he saw the beautiful woman.

"What's so unexpected about this..."

Lin Feng sighed in his heart that the mustache detective had a unique vision. If she slightly changed her work hairstyle, she would definitely be a policewoman.

"Is Saitama also the scene of the crime?"

Uncle Maori reacted, was slightly stunned, and asked a few people.

"No, the victim who was killed in Tokyo lived in Saitama Sokorozawa, so they asked me to come to the meeting and provide investigation materials."

Officer Ogino said, shaking his head slightly.

"By the way, why are you two here?" Officer Yokomizo thought that this matter might be related to the two detectives.

Detectives are still too evil.

"Manager Matsumoto and others invited them to attend the meeting as special advisors," Sato explained.

"It's really embarrassing to ask the detective for help." Officer Yokomizo's twin brother spoke bluntly.

“I feel the same way about this.”

On the side, Yamato Gansuke came over with a crutch.

"If losing face can save two lives, it's better to lose this face early." Lin Feng looked at the victim's information on the blackboard next to him and said without turning his head.

Indeed, these dead people were completely unrelated from their occupations to their social circles, no wonder the police couldn't come up with any results. "Well, preventing crime is the most important thing." Uncle Maori didn't care.

Compared to human life, other things are not that important.

It’s a headache to encounter a stubborn policeman.

"Mr. Maori, well said!"

There is only one policeman who can happily say such lines in such an occasion - Shancun Cao.

"Gunma Prefecture..."

"What does this case have to do with you?" Uncle Maori was not very fond of this reckless guy, although sometimes the two of them got along quite well.

The last time the detective agency encountered a bomb incident, it was because this guy handled the case improperly in Gunma Prefecture. He did not conduct a detailed investigation and determined that the deceased committed suicide. As a result, he suffered bad luck...

None of the victims this time were killed in Gunma, but this guy showed up again, and who knows what trouble he might cause.

"Because the crime scene is at the border of Nagano Prefecture and Gunma Prefecture, we came here together," Officer Yamato explained.

He had already seen the strength of the mountain village police officer, who was talking nonsense in the car...

"The part of the abandoned body below the knees is within the jurisdiction of our Gunma Prefecture!" Ashan nodded repeatedly and said with a smile.

It's considered lucky to be able to follow up on this serial murder case.

"By the way, isn't that little brother Conan wearing glasses coming along?" Officer Yokomizo was impressed by the dog-headed detective who often wandered around the scene and kept saying "ah-le-le".

The other party often says shocking things, can give key clues, and is not afraid of corpses at all. He is simply a chosen detective.

"That child is indeed impressive." Yokomizo Shigego glanced at his brother and nodded.

He was obviously one of those who had been reminded.

"That's right, he is simply Mr. Mori's best assistant, and he is usually very smart." Takagi also has a lot to say in this regard.

Outside the meeting room, the dog-headed detective who was taking a break next to a vending machine was sweating profusely while eavesdropping with headphones on.

How did it get to me?!
Unexpectedly, Ashan’s next sentence was even more frightening.

"Come to think of it, have you ever had an experience like Mr. Maori, where you fell asleep in a flash, and when you woke up, the case was solved." Ashan asked several people with an exaggerated expression.

If you tell others about this kind of supernatural event, no one will believe it.

Like a sleeping detective.

This is a good opportunity for everyone to share experiences!
"You should go see a psychiatrist. Maybe you've been infected." Lin Feng glanced at the mustached detective and said.

"what?"

"Is this disease contagious? But I only had those symptoms once." Ashan asked in disbelief.

As he spoke, he subconsciously took a step back, moving a little further away from Mr. Kogoro.

"Hey, you're getting more and more ridiculous."

Uncle Maori waved his hand speechlessly.

"Maybe someone is manipulating you behind the scenes." Lin Feng said with a smile.

This guy is so confused that he didn't even know he was pricked with a needle. He is the type that is easy to manipulate.

"Please, don't tell ghost stories in this kind of situation!" Officer Shancun refused sternly.

Those who have experienced it personally just feel creepy.

"Everyone, can we start the meeting?"

Inspector Megure and Matsumoto Kiyonaga had walked in at some point and asked the people who were talking.

"Feel sorry."

Several police officers reacted immediately and dispersed back to their seats.

This is no place for jokes.

"Mr. Mao Li, Mr. Lin Feng, please sit here." Officer Shiratori also asked the two to sit in the audience seats.

There were thirty or forty policemen sitting below, all of them looking through documents with serious expressions, and the atmosphere was heavy.

"Except for the sixth case, the victims of the first five cases were all stabbed with sharp knives. Judging from the shape of the wounds, the murderer should have used his right hand to swing vigorously from top to bottom."

"These five victims were all stunned with electric batons and then kidnapped. They were then taken to their respective crime scenes, killed, and their bodies abandoned..."

Shiratori walked to the front of the stage and began to speak. He was the one who presided over this meeting.

The policemen below frowned more deeply as they listened.

The strange mahjong seven-tube tiles are painted with red circles. There are different letters written on the back of each tile and a vertical line drawn on it. It looks extremely weird and it is impossible to tell what the murderer is trying to express.

"After investigation, it was found that each of the six victims had an item they were carrying taken away."

Shiratori continued to report.

There were nothing too expensive, just a necklace, a drawstring bag, an amulet, a motorcycle keychain, a makeup mirror, and a character doll.

"It's mainly about the meaning of the items that were taken away, and also the meaning of those mahjong tiles." Inspector Megure also sighed in his heart.

No one wants to watch the number of victims increase little by little while being unable to find any clues.

"In addition, there is another very important piece of information, which is the fragmentary words left by Mr. Ryuzaki, the sixth victim of the car accident, before his death."

"Qixi, Jing..."

Yes, just these three words.

His brakes had been tampered with at the rest stop.

Before he could say a single word, Mr. Ryuzaki breathed his last. Fortunately, the toll booth staff ran fast and reached him immediately.

"Have you thought of anything?"

Lin Feng looked at Uncle Maori beside him closing the folder with a confident smile on his face, and couldn't help but ask.

Don't mess around...

"Well, watch me!"

Uncle Maori said as he stood up and walked to the front of the stage.

"Everyone, are you over-complicating this?"

"Mahjong tiles, the most direct clue is mahjong."

Everyone is waiting for the follow-up of the famous detective.

"In my opinion."

"This is a dispute caused by mahjong."

"If we look at this seven-tube chart, there may be a seventh victim. With the addition of a murderer, there will be eight people in total!"

Uncle Maori stood in front of everyone, looking very confident.

Eight people are just right for two mahjong tables.

Gambling is something that makes it easy to make enemies. The murderer most likely hated the other seven people because of money or some other reason, and he took revenge on them one by one.

So don't gamble...

"Um, may I ask, what do the letters and vertical lines on the back of the mahjong tiles represent?" asked the beautiful Saitama Prefecture Police Miss Ogino.

"Why did you tie the victim to another place and then kill him?" Officer Yamato asked the mustached detective with one eye open.

"Also, how do you explain those three words about Mr. Ryuzaki's death?" Takagi also raised his hand to refute the plan.

"Teacher Mao Li, please answer these three questions!" Seeing that someone didn't speak, Lin Feng immediately started chasing.

"..."

"The current problems need to be solved one by one. You ask so many questions, how can I know?" Uncle Maori answered with confidence.

That's right.

I just don't know! (End of this chapter)