Ke Xue Bartender

Chapter 240 Husband, please say something

"Husband? Are you there?"

"Can I come in?"

When there was no response to her knock, Mrs. Tsujimura took out her key and opened the door.

The elegant sound of opera echoed in the neat and spacious study.

Behind the desk opposite the door, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle was supporting his face with one hand and seemed to have fallen asleep.

There was a pile of books on the desk, blocking the man's face.

From the perspective of Conan and others who were waiting at the door, they could only see a shiny bald head emerging from the pile of books.

"Really? I fell asleep without turning off the stereo..."

Mrs. Tsujimura complained, walked behind the desk and tried to wake up her careless husband.

"Husband, wake up!"

"husband!"

"husband?"

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Honey, say something!"

Conan and the others, whose attention was drawn to the opera, heard Mrs. Tsujimura's anxious cries, turned around together, and witnessed Tsujimura Isao falling to the ground.

"There's no hope. He's already dead."

Hattori Hirako touched Tsujimura Isao's neck, shook his head, and announced his death.

Fear and sadness welled up on Mrs. Tsujimura's face, and she cried out, "How, how could this happen?"

Hearing the commotion, old man Tsujimura, his son, his housekeeper, and his wife rushed to the door.

"What happened?"

"No one is allowed to enter the study until the police arrive!"

Kogoro Mouri turned around and started to protect the scene very skillfully.

While he was explaining to everyone, Conan had already checked the body while he wasn't paying attention.

The body was still warm, proving that death had occurred not long ago.

There is a small red dot behind the right ear, as if it had been pierced by a sharp object such as a needle.

What about the murder weapon? Is it possible that it was left at the scene?

Conan lay down near the desk, crawling around, looking for any trace of the murder weapon.

Ah, found it.

——Conan was delighted.

Under the desk, a thin needle appeared before his eyes.

He crawled over excitedly and was about to pick up the needle when his forehead hit another head.

"pain!"

"it hurts!"

Conan and Hattori Hirako each held their foreheads and crawled out from under the desk.

Then the two looked at each other.

"Hey, what are you doing crawling around here, kid? Don't destroy the scene!"

"Miss Xiaolan, could you please keep an eye on this little brat and don't let him cause any trouble?"

Hattori Hirako picked up Conan like a chicken and threw him into Xiaolan's arms.

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

Xiaolan hugged Conan and her momentum weakened a little.

Conan looked at Hattori Hirako speechlessly, but soon felt relieved.

Forget it. I'm already a mature man who is almost thirty years old. Why should I bother with a little girl who is still in high school?

With her here, this case should be solved quickly.

After all, she is Hattori. Even if she becomes a woman, her mind should still be as flexible.

Conan sniffed his nose, felt his still hot head, and decided to take a rest aside, leaving things to the enthusiastic Hattori. He just had to watch from the side.

About ten minutes later, the police who received the report came to Tsujimura's house. The leader was still Conan's old acquaintance, Inspector Megure.

The investigation and evidence collection work was carried out quickly.

The deceased, 56-year-old diplomat Tsujimura Isao, died of poisoning. The murder weapon was a poison needle found under the desk.

The doors and windows of the study were all locked, with no signs of external damage. There were only two pairs of keys, one was on Mrs. Tsujimura, and the other was found in Tsujimura Isao's trouser pocket.

Mrs. Tsujimura has sufficient proof of her alibi, and Mori and his group can all testify to that.

In other words, this was an impossible closed-room murder case.

The investigation reached a stalemate here.

Inspector Megure and a group of police officers looked embarrassed and looked at the famous detective Kogoro Mouri with expectation.

"Brother Maori, do you have any idea?"

Maori Kogoro touched his chin and thought: "Hmm, a murder in a closed room, what is the method...? Oh, sorry, Officer Megure, I am thinking, please give me a moment."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I look forward to your wonderful reasoning, Maori brother, no! Detective!"

"Uh... yeah, ah! Okay!"

Officer Megure glanced at Hattori Hirako and whispered in Maori Kogoro's ear:

"Hey, Maori brother, you better figure out the truth quickly and don't lose to that girl over there. You don't want to see her continue to be so arrogant, do you?"

As soon as he arrived at the scene, Megure noticed this special girl. After asking, he learned that she was the legendary "Osaka Kurohime" and his mentality changed subtly.

During the investigation and evidence collection process, Hattori Hirako's attitude made this conscientious old police officer feel dissatisfied, but he dared not speak out.

There was no way, after all her father was the chief of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters, and it was not something that a small police lieutenant like him who ran errands all day could commit fraud against.

It's really infuriating that people from Osaka Prefecture actually come to Tokyo to give orders.

Therefore, he placed his hopes on his brother Maori, who always performed amazingly, hoping that he could dampen the arrogance of this arrogant girl.

Kogoro Mouri felt very pressured when faced with Inspector Megure's expectant eyes.

To be honest, he had no idea at the moment.

This method of committing a crime is simply impossible. Did this guy commit suicide?
Please, my hidden personality, come out and save me!

In his heart, Kogoro Mori called upon his hidden personality to save himself. Hattori Hirako glanced at him and a hint of disdain flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Sure enough, this uncle is a complete idiot.

Not a disguise, but a genuine fool.

Ever since she met this famous detective who has recently become famous, she has been observing his every move.

When she was at the office, she still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that this old man might just be hiding his incompetence or pretending to be foolish.

But after the Tsujimura family case happened, this uncle's behavior made her look like a complete idiot in her eyes.

The only thing worth praising is his sense of responsibility.

But to solve the case, it is not enough to have a sense of responsibility, you also need wisdom!

So, this uncle has solved so many cases before, someone must have been helping him secretly...

That’s right, it’s definitely that Kudo Shinichi!

In order to please my father-in-law, I actually used such a strategy, haha——

Hattori Hirako looked at Xiaolan who was holding Conan's hand, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

That guy really likes this woman.

By using this bond, we can definitely force him out!
Hattori Hirako looked at Maori Kogoro who had a distressed look on his face.

This stupid uncle would definitely contact the boy secretly, tell him the details of the case, and get advice from him.

This is just right——

A high fighting spirit rose in Hattori Hirako's eyes.

Come on, Kudo Shinichi, let's have a showdown! See who can solve the mystery of this secret room first.

"Ah!"

Conan sneezed again and rubbed his itchy nose.

Then he half-closed his eyes and looked at the high-spirited Hattori Hirako.

"That guy really looks like he's got a lot of fighting spirit."

"Come on, Hattori-chan, solve this case quickly so I can go home and sleep."

(End of this chapter)