Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 201 The Famous Detective with His Family
10:30 a.m.

Gao Mo drove the doctor's Beetle to the old house in the suburbs.

The back seat felt like it was being chilled by frost the whole way, with the Maori couple struggling against each other, leaving a large empty space in the middle.

Conan, who had intended to sit in the middle, had to sit on Ran's lap in the passenger seat. His face turned bright red and steamy, but his expression quickly cooled down when he saw the couple's faces in the rearview mirror.

Although he knew that the man with the mustache always liked to bring his whole family with him when he worked, he hadn't expected this situation.

The client has no idea what they will think when they see this.

but……

Gao Mo parked the car properly.

He wouldn't get involved in the mustache's family affairs. Anyway, the couple was just having a superficial cold war. If she didn't really care, Eri wouldn't have come along.

Compared to that, he was actually a little envious of Conan, who took advantage of his child status to get away with anything.

"Huh? Isn't it Mr. Kindaichi?"

At the entrance of the villa, a chubby uncle with a goatee opened the door in surprise.

"What are you..."

“Kindaichi has other things to do and can’t come, and it would be the same if it were me, Kogoro Mouri,” the mustachioed man said, clearly disappointed. “And I couldn’t get through on the phone either… You’re Nakamura Misao, the one who wrote the letter?”

“Oh, it’s Mr. Mori. Thank you for coming,” the fat man said with a warm smile. “The one who wrote the letter is my brother. He’s the one who inherited this house. I just moved in with him… Are these Mr. Mori’s family members?”

"There was nothing we could do; they insisted on following us."

"It's alright, come in quickly."

Gao Mo's footsteps lagged behind.

Both doors are decorated with symmetrical lion-shaped pull rings, and the villa as a whole is basically symmetrical from left to right. However, the steps at the entrance are strangely positioned on the left and right.

The right-hand handrail pillar is decorated with tigers, but the left one is bare and has two holes dug out, through which you can vaguely see reflected light.

Mirror?

Gao Mo's hawk-like eyes twitched slightly.

But what's even stranger is the fat man who came out to greet us earlier.

The letter made no mention of his brother living with them, and...

Gao Mo turned his gaze to the young man with a middle parting who appeared inside the house. His right hand was wrapped in a plaster cast, and he greeted him with a smile, just like the fat man.

He was quite certain that the letter was written by a woman, and certainly not by this young man.

"What's wrong, young man?" the fat man asked with a smile. "Come in quickly."

Gao Mo was the last to enter the room, his gaze falling on the young man's exaggerated right hand: "What happened to your hand?"

"I accidentally injured myself while moving the scaffold, it was just a minor sprain, but the doctor made a big deal out of it..."

"sprain?"

Gao Mo smiled in response.

He's still stuck at level 2 in medicine, but what he really lacks is practical skills. His eyesight and related knowledge are quite good, and level 2 is the level of most ordinary doctors.

Moreover, Professor Oyama, who is the source of knowledge, specializes in surgery.

The bandage on this person's hand is definitely not from a doctor, and it's certainly not a sprain. It looks more like he's holding onto something and hiding it behind the bandage.

"Wow!"

As the young men turned away, Gao Mo's eyes emitted a white light, and he silently entered the Transparent World.

Sure enough, his right hand remained in a gun-holding position.

The corresponding muscle tissue also shows that he is not an ordinary person, but a well-trained gunman.

I thought it was just a simple little commission, but there was this unexpected turn of events. No wonder it's Little Mustache's company—anything that can get Little Mustache and his family involved can't be ordinary.

Gao Mo casually looked around the room.

Animal elements are everywhere in the house, not just at the entrance. The furniture and tableware are decorated with various animals, and the walls are covered with various animal clocks.

"How can it be so long?" the man with the mustache asked in surprise. "Is this the special house the letter mentioned?"

"More or less," the fat man chuckled. "Because my grandfather was a famous watchmaker, quite renowned in the watch industry. I don't know if you've heard of him, but his name was Izubuchi Tokiro..."

"Are these digital clocks also the work of that uncle?" Conan asked curiously, picking up a rabbit clock.

“No, Grandfather’s works are all wind-up... he must have collected them purely out of interest.” “But it’s so strange, there are engravings on the digital clock screens, and not just one, but all of them.”

Conan has keen eyesight.

"What's going on? They're all in roughly the same spot, and some of the clocks don't have any animals on them... There are traces of something being stuck to them."

"Well," the fat man wiped his sweat, looking confused. "I don't know either. After all, my grandfather has always lived alone, and none of us have ever been here before."

"Don't touch anything!"

The man with the mustache, annoyed, walked up behind Conan, who was groping around, and swung his fist, as big as a sandbag, down hard.

"I only moved here after everyone else told me, so I don't know anything about the house!"

"it hurts!"

Conan, clutching a large bump on his head, was pulled away by Ran, who felt sorry for him.

Eri Kisaki frowned slightly.

She often felt strange that her husband, who was clearly a half-baked detective, had suddenly become a master detective. She even paid special attention to Kindaichi because of this, suspecting that Kindaichi was helping her in secret.

This collaboration with Kido Detective Agency wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; I just didn't expect that I wouldn't even be able to meet Kindaichi.

My husband, on the other hand, is as unreliable as ever.

“Mom,” Xiaolan explained softly, “Dad hasn’t even started yet. He only solves the problem at the very end, especially when he’s in a deep sleep…”

“That’s the strangest thing,” Eri Kisaki said, even more concerned. “Are you sure he’s solving cases while asleep?”

Conan, sweating profusely behind him, quickly tried to distract himself with a laugh: "Ran-neechan, I can't hold it in any longer!"

"Excuse me," Xiaolan quickly turned to the chubby brothers, "where's the restroom?"

"Turn right at the stairs," the fat man winked at the young man with the middle parting, "I'll take you there."

They hadn't expected so many people to come, so they had to split up to keep watch.

I'd heard that Kogoro Mouri always liked to bring his family to work, but I never imagined it would be this outrageous.

Are they here to work or to travel?
"What's the story behind this photo?" Gao Mo picked up the group photo frame from the cabinet.

“It’s a photo my grandfather took a long time ago,” the young man with the middle parting said, his expression changing slightly before he quickly replied, “The girl next to him is his friend’s granddaughter. It was taken at a golf course… I didn’t expect he still had this photo.”

Would a normal person display a photo of themselves with their friend's granddaughter in their living room?
Not to mention this one photo alone.

“Mr. Mori,” the young man with the middle parting said hastily, turning to the man with the mustache, “it’s about time we talked about that strange thing. Let’s go to the study first. It’s actually related to the clock.”

Gao Mo put down the photo frame, glanced at the kitchen, and as he followed the mustachioed man, he suddenly noticed Eri's gaze.

He has determined that the client is someone else.

From the details, it can be seen that the client should be the girl in the photo, and the replacement was not for long.

He needs to first determine the client's condition and whether there is still a need to save them.

Secondly, there's the secret hidden in this house.

With his talent for magic and mechanical contraptions, coupled with his status as a level 4 magician, he saw through the hidden mechanisms of the mansion almost instantly…

If he were one of those two people, he wouldn't have killed the heir to the house after completely solving the mystery.

The fact that they were willing to let a detective in to investigate shows that they were desperate and desperate to know the secrets of the house.

So……

Gao Mo glanced at the stairs near the toilet out of the corner of his eye.

Upstairs?
From a criminal psychology perspective, there is a high probability that the client is being held upstairs.

The problem is that we don't know if there is a third perpetrator.

Gao Mo quickly constructed a mental framework, calculating his chances of defeating the criminals.

His Assassin Rank 4 allows him to easily handle two thugs, but he's not an assassin and needs to think more carefully.

Besides the possible hostages upstairs, there's also the Mori family nearby...

its not right.

With both bodyguards, number 1 and number 2, present, it seems he doesn't need to worry?
Then we only need to keep an eye on the young man with the gun, and also determine if there is a third person.

(End of this chapter)