Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 63: The Death God Who Infiltrated the Detective Circle [Please Read]

into the night.

Teitan Hotel.

A stream of luxury cars drove in and celebrities gathered. Before even entering the hotel, there were acquaintances walking together in groups of three or four, chatting and laughing.

Gao Mo and Maori Kogoro, who arrived last by taxi, stood out among them, especially Gao Mo who was wearing a cheap suit.

When entering the revolving door, I could clearly feel the scrutiny and rapid shifting of gazes from those around me.

Reverse focus...

But the guy with a mustache next to him was still feeling good about himself, thinking that it was his own halo of fame that was working.

Gao Mo lagged behind by half a step.

Good guy.

I didn't tell him it was such a formal occasion, and I thought it was an industry report meeting or something like that.

Fortunately, he did not use the pseudonym Kindaichi, but came here as a rookie detective who had just entered the industry, and the one in front of him was the famous detective with a mustache.

"Hey, kid Kido," the man with the mustache said without a scare. He immediately started staring at all the girls as soon as he entered the restaurant. "Why are you so scared? Just come here to broaden your horizons. I'll take care of everything."

I'm not afraid, I just feel ashamed.

Gao Mo glanced at the mustache man who was about to drool.

It seems even more embarrassing to be around this guy...

"In the detective business, you have to be thick-skinned and be able to handle any situation," the man with the mustache boasted about his past like a veteran. "When I first switched careers to detective, I saw all kinds of faces. Hey, didn't I gradually get through it? I can get to where I am today thanks to those difficult times..."

Gao Mo didn't want to pay attention to this boastful and lecherous uncle.

It's true that he is shameless.

Before Kudo Shinichi became a small company, the Mori Detective Agency was on the verge of closing down at any time.

The ability to take off was almost entirely due to the help of the son-in-law.

……

The banquet hall of Teitan Hotel.

A rich buffet was prepared on the long table early.

The man with a mustache, who was just boasting about his glorious history, now had shining eyes and didn't even bother to look at the beauty. He just went over to eat and drink.

"There's so much delicious food and premium wine...it's a steal!"

The man with the mustache was completely immersed in the glory of the delicious food amid the laughing eyes of the guests around him.

"What are you standing there for, Kido? These would cost a fortune to eat normally..."

"Pfft!"

Finally, someone couldn't help laughing out loud, and even the cheeky little mustache couldn't help blushing.

I don’t know if the organizers were deliberately doing something bad, focusing the lights on the food, and the mustache became as eye-catching as a light bulb in the dark.

"Isn't this the famous detective Maori Kogoro who has become famous recently?"

"It seems Mr. Maori can't wait any longer."

"Hahahaha!"

On the other side, Megure, who was also present, couldn't bear to watch and kept holding his forehead in shame.

"Maori, this guy is really something. He still doesn't know the situation."

Compared with the little mustache, Gao Mo was so low-key that he almost became a transparent person, and few people present paid attention to him.

Only a few female guests occasionally looked over, as if wondering why the out-of-date idol was there.

"Brother Kido," Megure squeezed through the crowd and came to Gao Mo, "I heard that you are going to open a detective agency. Is that true? I thought you were going to be Mori's assistant."

“I don’t like going to work.”

Gao Mo poured a glass of juice in the corner.

"It's better to maintain a cooperative relationship with the uncle."

"Your choice is correct," Megure agreed. "Becoming an assistant might be a nightmare for you."

"You're saying bad things about me again," the man with the mustache snorted, avoiding the light, looking dusty and dusty. "Officer, why are you here too? Aren't you busy?"

"I came here because I'm busy," Megure complained unhappily, "How can I dare go anywhere else when you plague gods are here?"

"What's a Plague God?" "You're the weirdest one. I feel like I run into you every time... Actually, since you became famous, the number of cases has increased."

Megure also took a glass of wine and seemed to be reminiscing about the past, but his eyes kept scanning the banquet scene.

"That looks like Officer Matsumoto, right?" The man with a mustache noticed the tall, strong man in a suit walking in from the door of the banquet hall.

He had a fierce horse face, a flat head, and a long knife scar on his left eye.

"Yes, he is now the management officer of our Investigation Division 1."

Megure then looked at his boss.

"By the way, I heard his daughter is getting married next month...I think she's Ran and the others' teacher, right? And her husband is the heir to the Takasugi Group."

"Being a young master from a wealthy family isn't necessarily a good choice."

The man with a mustache muttered something and was about to continue drinking the high-end red wine when suddenly a big hand pulled him away.

The man who came was a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair, a broad build, and a carefully groomed mustache. He was also dressed very elegantly, in a white suit with a green bow tie, looking very stylish.

"Make way," the middle-aged man said with a stern face as he passed by. "Delicious food is simply a waste of food in the mouth of a guy like you. A wild boar can't eat fine bran, humph!"

"Who is this guy?" The man with the mustache was stunned. "Who is he? What does my eating have to do with him?"

"He's also a famous detective," Megure recognized the middle-aged man who walked away cursing, "a gourmet detective who claims that only food and murder can stimulate brain cells, Okami Zhushan, a disgusting guy."

"Gourmet Detective?"

"Yes, he's a gourmet by profession and quite famous abroad. He seems to have been in debt lately, and he's probably in a bad mood because he can't borrow money."

May the Lord bless you with good fortune?

Gao Mo looked across the crowd at the middle-aged man who was enjoying the food.

If he remembered correctly, the Twilight Villa of the Karasuma family seemed to be in the hands of this gourmet detective.

Later, because he could not afford the debt and was in a difficult situation, he organized a group of famous detectives to investigate the Twilight Villa.

"Mr. Okami..."

Gao Mo wanted to get to know him first, so he took out his business card and went over to greet him. However, Dashang Zhushan took the red wine and walked away in a huff: "There really are all kinds of people here. Why is a washed-up idol trying to join in the fun?"

"Don't worry about him, Kido," the mustache-faced man said, his impression of Okami even worsened. "What kind of gourmet detective is that? He's just a guy with a good appearance and a lot of debts. He's definitely not a good person."

He hurriedly pulled Gao Mo over and started looking for his own network of contacts: "Come on, I'll introduce you to some people. If you want to work in the detective industry for a long time, connections are indispensable, especially when you're just starting out... Speaking of which, are you sure you don't want to take the affair investigation?"

"It's all yours."

Gao Mo had no choice but to put aside other thoughts for the time being.

He doesn't have the ability to think about the Dusk Villa now. He can make a well-known gourmet detective spend all his savings and owe countless debts... He doesn't even have the qualifications to compete with him.

"Then how do you plan to make money?" the man with the mustache asked in confusion. "We're only just starting out, and you're already complaining about this and that? What's wrong with investigating an affair? We all make a living based on our own abilities. I won't blame you for stealing my business. Hehe, you may not be able to steal my business."

"Don't worry, I won't starve to death."

Gao Mo responded casually.

Infidelity investigations were the main source of commissions for the small detective agency, so how could he dislike it?

There's no need to be stingy with money.

Even if you don't do it yourself, you can hire someone to do it.

However, after reading Little Mustache's "Detective Notes", he decided to stay away from such commissions that could easily lead to malicious intent.

At most, the guy with the mustache would get beaten up.

If we leave him here, the detective agency might be burned down.

Well, he remembered the supermarket that exploded inexplicably.

"Wait a minute, Kido-kun!" Megure suddenly followed him, "I almost forgot, the Maru case is over, Suwa Yuji insisted on handing Kikuchiyo over to you... What do you think we should do?"

Gao Mo frowned.

It is not easy to get a knife license, and the person who gave the knife to Suwa Yuji was actually "Kindaichi", so what would happen if he took it?

It's not easy to sell, and he doesn't have the hobby of collecting antique samurai swords. Can he use it to kill people?

I don’t know what Suwa Yuji is thinking, but the statement that “I don’t want Kikuchiyo to fall into the hands of stupid people again” is really unreliable.

"Don't worry about him," Gao Mo thought, "If it doesn't work, please help me send the knife to the Rice Flower Art Museum. It's also a good destination."

(End of this chapter)