Science: The Little Shota of the Maori Family

This is a hospital, and they have no reason to stay here any longer.

Seeing them leaving, Kashiwagi expressed his gratitude again: "Thank you for helping me so much."

418: A Woman Who Tells Lies

Maori Kogoro smiled generously: "Madam, you're welcome. Anyone would help...Huh?"

Maori Kogoro seemed to have noticed something, and he approached Kashiwagi and pointed at her back, reminding her: "Madam, there are still laundry tags on your clothes that haven't been taken off."

Kashiwagi's expression changed slightly. He quickly took off his clothes and removed the label on his collar. He explained, "I was in such a hurry that I didn't even notice it."

"That's right."

Maori Kogoro didn't care. When he was about to ask Watanabe Toru and Xiaolan to leave, Xiaolan suddenly exclaimed, bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground, and said, "Why is there a wallet here?"

She casually opened it and looked at the contents. "These are coupons for outpatient treatment at the orthopedic hospital and acupuncture treatment, as well as coupons for massage. And, this is... a membership card for chiropractic therapy."

"I should be your husband's wallet, madam." Maori Kogoro looked at Kashiwagi: "Is your husband's waist not in good condition?"

"Yes... yes." Kashiwagi quickly snatched the wallet from Xiaolan's hand: "This is my husband's legacy, please give it back to me."

"Legacy?" Xiaolan was stunned. "But didn't your husband pass away before 630?"

Bai Mu paused for a long time before frantically explaining, "This...this..."

Before she could finish her words, the nurse hurried in from outside and said to Kashiwagi, "Madam, your husband has passed away."

After a brief silence, Kashiwamu covered her face in pain: "Husband... the bad premonition I just had has really come true. Um, I have to call my husband's family right away. No... sorry."

Having said that, he hurriedly left the observation room.

"That couple, don't they have a good relationship?" Xiaolan was a little puzzled as she watched Kashiwagi leave. "Her husband has passed away, and she didn't even go to see him first, but instead rushed to call her family."

"Maybe it's not just a bad relationship." Even though Maori Kogoro was usually confused, he realized something when he saw all kinds of abnormal situations: "This lady seems to be hiding something. Her husband's death is also a bit strange."

"No way." Xiaolan still felt a little bit unbelievable: "Dad, are you overthinking it?"

"I think uncle is right." Watanabe Toru echoed Maori Kogoro: "That wife seemed to have known that her husband would die. It was as if she was controlling all this."

Maori Kogoro rubbed his chin: "If that's the case, then this is a murder case."

"But, Dad, you don't have any evidence," Xiaolan reminded.

"Then let's follow her and see if that lady is really on the phone." Watanabe Toru suggested.

Mouri Kogoro nodded.

The three left the observation room and heard the conversation between Kashiwagi and the male doctor in the doctor's duty room.

The male doctor said in a surprised tone: "Hey, you want to take the body back right away?"

"Yes." Then came Kashiwagi's sobbing voice: "She said that for religious reasons, she hopes to have a simple wedding before dawn."

"I see. I understand." The male doctor didn't ask any further questions. "In that case, I'll prepare the death certificate immediately."

"please."

It turned out to be the case.

After listening to the conversation clearly, Watanabe Toru showed an expression of "as expected". Now, everything made sense, and he just needed to lay out a small trap.

Immediately, Toru Watanabe controlled Kogoro Mori's mind.

In the ward, the male doctor handed the death certificate to Kashiwa Mu and said, "Please accept my condolences for this incident. Here, this is your husband's death certificate."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Kashiwagi took it with both hands, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

Just then, Watanabe Toru and two others walked in.

"Madam, it's time to stop this farce." Kogoro Mouri looked at Kashiwagi with a light tone.

Bai Mu didn't expect that his business would be interrupted by the people in front of him again. He frowned and said, "You, what are you talking about? It's really rude to say that."

"That's right." Even the male doctor said to Kashiwagi: "After all, Dr. Kashiwagi just lost her husband. It's really not nice of you to say that."

Maori Kogoro sneered and glanced at the man on the hospital bed: "You don't really think that this man is this lady's husband, do you?"

"You, what did you say?" Kogoro Mouri's words left the male doctor unable to react.

Maori Kogoro pointed at Kashiwagi and said, "The truth is that this doctor made a dying patient wear her husband's clothes and disguised her as her husband before sending her to this hospital."

"Bullshit."

Seeing that Maori Kogoro directly exposed the truth, a trace of panic flashed across Kashiwagi's face, and then he forced himself to keep a straight face and shouted: "What evidence do you have to speak so nonsense?"

Maori Kogoro asked slowly, "Madam, your husband is right-handed, right?"

Kashiwagi didn't expect Maori Kogoro to suddenly ask this question. After a brief hesitation, he nodded and said, "That's right."

"That's strange." Maori Kogoro pointed at the man's collar: "When we were helping your husband take off his tie, we found that the knot was tied the wrong way. In that case, either he is left-handed, or someone else tied it for him."

"No, that's right." Seeing Maori Kogoro point out the problem, Kashiwagi said in a panic: "I wear my husband's tie, and it has always been like this."

"That's strange. Didn't you just say that you've been working away from home since yesterday? When you came back, you found your husband collapsed in the entrance."

"This...this..." Lies were exposed one after another, and Kashiwagi was even more panicked: "This is because I have always been the one who tied my husband's tie, so he didn't know how to tie it, so it happened to be tied like that."

Maori Kogoro nodded: "It's just like you said. What about the pants?"

"Pants?"

Maori Kogoro pointed at the man's trousers and said, "These trousers are too long. If you stand up, they will definitely drag on the ground."

Kashiwagi defended herself: "My husband just likes it this way. He thinks it looks more handsome when the trouser legs are longer."

"If they've been dragging it like this all the time, why aren't the trouser legs dirty at all?"

"That's because I took it to the laundry." Kashiwagi's tone became increasingly harsh.

419. The Detective's Intuition

Maori Kogoro remained calm and pointed at the man's belt. "So, what about this belt? The buckle is two holes away from the usual worn-out spot. Logically, this belt should be worn by someone with a heavier build, right?"

"This... this is because," Kashiwagi tried to explain, "maybe it's because my husband has been so busy with work lately that he hasn't even had time to sleep, so he's lost so much weight. Now that I think about it, this might be a sign of his death."

As he said this, he covered his face with his hands and cried sadly.

Maori Kogoro said calmly, "But, as a busy man like this, do you really have the time to get a massage regularly, or even get a discount coupon?"

Kashiwagi defended himself, "So all this is caused by work. My husband has had back pain for a long time. When it's severe, he can't even walk. Besides, if this person isn't my husband, why am I making such a fuss here? What good will I get from calling a stranger my husband?"

"As for the benefit, I guess it's this death certificate in your hand."

Kogoro Mori's words made Kashiwagi's face turn pale.

Even the male doctor couldn't understand and asked, "But what does she want to do with this thing?"

Watanabe Toru said, "If my suspicions are correct, this woman must have impulsively killed her husband. To make it appear to be an accident, she first rushed to the hospital where she worked and secretly transferred the patient out. As a doctor, she naturally knew that the patient was near death. Then, she brought him to this hospital, pretending that he was her husband, and had him diagnosed as dead, hoping to obtain a death certificate for her husband."

"I see." Xiaolan finally understood the female doctor's purpose: "As long as we have the diagnosis, we can treat my husband's body as a natural death."

"That's right." Maori Kogoro nodded. "There won't be an autopsy by the police, let alone a forensic autopsy. And then, as long as the patient is sent back to her own hospital before morning, her husband's death won't attract anyone's attention."

The male doctor was a little bit unbelievable: "Dr. Kashiwagi, did you really give your husband to..."

Suddenly, Bai Mu fell on the man, crying bitterly, "Husband, these people actually said that you are an irrelevant outsider. It's really too much. Please, open your eyes and say that I am indeed your wife, wuwuwuwu..."

Just then, a cell phone rang, attracting everyone's attention.

Maori Kogoro pointed to the coat hanging up and said, "Madam, your husband's cell phone is ringing. Is it okay if you don't answer it?"

Bai Mu snorted coldly: "If you want to set me up, then I can only say that it's a pity. Do you think I don't know? That phone is yours, right? How could I fall for such a trick? My husband's phone doesn't have such a fashionable ringtone at all."

"That's not necessarily true." Maori Kogoro said slowly: "Maybe he has changed recently."

"Impossible. Besides, who would call at this late hour?"

"A lot, for example, we have an appointment to play golf together, and I come to remind you not to be late tomorrow."

Kashiwagi chuckled, "You mean golf? Why would someone with back pain and headaches play golf?"

Maori Kogoro smiled and said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Kashiwagi said confidently, "My husband can't even run, let alone play golf. He's a complete sports idiot..."

Having said that, Kashiwamu suddenly thought of something and his expression changed instantly.

"It seems you have already discovered it." said Kogoro Mouri.

"What, what happened?" Xiaolan asked the male doctor, who didn't know what had happened.

Maori Kogoro pointed at the man's hand. "Look, the back of his hand and his arm have different skin colors. This is because when playing golf, one hand wears a non-slip glove, which creates the distinctive golf tan. Madam, your husband does have back problems, but this patient is different. Anyone who can get these distinct golf tans will definitely not have back pain."

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Maori Kogoro's words silenced Kashiwagi. After a while, she gave a wry smile and said, "The phone was just a cover to trick me into saying what I just said."

"That's right." Maori Kogoro nodded in agreement. "Okay, now can you tell us where your husband is now?"

Bai Mu lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly. "I didn't intend to kill him. I came back from an all-night shift and found that he had brought another woman home. I was so angry that I reached for a kitchen knife, and we got into an argument, and then... don't you think it was excessive? When we got married, he sweet-talked me, saying that he wasn't worthy of me and that I was a flower of the upper class. But ten years later, he started spending his money on other young women..."

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Maori Kogoro was silent for a moment, then said, "This is not an excuse for you to kill someone."

Ten minutes later, the police who received the alarm call rushed to the hospital and took Kashiwagi away.

Looking at the back of the female doctor he once admired, the male doctor sighed softly, "A perfect match? When I was still an intern, she was a true perfect match. Is it true that after marrying such a beautiful woman, would someone still go out and have affairs with other women?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the deceased man on the hospital bed. "What do you think? As a man she temporarily considered her husband and had the honor of lending him a shoulder to cry on, what do you think, unknown fellow?"

After saying that, he covered his face with a white cloth, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly.

……

"I never thought I'd run into a murder case." On the way back, Xiaolan was still a little bit incredulous. She turned her head to look at the dazed Maori Kogoro and asked, "Dad, when did you realize there was something wrong with that female doctor?"

"This...that..." Maori Kogoro had no idea what had just happened. He only knew that when he regained consciousness, he had solved another murder case. Seeing his daughter asking about it, he could only scratch his head repeatedly, then laughed and said, "This is the intuition of a famous detective."

420, Gold Medal Athlete

A few days later.

The Maori Detective Agency welcomes a client.

"Eh? You said someone sent out a warning letter and is coming to steal the gold medal?"

Kogoro Mouri sat on the sofa, looking stunned. He had accepted various commissions, but this was the first time he had heard of someone stealing a gold medal.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Maori Kogoro took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Maori Kogoro: "This is what I received last afternoon."

Maori Kogoro opened the envelope, pulled out a piece of letter, and read: "I will take the gold medal from weightlifter Samejima Susumu before 6:00 PM tomorrow. Weird... Kaito Kidd?"

"Eh?"

Hearing this name, Toru Watanabe, who was sitting next to him reading a magazine, raised his head.

Maori Kogoro frowned and said, "Has Kaito Kid committed the "003" case again? What a hateful guy."

"Uncle Maori." Watanabe Toru suddenly interrupted: "Don't you find it strange?"

"Strange?" Kogoro Mouri was stunned.

"Hasn't Kaito Kidd always only stolen gems? Why would he be interested in gold medals?"

"This?" Maori Kogoro scratched his head. "This is indeed a bit strange. Could it be that Kaito Kid is short of money recently and has reached out to the gold medal?"

Watanabe Toru: “…”

Sighing helplessly, Watanabe Toru had to hint again: "Could it be that someone is impersonating Kaito Kid?"

"Impersonation?" After Watanabe Toru's hint, Maori Kogoro finally came to his senses and pinched his chin. "If that's the case, then the person who wrote this notice might also be someone you know, Mr. Samejima. Um... Mr. Samejima, has anyone had any thoughts about your gold medal recently?"

Samejima Jin thought about it and shook his head: "It seems not."

"Really? That's troublesome." Kogoro Mouri had a headache.

Xiaolan brought two cups of coffee over and placed them on the coffee table. She asked curiously, "But wouldn't it be better to call the police for this kind of thing? Why did Mr. Samejima come to ask Dad for help?"

Samejima Susumu explained, "If I call the police, this matter will definitely attract media attention, so I came to Mr. Maori for help. After all, Mr. Maori's reputation is no worse than that of the police."