Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

The skin color is the same. Hu Tao and the boy met at the beach.

Before this, he must have often played at the beach, so it was normal for his skin to be a little darker after being exposed to the sun.

But it was dark then, but it didn’t say that it couldn’t come back white later.

The best example is actually military training.

After practicing for ten days and a half, when I finally took photos, each one looked similar to a black briquette.

But after a while, he basically recovered.

So there is still one clue at present, which is the scar on the body.

Mauli also realized this and started asking about the length and location of the scar.

"It was a huge wound extending from one armpit to the other. I can't remember whether it was on the back or the front."

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Hoya, the butler, took out two photos from his arms and placed them on the coffee table in front of Mao Li.

"There are two of them. One has a wound on his back and the other has a wound on his chest."

Lu Ren leaned towards Mao Li and studied the photos together.

The man with the scar on his back has brown hair and a relatively strong build.

The other had dreadlocks and dark skin, with a scar on his chest.

Lu Ren thought for a while, "Ms. Hutao, did you go to Izu to inquire about information later?"

Hutao: "I tried it, but I didn't get any useful information."

Mao Lilan: "Brother Ren, Ms. Walnut went there for vacation, maybe that Gari-kun is too. He may not be from Izu at all."

"It doesn't really matter whether he is from Izu or not. What matters is this scar."

Lu Ren clicked on the photo on the table, "Such a serious injury, I don't think a child of about ten years old can handle it on his own. Don't use Conan as an example, he is an exception."

Mao Lilan, "Oh..."

"But he did not receive treatment at the hospital where Ms. Walnut was hospitalized. Considering the ten-year-old child's foot and injuries, I think he should have received treatment at a clinic or other hospital near that hospital."

"If this is the case, then the hospital or clinic should have corresponding records. Ms. Hutao, have you checked this record? Or have you asked the doctor at the clinic?"

"I didn't think of this." Hu Tao looked a little regretful, "It would have been nice if I could have thought of what you said earlier. But now it's really too late."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

Yes, thirty years have passed.

For thirty years, there was no word on whether that hospital was still there, let alone records.

"Then have you secretly investigated the two people who came to your door?" Lu Ren pointed to the photo in his hand, "Since you already know their basic information, I think it shouldn't be a big deal for you to check their past. Difficult matter."

"For example, when did the scars on their bodies occur? Such large scars must have been caused by a relatively large accident."

"Start with the interpersonal relationships around them, such as relatives and friends. I think you can always know how the scars on their bodies came about, right?"

Butler Baogu replied: "You are right. There are actually more than a dozen people with similar injuries. We have basically found out how their injuries occurred."

Lu Ren: "These two are the only exceptions, right?"

"Yes." The housekeeper pointed to the man with dreadlocks in the photo, "This man is an orphan and has basically no interpersonal relationships."

Then he pointed at the man with brown hair, "As for this one, no one knows where he got this scar. According to his friends, they have also asked about this, but the latter has always remained silent. .”

"Silent?" Lu Renqi asked.

"Is there anything wrong here?"

Hu Tao asked quickly.

Compared to the famous detective Mouri Kogoro, Walnut found that this assistant seemed to have more ideas.

Of course, it's also possible that the detective doesn't bother asking such trivial questions.

"Because this reaction is indeed a bit strange. I remember Ms. Walnut, you just said that after the out-of-control car crashed into you, it was the boy who desperately took you away from the place."

"Yes, he saved my life."

"Why should you remain silent for such a good thing as saving people?" Mao Lilan suddenly reacted, "Maybe he did something wrong, so he chose to remain silent! Then he is not the Gari-kun!"

Lu Ren: "No, not necessarily."

"Huh?" Mao Lilan was very puzzled by this.

"Regarding the accident that happened that year, do your parents feel more grateful towards Mr. Gari or do they hate him more?"

Ms. Hu Tao was silent, but Lu Ren already knew the answer from her expression.

"I think it's the latter. After all, you were supposed to leave Izu yesterday, so this accident could have been avoided. What if the boy had the same idea?"

"He will feel that this accident is all his fault! He made Ms. Walnut blind!"

Mao Lilan quickly followed Lu Ren's train of thought and came to this conclusion, "So he probably felt guilty and kept silent. If that's the case, the man with brown hair is probably Mr. Gari..."

"But that's the problem. Since he has been feeling guilty and shouldn't have avoided Ms. Walnut, why would he take the initiative to appear in front of her?"

"That's nothing." Maoli didn't care about this, "That's 100 million."

"It seems so."

"No, it won't happen. Gari-kun is a very upright person!" Hutao was a little excited at this time, and seemed unable to accept Maori's 'slander' on his personality.

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, and then quickly put on a smile, even though he knew that he couldn't see the other side, "But Ms. Walnut, after all, it is 100 million, and it has been thirty years..."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was too emotional."

"Then let's continue." Seeing that Hu Tao's mood had stabilized, Lu Ren continued, "At present, it is more likely that the boy with brown hair is, well, the boy with brown hair. Of course, considering what Ms. Hu Tao said, Speaking of personal character, it’s possible that both of them are fakes.”

Mao Li also agreed with Lu Ren.

It's just...if these two people are really fake.

The real murderer, bah, where is the real Gari?

Choosing one of the two is not bad, but if the scope is extended to the entire Japan, it is not a problem that he can solve at all.

Fortunately, the housekeeper Hogu seems to have noticed Maori's concerns and made corresponding promises.

Choose one of the two and find the real Gari. The commission fee is handed over with both hands.

Excluding both, the commission fee is about the same, or even more.

Of course, the premise of both is that Maori must have sufficient evidence to prove his point of view.

No matter what you do, you can make money. Mao Li naturally agreed happily. He couldn't wait to do it: "The information that the photo can give is still too little. We still have to see the person before talking. Where are the two of them now? where?"

Hutao: "They are all temporarily living in my house now."

"Okay, then without further ado, let's set off now!"

ps: The boy’s correct nickname is GARI, and the anime directly translated it into GALI. If you pronounce it in pinyin, it means curry, so go directly to Ah San's side. Shake his head.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 510 Someone else

Ms. Walnut's home is not far from the Maori Office, only a twenty-minute drive.

It was already evening. After arriving home, Hutao asked the housekeeper to prepare food and accommodation for Maori and his party.

It's true that Mori is a detective, but even so, it's a bit difficult to tell who the real Gari is in just one night.

If it was really that easy to tell, they wouldn't have spent so many days and ended up running to the detective for help.

Hu Tao was not worried about this, anyway, the two real and fake Gari-kuns had been staying at her house for several days.

She had been waiting for this for thirty years, and in this long time span, a few days was simply insignificant.

Maori is quite anxious about this. The sooner this commission is completed, the sooner he can get the money.

The job of a detective is not based on working hours.

It doesn’t mean that the longer you work, the more you earn.

Detectives earn commission fees, but clients value results.

The longer this one-shot deal takes, the greater the loss in gross profit.

So after arriving at Ms. Walnut's house, before dinner was ready, Maori asked a bunch of questions he had just prepared.

For example... the car accident thirty years ago, the style and color of the vehicle involved; the specific time of the accident; the name of the hospital where she was staying at the time; the color of Ms. Walnut's clothes that day; the color of Mr. Gari's clothes that day, etc...

Ms. Walnut answered each question one by one.

After getting the exact information, Maori's confidence increased greatly. At this time, the housekeeper came to say that dinner was ready.

Mao Li immediately patted his chest and promised that after dinner, he would start the investigation and give Ms. Walnut a definite result tonight.

Then something unexpected happened.

"These two people are saying almost exactly the same thing. Damn it."

The brown-haired man with the wound on his back is named Kusumoto Ryuhei, and he is 42 years old this year.

The scarred man with dreadlocks on his chest is named Banba Sogo, and he is 41 years old.

Apart from this basic information, the other information they provided was basically the same. Even the length of the wound was the same thirty centimeters.

Mauli scratched his scalp, puzzled by this. It was even suspected that there were actually two Gari's back then.

Mao Lilan, who learned about this situation, quickly explained it.

"Dad, the TV host also asked the questions you asked, and Ms. Hutao answered them one by one..."

"This is not going to cause trouble...Why are you saying everything to others?"

When it comes to his employer, Mao Li doesn't have much to blame. He looked at Lu Ren beside him and asked out of habit: "What do you think?"

"Me? I have to go out and take a look."

"Outside?" Looking at the darkened room outside, Mao Li was a little puzzled, "Will going outside be helpful in finding Gari-kun?"

"That's not true. But there are people outside keeping an eye on this house. I'll go out and take a look."

While eating, Lu Ren noticed someone outside looking at the room. He didn't take it seriously at first.

After all, Hu Tao lives in a mansion, so it's not unusual for someone to look outside. But now it's completely dark, and there are still people watching outside.

Something is definitely wrong.

"Ah?! Then I'll go with you!" When encountering this kind of thing, Maori subconsciously showed his responsibility as a former criminal police officer.

Although he has been out of office for many years, he still puts the safety of the people's lives first and immediately wanted to investigate the matter.

I didn't think about my own safety at all.

"Okay. Then let's move faster."

Lu Ren agreed to Mao Li's proposal, not because he believed in Mao Li, but because he had confidence in himself.

Lu Ren still doesn't know the identities of the people watching outside, but it's not very likely that they have guns.

As long as you don't have a gun, you can get food wherever you come.

Even if he brings a profit, he still has no pressure.

The two immediately walked towards the door, and Conan followed naturally, and then was picked up by Mao Lilan.

"You are not allowed to go."

"Sister Xiaolan, I... okay."

After leaving the room, Lu Ren burst into flames instantly, so fast that even Maori, a judo master, couldn't react in time.

By the time he truly realized what had happened, the former had disappeared without a trace.

Lu Ren, who had taken three bottles of physique-enhancing potions, although he did not master professional running skills, could still run faster than the Olympic champion just by relying on his body.

Not to mention Maori couldn't react, the people monitoring the house also didn't react.

According to the normal process and progress, the matter is over at this point.

The next step is to call the police, take these malicious stalkers to the police station, and maybe call an ambulance.