Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

Not long after the video was sent, Mao Li's phone rang.

"Uncle Maori, where is Edogawa now?" Xiao Ai on the other end of the phone seemed extremely nervous, her tone full of urgency and worry, "I have to go there immediately to collect samples!"

Mao Li leaned against the wall and replied calmly: "We are far away from the laboratory now. It may be too late for you to rush over. I feel that this change should be short-term and will not last long."

Xiao Ai on the other end of the phone bit her lip, obviously thinking, but her anxiety prevented her from calming down: "No matter what, I will come! And, a blood sample must be collected! This is extremely important experimental data!"

Mao Li smiled and said reassuringly: "Don't worry, I will keep the sample for you and wait for you to come over."

……

Kudo Shinichi woke up from his trance, sat up suddenly, and felt that he had returned to his original state.

He looked down at his palm, touched his cheek, and his face was full of ecstasy.

I'm finally back!

Kudo Shinichi was extremely excited, as if the long-lost freedom had finally come again.

However, as his consciousness gradually became clear, his ecstasy was replaced by the tension of reality.

He quickly looked around, praying silently that his change would not be noticed by others.

The room was silent, with only Maori sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette and browsing his phone. He was obviously not surprised by all this.

Kudo Shinichi breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes fell on the bedside table, where a familiar blue suit was neatly placed. It was his favorite style.

Mao Li glanced at him and said calmly: "Awake?"

He blew a puff of smoke from his mouth, "Put on your clothes."

Kudo Shin nodded, full of gratitude.

He quickly stood up, put on the suit that Maori had prepared for him, straightened his collar, and regained his appearance as the spirited detective.

Kudo Shinichi straightened his back and said to Maori with a confident smile: "Next, leave the case to me."

Maori glanced at him with a calm expression, not moved by his confidence.

He just picked up a small blood collection device from the side and said to Shinichi: "Don't worry, I need to draw some blood. This is the material prepared for Ai. You are now 'Guinea Pig No. 1'."

Kudo Shinichi's confidence was hit by this sentence, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "It's just a guinea pig. Anyway, someone has to do it."

He cooperated by stretching out his hand and letting Maori collect his blood, but he still couldn't hide his confidence in his heart.

Although Kudo Shinichi felt a little weak, recovering to his adult appearance already filled him with hope.

The shadow of the Black Organization emerged in his mind. He clenched his fists and swore in his heart: "Just wait, Black Organization! This time I will make you pay the price!"

However, just when Kudo Shinichi was full of fighting spirit, Maori said slowly: "Don't be too proud. I can feel that your body is wailing. I'm afraid it won't be long before you turn back into a child again."

"what?"

Kudo Shinichi suddenly came to his senses and his heart sank.

Although he didn't want to believe it, Maori's words made him feel a little uneasy.

"No way……"

Kudo Shinichi held onto a lucky mentality and forced a smile, "I shouldn't be able to change back, right?"

Mao Li looked at him, slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes: "Don't be too optimistic, the medicine is not stable. I guess you don't have much time left."

Kudo Shinichi's mood fell from the peak to the bottom, and his physical weakness seemed to become more obvious.

He scratched his head helplessly. Although he felt somewhat unwilling, he also knew that Maori would not do something without a purpose.

Kudo Shinichi sighed softly and said helplessly: "It seems that we have to hurry up."

……

Hattori Heiji stood in the middle of the room, holding two fishing lines in his hands, and said with full momentum: "The murderer only needs to pull these two fishing lines out of the door, and then put the key into the keyhole inside the door. So, this is the method of the closed room murder case!"

As he demonstrated, he used fishing line to simulate the process he had deduced and unraveled this complex mechanism.

When Inspector Megure saw the method used to reproduce the crime, he was slightly amazed: "This method is indeed ingenious... But who is the criminal?"

But his brows soon frowned and his expression became strange.

The criminal that Maori just revealed to him...there is absolutely no way he could have pulled off this trick.

Hearing this, Hattori Heiji showed a confident smile on his face. He announced directly to Inspector Megure and everyone present: "So the real murderer is - Mr. Tsujimura Toshimitsu!"

After saying this, his eyes were firmly fixed on Toshimitsu Tsujimura, an old man over 78 years old, who was standing beside him.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Tsujimura Toshimitsu, and the scene was silent.

The old man took a deep breath, his face showing a complicated expression.

He raised his eyelids and said heavily, "Yes, that's right, it was me...I killed my own son."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

Chapter 276 Kudo Shinichi Reappears

Just when Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his reasoning had been verified, a crisp voice suddenly came from outside the door: "No! The murderer is not him, the real murderer is someone else."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xiaolan standing at the door.

Inspector Megure's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he shouted happily: "Ran? Did Brother Mori ask you to come?"

He had a vague idea of ​​something in his mind, and his mood couldn't help but lighten up.

Xiaolan nodded, bowed to Inspector Megure, and then said calmly: "Yes, my father asked me to tell everyone that there is something wrong with Hattori's reasoning."

"what?!"

Hattori Heiji widened his eyes, obviously dissatisfied with the result, especially since the old man had already admitted his crime. He found it difficult to accept this change. "But this old man has already admitted his guilt! My reasoning method is not wrong!"

Xiaolan shook her head, looked at Tsujimura Toshimitsu with a soft and sympathetic gaze, and slowly said: "This is just an old man pleading guilty to protect his family. He knows that the crime was committed by his family, but he feels that he is old and has only a few years left to live. In order to protect his relatives, he doesn't care even if his old bones go to jail."

Upon hearing this, Tsujimura Toshimitsu lowered his head and remained silent.

The confidence on Hattori Heiji's face gradually disappeared.

Xiaolan stepped forward and continued, "Dad said that the truth of this case is far more complicated than we thought, and the old man was just using his life to protect the real murderer."

Hattori Heiji looked unconvinced and frowned as he asked, "Who is the real criminal?"

There was a hint of reluctance and doubt in his eyes, and he seemed unwilling to give up his own reasoning easily.

Xiaolan was a little hesitant. She was called by Mori just to stop Hattori's misjudgment, and she didn't know who the real murderer of the case was.

Looking at Hattori Heiji's expectant eyes, she felt a little anxious and suddenly remembered what her father had said to her before.

Xiaolan raised her head slightly, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was reminding Hattori: "I'm not good at reasoning, but my father told me before, don't be deceived by what is in front of you... Maybe this will help you?"

Hattori Heiji was slightly startled, and repeated in a low voice: "Don't be deceived by what you see in front of you..."

He muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his thoughts racing.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly realized the key: "I understand! It's actually like this!"

His expression changed from confusion to excitement, and his whole body seemed to have rekindled his fighting spirit.

Just as he was about to rush out of the room to verify his reasoning, a hurried voice suddenly came from the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Kudo Shinichi strode into the room and spoke breathlessly.

His index finger was pointed at the fifty-year-old woman, Tsujimura Kimie, who was standing nearby with a nervous expression. "The real murderer is you, Ms. Tsujimura Kimie."

Inspector Megure was slightly startled, then his eyes widened and he recognized the boy in front of him: "You are... Kudo Shinichi!"

"Are you Kudo Shinichi?"

Hattori Heiji looked at Shinichi in shock. Although this person appeared in front of him, he always felt extremely familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

At the same time, Xiaolan was also stunned.

She stared at Shinichi intently, and suddenly a complex emotion arose in her heart.

Xiaolan frowned and subconsciously stepped aside, feeling an inexplicable sense of resistance in her heart.

Although the person in front of her was her childhood sweetheart, for some reason, she didn't want to get close to him at all at this moment, and even felt a little repulsed.

"How is that possible? This lady left at one o'clock in the afternoon and waited for us downstairs of the detective agency. She later came back with us. The victim died between 2:30 and 3:30 in the afternoon. She had no time to commit the crime."

Hattori Heiji retorted subconsciously, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment in his voice.

Kudo Shinichi smiled slightly, looking confident, and asked: "Oh, really? Do you think she really didn't have time to commit the crime?"

At Shinichi's reminder, Hattori Heiji frowned, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but then he reacted quickly, his pupils shrank slightly: "You mean..."

"That's right,"

Kudo Shinyi nodded and continued, "In full view of everyone, she used clever means to complete the murder. She took out the key and the poison needle, walked into the study openly, pretending to wake up her husband, but in fact, under the cover of the stacked books, she quietly stabbed the poison needle into her husband's neck."

"This action was completed in a very short time, and the time of the crime was exactly between 2:30 and 3:30."

Shinichi's analysis made the room silent in an instant. Everyone was attracted by his precise reasoning, and their eyes were focused between Shinichi and Tsujimura Kimie.

At this moment, Tsujimura Kimie's face turned pale and there was obvious panic in his eyes.

"You...what nonsense are you talking about..."

She trembled subconsciously, her lips tightly pursed, but she couldn't hide her inner panic.

"Am I right, Ms. Tsujimura?"

Kudo Shinichi did not give her any chance to defend herself, and continued in a firm tone, "You killed your husband, and then used fishing line to forge a secret room, trying to pin the crime on the deceased's father."

"You planned all this carefully, even making people think that you were not present during the entire crime. But in fact, you took advantage of the small details that everyone ignored and completed this perfect murder under their noses."

After a moment of silence, Hattori Heiji finally realized the key detail he had overlooked. He muttered in a low voice: "So that's how it is... I didn't expect that."

Tsujimura Kimie lowered his head weakly, as if all his strength had been drained away at that moment.

She knew that all her disguises had been torn apart and there was no room for rebuttal.

At this time, Kogoro Mouri slowly walked into the room.

"Behind this case, there is actually a long-forgotten past."

Mao Li's eyes fell on Tsujimura Kimie.

"Twenty years ago, Kimie Tsujimura and then-diplomat Kenji Yamashiro were a happy couple. Their life was peaceful and beautiful until one day, Tsujimura Isao, then a young and promising diplomat, fabricated a crime and framed Kenji Yamashiro with the help of his father Toshimitsu Tsujimura."

"Kenji Yamashiro was disgraced and lost his career. He was also thrown into prison. In the end, he ended his life in disgrace in prison."

Everyone showed a look of shock, and Tsujimura Kimie's face gradually turned pale.

Chapter 277: Upgrade of Side Missions

"And Tsujimura Isao took this opportunity to successfully climb up to become a new diplomat, and took possession of Yamashiro Kenji's wife - that is, you, Tsujimura Kimie."

As soon as Maori finished speaking, everyone in the room focused their attention on the woman whose expression was beginning to break down.

"Tsujimura Kimie married Tsujimura Isao, but she still harbored resentment about what happened. The child she had with Yamashiro Kenji was given to relatives to raise, and they lost contact since then."

Mao Li continued, "And the trick of fate made all this intertwine again many years ago. When Tsujimura Isao found out that his son had secretly married a woman, he discovered that the daughter-in-law was none other than Yamashiro Kenji's daughter. He was furious, and when he was drunk, he accidentally blurted out the truth about how he had framed Yamashiro Kenji."

Tsujimura Kimie's eyes were dull, as if all his strength had been taken away.

She already knew that all her secrets had been revealed by Maori one by one.

Mr. Maori is like a living god or devil, and he sees through everything about me.

Kimie Tsujimura didn't even understand where Mr. Mori got the information from.

"It was at that moment, Tsujimura Kimie, that you finally understood the truth. In order to get revenge, you planned a perfect murder. You killed Tsujimura Isao and tried to frame the crime on Tsujimura Toshimitsu, the person who helped your husband frame Yamashiro Kenji."

Maori's tone was calm, but every word was like a knife, piercing Tsujimura Kimie's heart.

Inspector Megure suddenly realized and asked slowly, "Brother Maori, did you find out who the murderer was because you knew about this?"

Mao Li shook his head slightly and responded calmly: "No. I found some abnormalities when I was examining the body. It's brave enough to kill someone in front of the detective. But your trick can only deceive those two high school detectives. It's meaningless against me."

Inspector Megure smiled and agreed, "That's true. When Hattori was looking for clues everywhere, you had already told me who the murderer was."