Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

He casually picked up a glass of sake and continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

As time passed, the sunset slowly sank into the horizon.

The water of the Five-Colored Lake gradually turned into a deep red, like blood spreading on the shimmering surface of the lake.

When Sonoko saw this spectacular sight, she immediately cried out in surprise: "Uncle Maori, look! It's really turned red, like a whole lake of blood!"

As she spoke, she excitedly ran to the lake and bent over to admire the fantastic sight.

Maori followed with a smile, standing beside the garden, enjoying the strange beauty of the quiet.

Although Ryoichi, Eucalyptus, and Morioh looked bored, they were attracted by Sonoko's cheers and followed out reluctantly.

Several people stood by the lake, looking at the lake surface dyed red by the sunset.

However, at this moment, Yuanzi was suddenly stunned and his face turned pale.

She raised her hand and pointed to the teahouse in the center of the lake, her voice trembling: "Uncle Maori... look! That, that window... is open..."

Everyone looked in the direction Yuanzi pointed, and saw that the window of the teahouse in the center of the lake was half-closed, and a strange darkness leaked out from inside. As the waves rippled slightly, they could vaguely see——

In the tea room, the figure of Aonoki Ryozo was hanging on the roof beam!

There was a rope around his neck and his body swayed gently in the breeze, like a soulless puppet.

Sonoko covered her mouth and almost screamed in fear.

Mao Li's eyes narrowed and his face darkened quickly: "Not good!"

Yagura Morio was stunned for a moment, then he snorted and murmured, "How ironic, the old man actually ended it himself..."

Eucalyptus covered his mouth, and said with a hint of cold mockery: "It seems that the old man really sees through everything."

Aonoki Ryoichi's face instantly turned pale. He clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice, "Old thing..."

Mao Li ignored them and looked towards the tea room calmly: "Now is not the time to make sarcastic remarks, go and see what's going on."

After he said that, he started walking quickly towards the boat by the lake, ready to go over and find out what was going on.

Sonoko followed him, her heart beating fast, "Uncle Maori...what is going on?"

"What else could it be?" Mao Li said calmly, but there was a sharp light in his eyes. "Either he himself couldn't figure it out, or - someone else 'figured it out' for him."

The lake water was turning blood red before their eyes, and the hanging corpse in the teahouse was staring at everyone on the red lake like a demon.

Chapter 375 The answer has surfaced

Everyone rushed to the teahouse in the center of the lake, but when they arrived they found that the doors and windows of the teahouse were locked. The door locks were strong and tight and could not be pushed open at all.

Aonoki Ryoichi angrily pounded on the door: "Asshole! Who locked this place?"

Maori looked around and walked around the tea room, his brows furrowed, his eyes becoming increasingly deep, and finally stopped at the half-open window.

He looked up at the height of the window and the corners of his mouth sank slightly.

Hanasaki Yoshiko hurriedly said: "I'll go find the spare key now--"

"no need."

Maori waved his hands, his eyes determined. He took a few steps back, then suddenly exerted force with his legs, leaped up like a cheetah, and easily jumped onto the high windowsill.

Sancun Yukali's eyes widened: "Mr. Maori is so flexible!"

Maori stepped firmly on the window frame, made some adjustments, and then climbed into the tea room through the window.

He landed softly, walked calmly to the door lock, and opened the door in a few seconds.

"come in."

He stood by the door, his face expressionless and his voice low and calm.

Crowds of people filed in. As soon as they entered the tea room, the strong aroma of sandalwood mixed with a strange smell of blood hit their noses.

Maori had already put down Aonoki Ryozo's body, which was lying quietly on the tatami. The thick hemp rope was still wrapped around his neck, with deep marks and his face was blue and purple.

Mao Li knelt beside the body and carefully checked his pulse and pupils, but soon he sighed and shook his head: "He is dead, there is no hope."

Hanasaki Yoshiko covered her mouth and exclaimed: "How could it be... How could the old man commit suicide?"

Aonoki Ryoichi's face was as gloomy as iron, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound. "Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Yagura Morio stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, a hint of sneer on his face: "Could it be that the legend has really come true? The girl's vengeful spirit has finally arrived?"

Sancun Yukali snorted coldly: "Don't blame everything on legends, okay?"

Her eyes flickered, as if she was hiding something.

The lake water outside the window was rippling with blood-red ripples, as if silently witnessing the tragedy.

The atmosphere in the air was depressing and tense, and everyone looked unhappy.

Mao Li stood up and looked around with a frown: "No matter if it's a legend or not, this is a matter of life and death. Yuanzi, call the police."

Yuanzi took out her cell phone and dialed the police number. Her voice was still trembling: "Hello, is this the police? There are people here...someone is dead...Yes, at Aonoki's house..."

Maori pondered for a moment, looking around at the furnishings in the tea room and the details surrounding the corpse.

Soon after, the sound of sirens broke the quiet evening.

A police car stopped outside the courtyard of Aonoki's house, and several policemen quickly got out and began to act in an orderly manner.

Inspector Yokomizo was the team leader. He was wearing his iconic windbreaker and had a ramen haircut. As soon as he came in, he saw Mori standing in front of the tea room door.

Yokomizo's eyes lit up and he walked forward with a smile: "Mr. Maori!"

His tone was full of respect and kindness, "I didn't expect to see you here! Now I'm safe."

Mao Li smiled and patted his shoulder: "Inspector Yokomizo, it looks like you'll have to work hard this time."

Yokomizo grinned and said, "No, no, with Mr. Maori here, do you think I should have to work hard?"

As he said that, he waved his hand and instructed his men: "Hurry up, check the scene, pay attention to every detail, and don't miss any suspicious points!"

Mao Li didn't waste any words and gave several key instructions in a concise manner: "Carefully check every exit and door lock of the teahouse in the center of the lake. The teahouse is a secret room, and finding out how to get in and out is the key. In addition, have someone go to the pier to check the pool of blood and the bearings of the waterwheel. I suspect there are clues hidden there."

Upon hearing this, Yokogo immediately sent someone to carry out the order. His movements were quick and neat, worthy of being an experienced criminal policeman.

After a while, several men reported the results of the inspection: "The teahouse in the center of the lake is indeed a secret room. There is no sign of forced entry, and the doors and windows are locked from the inside. A pool of blood was found on the pier, and a thick hemp rope was tied to the bearing of the waterwheel."

Maori stood by the window, his eyes gleaming with thought, quickly piecing together the clues in his mind.

Secret room, bloodstains, hemp rope, hanging in tea room...

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he had roughly deduced the truth, but he did not reveal it immediately. He just quietly observed how the situation developed.

Yokomizo began questioning the three suspects present according to routine procedures.

"Aonoki Ryoichi," Yokomizo asked as he took notes, "You are the young master here. You are the most direct beneficiary after your father passed away. Do you have anything to say?"

Aonoki Ryoichi sneered: "Don't accuse me. I have no motive to kill my father. I am the future heir, how could I do such a stupid thing?"

Yokomizo nodded and turned to Mimura Yukari, "What about you? You have a close relationship with the Aonoki family and are a disciple of Mr. Ryozo. What do you think?"

Sancun Yukali crossed his arms and smiled coldly: "I wish there were less trouble in this place, but that doesn't mean I would do such a thing. Whether Mr. Ryozo committed suicide or someone else did it, it has nothing to do with me."

Henggou frowned and continued to ask: "So what did you carry out just now?"

Sancun Yujiali curled his lips in disdain: "It's just some tea sets. I said, this has nothing to do with me."

Finally, Yokomizo looked at Yagura Morio. He said with a half-smile, "Yakura, you used to have a good relationship with Mr. Aonoki Ryozo, but what's going on now?"

Yagura Morio shrugged, with a playful smile on his face: "Oh, I told you, I am not interested in family affairs. The old man hanged himself, it wasn't me who pulled the rope. Besides, I just went to take a shower, don't try to cause any trouble for me."

Yokomizo listened carefully to the testimonies of the three people, his brows furrowed more and more.

All three are suspects - Aonoki Ryoichi is the family heir, Eucalyptus is entangled with family interests, and Morioh's whereabouts are suspicious. Moreover, these three have left alone before and have no clear alibis.

"It seems," Yokomizo said to himself, "this case is indeed a bit tricky..."

Mao Li stood quietly aside, looking at the three people calmly.

He smiled slightly, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes: "Inspector Yokomizo, don't worry, the truth has surfaced."

Yokoguro was stunned for a moment: "You already have an answer?"

Mao Li just smiled and didn't explain immediately.

He decided to observe a little longer to see the reactions among the group of people.

Perhaps, finding out some truths through reasoning is only the first step - and to completely crack this chess game, we have to wait until the time is right.

Chapter 376 Conversation

The police were busy at the scene for a while, but the investigation was not going smoothly, and the various clues seemed to be unable to piece together a complete picture. Inspector Yokomizo could not help but feel a little anxious, and had to turn to Kogoro Mori who was standing calmly by the side.

"Mr. Maori," Yokomizo sighed helplessly, "It seems that we still have to rely on your wisdom. Do you have any clues?"

Mao Li chuckled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Don't worry, let me talk to everyone present alone for a while. As long as I listen to their voices, I can know who the murderer is."

Inspector Yokomizo's eyes lit up, and he immediately made the decision: "Okay! We'll do as you wish! Who do you need to see first?"

Maori said slowly: "Aonoki Ryoichi."

Soon, Aonoki Ryoichi was brought to a corner of the tea room. His expression was cold and his attitude was very unfriendly, as if he was suppressing his anger. After he sat down, he stared at Maori warily: "What do you want from me, Mr. Maori?"

Mao Li smiled indifferently, his eyes gentle but with a hint of sharpness: "The old man is dead, are you happy?"

This merciless question made Aonoki Ryo's face suddenly change, and a hint of anger flashed across his brows: "Mr. Maori, are you doubting me?"

Mao Li shook his head calmly: "No, I'm just curious, have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

Aonoki Ryo was stunned for a moment, the anger in his eyes seemed to have subsided a little, but more confusion. He whispered: "To be honest, I haven't thought about this question. The old man passed away suddenly, and I was completely caught off guard." There was a hint of confusion and uneasiness in his tone, and it was obvious that this incident had hit him hard.

Mao Li's eyes were deep, as if he was looking through his heart, and then he smiled slightly: "I understand."

He paused, his tone becoming casual and relaxed: "How about this, you Aonoki family doesn't have to operate independently, how about being under my command? Anyway, the four girls in the tea ceremony club are already my women."

Aonoki Ryoichi's face suddenly turned ugly, and he stood up angrily: "Mr. Maori, please be respectful!"

However, Mao Li remained calm, not affected by the threat at all: "If you want to achieve great things, you must learn to be patient and not get hung up on these little details. Look at you now, no wonder the old man was hesitant to hand over the family to you."

These words were like a knife, cutting into Ryoichi's heart, leaving him no way to refute. He stood there in a daze, the anger on his face gradually fading, replaced by deep contemplation. He slowly sat back in his chair, frowning, not knowing whether he was reflecting on Maori's words or thinking about his future.

Maori looked at the young master in front of him and smiled slightly - he knew that Ryoichi Aonoki's defenses had been partially broken by him without him realizing it.

Mao Li leisurely picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said softly: "Ryoichi, you might as well think about it carefully. Instead of running a precarious family alone, it is better to find a reliable backer. By merging the Aonoki clan into the Beidou Group, you can also get greater support and even go further in the future."

Aonoki Ryo frowned, his eyes struggling. He clenched his hands into fists, his heart clearly full of contradictions: "Mr. Maori, you asked me to hand over the family to you... I am not afraid of death, but this is our Aonoki's century-old foundation!"

Mao Li did not rush to force him, but said gently: "I am not asking you to hand over everything. Aonoki's bloodline and heritage will still remain in your hands. The only difference is that you will stand on a higher platform and see farther. Don't forget, the four tea ceremony sisters are already mine, and this is also proof that I can protect you."

When Aonoki Ryo heard this, his anger dissipated a little, but he was still hesitant. His eyes flickered and he took a deep breath: "If I agree, what will happen to the future of our Aonoki clan?"

Mao Li leaned back in his chair and smiled. "The future is in your hands. You are still the clan leader, and everything you should control will not change. Moreover, with the support of the Beidou Group, you can do more - not just the head of a small family, but an important core of the entire system."

Aonoki Ryoichi lowered his head in thought, folded his hands on his knees, and fell into a long silence.

He knew that the Maori in front of him was not just a playboy, but a master who understood people's hearts and controlled the situation.

Cooperating with Maori is a gamble, but if the gamble wins, one's family and future will have the opportunity to take a leap forward.

After a long while, he raised his head, with a gleam of determination in his eyes: "As long as I am still the patriarch of the Qingyemu clan in the end, I am willing to merge the clan into the Beidou Group."

Maori raised the corners of his mouth and nodded, as if he was making a promise to an old friend: "Of course, the chief will always be you."

Aonoki Ryoichi finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and straightened his clothes. He nodded slightly to Maori, as if he was satisfied that the negotiation had reached an agreement: "Then I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving."

Mao Li picked up the teacup and smiled, "By the way, call Sancun Yukali."

Aonoki Ryo was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

As he was about to step out of the door, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Mr. Maori, can I ask you a question? Who killed the old man?"

Mao Li smiled, his eyes as deep as the sea, as if he knew everything: "Don't worry, I know it's not you."

Aonoki Ryoichi was slightly stunned, then nodded as if he understood something, and a complicated smile appeared on his face.

He pushed the door open and left the depressing room behind him, while Maori just sat there quietly, as if everything was under his control.

……

After a while.

Sanmura Eucalyptus walked slowly into the room. The silk surface of her kimono reflected slightly under the light, and the fine patterns revealed an elegant beauty.

The small fan in her hand waved gently, bringing with it a hint of fragrance.