Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

Kuriyama Midori added in a low voice: "I deliberately kept the chocolate packaging, and it did say 'Gift from Maori Kogoro'."

She took out the evidence and handed it to Mao Li. When Mao Li took it and looked at it, his uneasiness became stronger.

At this moment, Maori's phone rang again. This time it was Conan who called, and his tone was also anxious: "Uncle Maori, something happened at Dr. Agasa's house! I was playing at his house this morning, and the doctor was suddenly attacked. Now he has been sent to the hospital and his condition is very critical!"

Mao Li took a deep breath, and he instantly realized the connection between these things: "The target... is me!"

He turned around and looked at Hibiki Eri: "Eri, this matter may be more complicated than we thought. You should have a good rest first. I will find out who is behind this."

Fei Yingli nodded: "Be careful."

Maori hurried away with the chocolate packaging.

He thought about several attacks, Inspector Megure, Eri Kisaki, and Dr. Agasa. They seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but the common point was that they were all closely related to himself.

It was obvious that this was a conspiracy against him, and the attackers were very clever, not only dispersing their targets but also making each incident seem justified.

Mao Li found a quiet corner near the hospital and called Officer Takagi: "Takagi, I suspect these attacks were committed by one person, and the target was me. Has your police force found anything?"

Gao Mu replied on the other end of the phone: "We have retrieved the surveillance video of the park, but no suspicious persons have been found so far. As for the chocolates in Attorney Fei's hand, we will also send them for testing."

Mao Li nodded. "Give me the results as soon as possible. I will handle this matter personally. Please be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Li looked up at the lights of the hospital building not far away. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Who wants to touch me? You hit a wall this time."

……

In the hospital corridor, Mao Li was staring at the chocolate package in his hand in deep thought. Suddenly, the ringing of his cell phone broke his thoughts.

He looked down and saw that it was Conan's call. After he answered the call, Conan's urgent voice came over: "Uncle Maori, I found a clue!"

Mao Li frowned: "What clue?"

"At the scene where Inspector Megure, Aunt Hime, and Dr. Agasa were attacked, the criminals left behind symbols."

"At Inspector Megure's place, I found a sword near the park; at Aunt Hime's place, there was a flower; and at Dr. Agasa's place, I found a spinning sword."

Conan paused, then added, "Uncle Maori, this reminds me of the suits and order of playing cards. Inspector Megure's '13' is the K in the playing card, Aunt Hime is '12', corresponding to the Q, and Professor Agasa is '11', representing the J."

When Maori heard this, his pupils shrank.

He subconsciously clenched his phone: "The order of the playing cards? King, Queen, Jack... Could it be that the criminal committed the crime according to the order of the playing cards?"

"That's right!"

Conan's voice was filled with anxiety. "If my reasoning is correct, the criminal will continue to act, and the target may be 10 or 9. Uncle Maori, you have to be careful, the next target may be related to you!"

Maori closed his eyes, his mind racing through memories.

He is a time traveler, and the clue on this playing card reminded him of the plot of the "Detective Conan" movie "The Fourteenth Target".

In the original work, the criminal Sawaki Kohei acted according to the order of the playing cards, and his final target was Xiaolan!

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Maori's forehead.

There was no way he could forget this familiar plot.

"Uncle Maori?"

Conan reminded on the other end of the phone.

Mao Li came back to his senses and said in a low voice: "Kid, if we follow the rules of this poker card, who do you think might be the next one?"

Conan thought for a moment and said, "The 10 and 9 on the poker cards are crucial, but there is no clear clue yet. But it is certain that the criminal's target is likely to be related to someone around you. Uncle Maori, you must be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Li stood in front of the hospital window and looked at the night sky outside through the glass.

He took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists, and kept recalling the plot.

According to the plot of "The Fourteenth Target", the criminal Sawaki Kohei is the sommelier of the restaurant, and Xiaolan will be pushed into a dangerous situation in the end.

But he was also very clear that many things had changed after he traveled through time.

However, the personnel should not change. The first is Hiroki Tsuji, and the ninth is Katsuyoshi Asahi.

As long as we protect the safety of these two people first and catch the criminal, there will be no problem.

"Zemu is fair..."

Mao Li gritted his teeth and read out the name, "If it is really you, this time, I will never let Xiaolan be in any danger! However, there is no conclusive evidence yet, so I can only hold back for the time being."

He thought again that in the original work, due to his psychological distortion, Sawaki Kohei turned his dissatisfaction with life into a motivation for revenge, and his motive for committing the crime was also based on the "object of resentment" related to the numbers on the playing cards.

But Maori soon realized a key problem: his identity and behavior as a time traveler may have interfered with Zemu Kohei's plan. If he was attacked directly and it turned out that it was not him, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Damn it! If I act rashly now and arrest the wrong person, it will alert the enemy."

Maori sighed, feeling extremely conflicted. He knew very well that this criminal not only hurt Inspector Megure, but also poisoned Eri Kisaki, which had touched his bottom line.

No matter who the other party is, this account cannot be easily settled!

Thinking that Xiaolan might become the next target, Maori's murderous intent gradually grew.

He closed his eyes, calmed down, and called Hibiki Eri: "Eri, don't go anywhere today, go home and rest, and don't go to work tomorrow. Xiaolan, I will arrange for someone to protect her safety."

Fei Yingli hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, but still agreed: "Okay, I will listen to you."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Li called Officer Takagi again: "Takagi, check the clues from Inspector Megure again, especially the source of the sword. I will keep an eye on the safety of Kisaki Eri and Xiaolan, and report any situation in time."

After Takagi agreed, Maori finally put down the phone and began to quickly think of the next action plan in his mind.

He knew that if the original plot developed, Zemu Gonghe would reveal more flaws in the following period of time. As long as he kept a close eye on the clues, he would be able to find him.

But more importantly, the safety of Kisaki Eri and Xiaolan must be ensured in this process.

"No matter what, anyone who dares to touch me must be prepared to pay the price!"

Mao Li sneered and turned to leave the hospital.

……

Kogoro Mori did not waste a moment. After learning that the next target was Hiroki Tsuji, he immediately drove to the airport.

He clearly remembered that in the original work, Hiroki Tsuji tampered with the eye drops, causing the helicopter to lose control and fall from the sky.

If he had hesitated for even a moment, the result could have been an irreparable tragedy.

While driving, Mao Li recalled Hiroki Tsuji's plan. He had excitedly mentioned in the restaurant that he would fly a private helicopter today to celebrate his victory.

"This guy's life is really hanging by a thread!"

Mao Li stepped on the accelerator hard and the car sped along the empty road.

Although he was doing his best to hurry on, he still had an uneasy feeling in his heart.

When he arrived at the airport, he saw a helicopter taxiing and taking off from a distance.

Mao Li's face changed and he immediately rushed to the airport apron, but he was still a step too late, the helicopter had already taken off.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it! The time is advanced, this is completely different from the original book!"

He quickly looked around, trying to find anything that could help him reach the helicopter, but the airfield was empty except for a few stationary aircraft.

The helicopter was circling in the blue sky, and Hiroki Tsuji's figure was vaguely visible, and he seemed to be happily operating the flight.

However, after a while, Maori noticed that the helicopter's flight path became abnormal.

It began to sway in the air like a bird with a broken wing.

His heart sank suddenly: "Sure enough, it's here!"

At this time, in the cockpit of the helicopter, Hiroki Tsuji was in great pain.

He originally took out his eye drops and put a drop in because of the dazzling sunlight, but the moment the drop was put in, his eyes felt extremely painful as if they were burned, and then he completely lost his vision.

He rubbed his eyes hard, trying to regain his sight, but to no avail.

In a panic, his hand accidentally hit the joystick, causing the helicopter to shake violently in the air.

"Ahhh!"

Hiroki Tsuji shouted in horror, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He fumbled with his hands to try to regain control of the plane, but to no avail.

Seeing this, Maori on the ground gritted his teeth and thought of a countermeasure.

He knew that if he failed to intervene in time, Hiroki Tsuji would be smashed to pieces along with his plane.

He looked around the airport again, but found that there was no equipment that could allow him to take off quickly.

Maori clenched his fists, forced himself to calm down, and quickly deduced possible solutions in his mind.

"I can only take a gamble!"

Maori took a deep breath, immediately jumped into his car, and began to track the helicopter's flight path.

He knew that sooner or later Hiroki Tsuji would fall because he could not control the helicopter. As long as he could arrive at the moment the helicopter crashed, he might be able to save him at the last moment.

The helicopter's condition became increasingly unstable, sometimes descending rapidly, sometimes rising briefly, like a meteor that could crash at any time.

Maori stared at its movements closely, gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and drove the car to the limit.

He felt like a huge rock was pressing on his heart: this time, rather than saving Hiroki Tsuji, he was racing against time.

Finally, after flying for a distance, the helicopter seemed to have burned out its last bit of luck. A wisp of black smoke began to emerge from its tail, and it gradually fell to the ground.

Maori estimated the landing point and stepped on the accelerator hard, and the wheels made a harsh sound when rubbing against the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the falling helicopter, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

"That's it!"

He suddenly turned around and parked the car near the estimated crash site of the helicopter, got out of the car quickly, and stared at the helicopter.

The helicopter spun and fell in mid-air, accompanied by a loud roar and strong airflow.

Mao Li looked for an opportunity and rushed forward with all his strength. His body was blown so hard that he could hardly stand, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Just when the helicopter was close enough for Maori to jump, Maori jumped over, grabbed the handle of the cabin door, and pulled it open with all his strength.

He leaned in, quickly unbuckled Hiroki Tsuji's seat belt, and pulled him out of the seat.

Hiroki Tsuji was in a trance, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was moaning softly, "Save...save me..."

Mao Li used all his strength to drag him out of the helicopter.

The next second after the two left, the helicopter made a huge explosion and the wreckage turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Mao Li gasped and lowered Hiroki Tsuji to safety.

He looked down to check on Hiroki Tsuji and found that he was completely unconscious, but his breathing was still steady.

He took out his cell phone and called the emergency number, secretly thanking himself: "Luckily I arrived early. If I was a second later, the consequences would be disastrous."

Chapter 428 Zemu Gongping is very calm

After Inspector Megure learned about this series of cases against Mori, he couldn't sit still.

He stubbornly forced his way out of the hospital, and was unmoved by the doctor's objection. Although his wound was still aching, Inspector Megure did not flinch at all, and even his pale face could not hide his eager determination.

"Brother Maori, this case is too bizarre, and it has implicated so many lives. I can't just stand by and watch!"

Inspector Megure said seriously, covering his bandage.

He has always been helped by Kogoro Mori, and now that Mori is in crisis, it is impossible for him not to help.

Shiratori Renzaburo, who was standing nearby, was obviously a little worried. He quickly tried to dissuade him, "Inspector, you haven't recovered from your injuries yet. Fighting so hard will only make the situation worse! Let us young people handle this matter. You can rest assured and recuperate."

However, Inspector Megure waved his hand stubbornly: "You young people are certainly capable, but I am not the kind of person who can only sit in the office and listen to reports! Now the situation is urgent, we must find clues as soon as possible and catch this guy!"

Mao Li looked at the determined eyes of Inspector Megure. Although he felt a little helpless, he also respected his passion: "Okay, since the inspector insists on this, let's work together."

Several people then gathered in the Maori Detective Agency to discuss the matter.

Inspector Megure said straight to the point: "According to the clues on the playing cards, the target's name is likely related to the number nine. Brother Maori, is there anyone among those you are dating who meets the requirements?"

A name flashed quickly through Mao Li's mind - Asahi Katsuyoshi.

In the original novel, he is the next target.

However, in reality, Mao Li had no chance to establish any relationship with Asahi Katsuyoshi.

If I say his name directly now, it might arouse unnecessary suspicion.

It’s better to be steady first.

Maori Kogoro hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Inspector, I don't know anyone with the number 'nine' in his name. However, considering the order of numbers on playing cards, I think of a person who is related to 'eight' - Sawaki Kouhei."

"Sawaki Kouhei?" Inspector Megure repeated the name with a frown.