Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

In the message, the editor not only answered the question about the date, but also talked about the competition.

"Editor-in-Chief, are you really going to watch the night game today?"

"It's okay. Today's game is at the Dongdu Stadium..."

It may not seem like anything special at first, but when put into context it can generate many associations.

The Q&A room seemed to be worried about something, and then the editor-in-chief thought that it would be okay to compete in the Dongdu Gymnasium. There was a logical relationship between the two, but nothing special happened last night, and the weather was sunny all day.

As for today's match, since it might rain, we don't have to worry about the match in the Dongdu Stadium...

Considering other aspects of the situation, the murderer is undoubtedly Inaba. However, as a detective with a strong sense of responsibility and professional ethics, he has to at least wait until he finds evidence to be completely sure before he can explain the matter to Megure and others.

You can't be like Tokitsu Junya before, who, because of his fame, always spoke to protect his own rate of solving cases first, and would not take the initiative to admit his mistakes even if there was a wrongful conviction.

But what happened to this missing high school detective? Was he investigating a case, or...

As Maori was thinking this, he turned around and found Conan looking at him.

This guy was obviously also waiting for Inaba to come over. This kind of case was not difficult.

"Hey, hey," Conan said depressedly, "I didn't say a word, uncle..."

“I didn’t mention that.”

Maori rolled his eyes and just in time heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from downstairs. A square-faced young man dressed as a clerk parked his dirty motorcycle covered in mud, took off his helmet and rushed upstairs.

Maori glanced at the young man.

Unlike Shansen who was very careful about his image, the man was wearing old clothes and his rain boots were tattered and full of scratches. He looked quite unsophisticated. The only new thing was the gloves on his hands. He didn't even have the price tag on them. He probably bought them in a hurry and put them on on the way.

"What happened, Mr. Police?" The square-faced young man glanced at Maori, Mr. Kobayashi, and Conan, then avoided their sight and found Inspector Megure and others at the scene, "What happened to Mr. Sugimori?"

"Is this Editor Inaba? Actually, Mr. Sugimori was murdered yesterday at noon," Maori took the initiative to speak, "I have something to ask you. You should know me, right?"

"Uh," Inaba opened his mouth, "Most people in the publishing industry know the famous detective Maori Kogoro... Has he found the criminal? As for me..."

"Then," Mao Li interrupted, "Why did you bypass me and go inside to question me? If it's the police, the female officer next to me can also ask it, right?"

"Eh?" Inaba stared at Teacher Kobayashi in shock, "But she's not that..."

"Yes, she is Ms. Kobayashi of Teitan Elementary School. The question is, how do you know Ms. Kobayashi? Is it because there are so many children here?"

Maori stared at Inaba, whose eyes narrowed slightly, and officially confirmed Inaba's suspicion.

"If I'm not mistaken, you knew these kids and Mr. Kobayashi from the beginning. That means the report you asked Mr. Shansen to do in the message is this, right?"

Inaba looked closely at Maori and swallowed, "Is there a problem?"

"The motive should be what was mentioned in the message, 'I don't mind the last report that exposed the inside story'. Having said that, I checked it out and found that it was a precious report that was not published in Xingrong Pavilion and made Shansen famous..."

"Wait, wait," Inaba said anxiously, his heart beating faster, "Detective Mori, do you think I killed Sugimori? I was in the editorial office all day yesterday, and the message was also..."

"How do you know that Mr. Shansen was killed at noon?"

"This is because... the editor-in-chief told me that the police asked me when I left the message, so I thought..."

"Then let's start over again," Mao Li pressed the player to play Inaba's recorded message, "It doesn't matter, today's game is at the Toudou Stadium... This is what the editor-in-chief said at the time, right? The problem is that your editor-in-chief had hay fever yesterday and went home to sleep at night..."

"Hay fever?"

"Of course the editor-in-chief thinks he has a cold, but no matter what the situation is, it's unlikely that he would say the things in the message..."

"Well," Inaba saw everyone looking at him suspiciously, and laughed dryly with cold sweat, "The editor-in-chief is a super fanatical baseball fan. He attends almost all the games. In the past, he would go to watch the games even if he was sick. Maybe he didn't go yesterday because he felt too uncomfortable last night..."

"So what is he worried about?"

"Eh?"

"Didn't I say 'It's okay, we'll be playing at the Toudou Gymnasium today'? If we're not at the Toudou Gymnasium, then the only thing we're worried about is the weather, right? Because if it rains like today, there's no shelter in the open air, so the game will most likely be cancelled..."

Maori continued to reason: "The problem is, it was sunny all day in Tokyo yesterday, but it was raining when we played on the 22nd last time..."

"This is just your speculation," Inaba said with sweat on his forehead, "Besides, did you hear any rain sounds in my message? Is it evidence that I killed someone?"

"What?" Conan interrupted, "Brother, your motorcycle parked outside is dirty and covered in mud. Do you rarely wash it? Your boots are so torn, why don't you change them with your gloves? The labels on the gloves are still there..."

Maori's eye twitched.

"Boom!"

Conan felt itchy, and Maori coughed dryly and continued to look at Inaba: "Because the gloves used in the crime were the gloves I usually wear, I noticed that they were stained with blood on the way here, so I bought another pair. If you want evidence, you can look for it on the handlebars of your unwashed motorcycle, or look for the old gloves you temporarily discarded on the way here..."

"Mr. Inaba," Officer Megure's face darkened. He walked up to Inaba, whose expression changed, and asked, "Can we check it out?"

"I……"

Inaba lowered his head and left the scene with the police in a daze, leaving the cheering children to surround Teacher Kobayashi.

Maori walked beside Inspector Megure and looked at Ai helplessly.

At least Mr. Kobayashi's troubles are resolved...

"Hey, you guys," Teacher Kobayashi quietly looked at Mori who was talking to Inspector Megure, "Has Detective Mori always been so awesome? If you guys join the Boy Detective Team, it's just like what's described in Edogawa Ranpo..."

"Haha," Conan realized that he had accidentally shown off again, and hurriedly smiled and said, "In fact, it's because we have always been with Uncle Mori, because Uncle Mori is one of the most famous detectives in Japan..."

"That's right," Ayumi said proudly, "and Uncle Maori is also the advisor of our Junior Detective Team!"

"is it?"

Teacher Kobayashi's face lit up, as if he had suddenly touched something he loved.

"This is amazing! The famous detectives... the Junior Detective Team... they all look like they came out of a novel! Kogoro Akechi and the Junior Detective Team!"

"Uh..." Conan twitched the corner of his mouth.

I didn't expect this teacher to be a detective fan...

"Detective Mao, Maori!" After dealing with Ayumi and the others, Mr. Kobayashi unexpectedly mustered up the energy to ask Maori, "Are you really a member of the Junior Detective Team as well?"

"Huh?" Maori had just said goodbye to Inspector Megure. Hearing this, he lowered his eyelids and looked at the smiling Ayumi and the others. "I told you, I'm just a consultant who doesn't really take charge of anything..."

"The advisor is also a member of the group, Uncle Maori!"

Yuan Taihutouhutou emphasized.

"Well……"

"Actually," Teacher Kobayashi said with a blushing face, "I'm a loyal reader of Edogawa Ranpo. I especially like the Young Detectives. Can I join you?"

"Eh?"

Ayumi and the others reacted strongly.

"Adults can't join in!"

"Teacher, you need to think clearly about your age!"

"Hey hey..."

Chapter 133 National Mr. Kojima Selection

"I'm Kojima Genta from Class 1B of Teitan Elementary School!"

"I'm Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya!"

"I'm Yoshida Ayumi!"

At Nichiuri TV, in Studio 3, Maori and Conan stood in front of the camera with stiff smiles, watching Ayumi and the others appear on the stage with beams of light hitting them.

Invited by Nichimi TV to record the show, these guys must have been looking forward to it for a long time and have even designed their own poses.

"Including my subordinate Conan," Genta said seriously, crossing his arms, "and Ai..."

"We are the Junior Detective Team!!"

Ayumi and the others gathered together and joined in. It looked like Kamen Rider was on stage. Even the program director and the photographer were stunned. It took them a while to react and said, "Kah! Where's Detective Mori?"

"Oh, that's right," Genta was stunned for a moment, then posed again and said, "And our special consultant, the famous detective Maori Kogoro!"

"Ha ha……"

The corners of Mao Li's mouth twitched, and he suddenly regretted coming to the show.

"I'm telling you guys, I'm the interviewee of this show."

Maori reminded silently.

"Really?" Ayumi said, "But Uncle Maori is also a member of our Junior Detective Team..."

"Hurry up and finish the show and go eat," Mao Lishengwu Nian said, "I'll treat you."

After finally finishing the recording of the show, Mao Li took the children out of the studio amid the relieved gazes of the staff.

"Sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, it's okay," the producer said with a smile, waving his hands. "Thank you Detective Maori for coming over."

Although Mao Li has recorded many programs on Nichimi TV, not everyone can be invited. Usually, only Miss Okino Yoko has this honor.

"National Mr. Kojima Contest?"

Maori was walking in front of the TV station's aisle, considering whether to try the TV station's internal cafeteria, when he unexpectedly heard Yuantai mention his father.

"Your father is also attending?"

"Yes," Yuan Tai said proudly, "Today seems to be the finals. My father came here early in the morning and seems to be competing somewhere else now. I heard that the winners will go to Studio 5 to decide the winner!"

"is it?"

Maori raised his eyebrows slightly.

Speaking of which, he has never met Yuantai's father, he only heard that he runs a pub.

The image of a fat chef emerged in Maori's mind.

"By the way, what does this National Mr. Kojima Contest mean? A chef contest?"

"It would be great if that's the case," Yuan Tai said regretfully, "The prize is 10 million yuan, and there's also a wild boar scroll as a gift. If it's a chef selection, it would be easy for Dad to win..."

"The Boar Scroll? Is it a scroll with a picture of a boar?"

Ayumi asked curiously.

"Well, Dad said he wanted the scroll more than the bonus. Oh, and I also brought the photo in the notification letter. It's a strange painting..."

Yuantai took out a black and white scroll photo, and it was indeed a picture of a wild boar.

"It's a black and white painting. I don't think it's very pretty, but my dad used to love wild boars and said he had to hang it up in the house!"

Conan got the photo and saw the signature on the easel in front of the scroll. The corners of his mouth twitched suddenly.

"This is a painting by the painter Shan Xiu. Compared to that, the ten million is just a bonus, right?"

"is it?"

"Of course, this painting is worth at least 5 million yuan. If it is really the work of Master Shan Xiu, who is famous for his ink paintings..."

"5 million..."

Maori took the photo and looked at it carefully.

Judging from his artistic talent, this painting doesn't seem to be anything special. I don't know why it is so valuable...

"Uncle, don't underestimate it," Conan noticed Maori's expression and laughed, "When this scroll was first discovered, it was said to be a doodle casually drawn by Shanxiu Shangren. But then two scrolls of deer and butterfly painted by Shanxiu Shangren were discovered. The value of it suddenly went up, because it is said that it is auspicious to collect a pig, a deer, and a butterfly together..."

“Will it be auspicious?”

"In the world, there was a young businessman who spent all his money to buy the three scrolls. Later, his career was very successful. Seeing that he had accumulated a huge fortune, the saying of Jili came into being. The businessman seemed to be called..."

"Could it be Kojima Gonsaku?"

Mitsuhiko was surprised and said, "I just heard from the TV station that the chairman of the Kojima Group, Kojima Gonsaku, is the sponsor of this competition. He is the one who owns a lot of railways and department stores and is super rich..."

"But if that's the case," Ayumi asked curiously, "if it's such an important thing, why would you take it out as a prize?"

"I heard that the other two scrolls were missing, and there was no point in keeping only one, so I planned this program, hoping to give it to someone with the same last name, Kojima."

"Is that why it's called the National Mr. Kojima Selection Contest?"

Maori looked strange.

These wealthy people really are all kinds of people, how could they have such weird ideas?