Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

There is also the National Mr. Kojima Selection Competition...

"By the way, what exactly is the selection competition about?"

"There are three kinds of competitions," Yuan Tai recalled with difficulty, scratching his head, "physical strength competition, voice competition, and Chinese character writing competition!"

"I see, so we're going to choose Mr. Kojima who is both civil and military!"

Ayumi looked at Genta worriedly: "Is your father okay?"

"Singing should be no problem at all," Yuanta touched Conan's hair with a smile, "My father sings much better than Conan..."

"Isn't your standard too low? I'm worried..."

"Hey……"

Conan was speechless and followed Maori with a depressed heart.

Just as they were passing by the fifth studio, Yuan Tai excitedly said, "This is it. The winners of the three competitions will come here to compete in the quiz!"

"Damn it! Why on earth is this happening?!"

There was a sudden commotion in the aisle next to them. Some contestants wearing numbered shirts passed by angrily. They all looked like Mr. Kojima who was participating in the competition, and their names were written on their numbered shirts.

"what happened?"

"How can I calm down?" said a Mr. Kojima angrily. "This is too weird! How could I, who has a level 1 Chinese character proficiency test, lose in Chinese character writing? My answer is perfect!"

"How can it be perfect..."

"Then can you write it? Qilin, Rose! Can you write it?!"

"Ok?"

Mao Li couldn't help but stop and look at the Chinese characters written by the contestants.

Is it so difficult to write Chinese characters now? I don’t even know the first word…

……

In the staff cafeteria of Nichiren Television, Mao Li and a few children ordered a table of dishes. The prices were not expensive, but not cheap either. The main reason was that these guys ordered a lot of dessert pudding.

Maori glanced speechlessly at the children who were eating with voracious appetite. Only Conan, Ai and Ayumi were relatively restrained. This guy Genta could really take part in the big eater challenge.

"Hey, Yuanta, do you usually eat like this at home?"

"This is not enough to fill me up..." Yuantai looked at the eel rice he had finished with a reluctant look on his face.

"Haha," Maori said with a twitch in his mouth, "You can eat more than an adult. Maybe you can even participate in the next big eater challenge on Nisshin TV..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Maori quickly snatched a piece of fried chicken from Conan's chopsticks, and glanced at the TV station employees at the next table, as if complaining about the sponsor of this program.

"That's right," a short and thin young man complained, "It's not a show at all. The preliminary competitions were completely chaotic. The best physical competition was eliminated, the best voice was eliminated, and even the best Chinese character writing was not selected..."

"I was at the physical strength competition, competing on the number of push-ups you can do within three minutes, but someone tried their best and couldn't even do 180!"

"What on earth is that island leader thinking?"

"Not only that, five spots were originally reserved for the finals, but in the end only three people qualified..."

When Maori heard the complaints of several people, his heart moved slightly and he looked at Yuantai in surprise.

Just now, Yuantai’s father sent a message saying that he had successfully entered the finals and asked Yuantai to go to the audience seats in Studio 5 to cheer later.

What is the choice for this competition?

After the meal, Mao Li led everyone into the fifth studio for a quiz and took their seats early.

There were already quite a few spectators at the scene, most of them were family and friends of the contestants, and the stage was ready. It looked like a normal show, but I heard that the producer of the show was quite resentful and even protested to the show sponsor, Ken Kojima.

"The time is almost up!"

Yuan Tai asked nervously, "Is Dad okay?"

"Don't worry, Yuantai," Mitsuhiko encouraged, "Your father will definitely win! The prize is equivalent to 60 million..."

Maori crossed his arms, out of tune with the noise around him.

It's not just the 60 million. The painting is of great significance. It would be strange to give it away as a gift, and the selection competition is so frivolous.

It seems like there is some other purpose...

While Maori's thoughts were wandering, a Nichimi TV employee suddenly came over anxiously. When he saw Maori in the audience, his eyes lit up and he hurried over.

"Detective Maori!"

The visitor seemed to be reluctant to make a statement. After finding Mao Li, he looked embarrassed and said, "Can you come out for a moment, Detective Mao Li?"

"what happened?"

Maori asked Conan to take care of Ayumi and the others, and left with the staff in confusion.

Just at this moment, another employee walked onto the stage amid everyone's expectant gazes.

"Uh," the employee said with difficulty while holding the microphone, looking unhappy, "I'm very sorry... this island selection competition has been terminated for some reason..."

"what?!"

"Are you kidding me?"

There was a commotion in the audience, and the staff was in a panic as they rushed forward. Conan, who was watching Maori leave, was suddenly startled. When he found blood on the staff's cuffs, he hurriedly told Ayumi and the others, "I'll go check it out. You stay here and don't move!"

Xiao Ai was very upset, as in the end she still had to take care of several children.

"Could something have happened?" Ayumi asked worriedly, "That guy just called Uncle Maori out."

Xiao Ai looked at the uneasy Yuanta and said calmly: "With that uncle here, nothing will happen. We will wait here."

"Um……"

Outside the studio, there was a commotion at the other end of the corridor. Mao Li followed the staff and quickly rushed to the stairs. He immediately saw a crowd of people gathered around. There was a man lying on the ground with blood continuing to flow from the back of his head.

"It's President Kojima!" the staff member nearby explained hastily, "The president slipped and fell down the stairs!"

"Did you call an ambulance?"

"They called me! They said they'll be here in 10 minutes..."

Maori squatted beside the fat body of Kojima Kunsaku. The fat old man in a suit was about the same size as Dr. Agasa and had the same Mediterranean hairstyle, but his face was more plump.

This person is President Kojima, the sponsor of this program...

Maori frowned and checked the situation.

President Kojima was lying on his back on the ground with his eyes and mouth wide open, and blood splattered from his head. He must have fallen down the stairs, and it seemed like he could not be saved.

Another murder case...

Maori glanced at the fat old man's tightly clenched right fingers, and there was a piece of paper fragment in the middle.

"Did you see him fall with your own eyes?" Mao Li asked the staff around him.

“Ah, no,” the staff member who was originally at a loss waited for Mao Li, who was now much relieved, and responded, “I heard a loud bang and President Kojima yelling, and when I rushed over, President Kojima had already collapsed here…”

"Then call the police." Mao Li said in a deep voice.

"Ah?" The staff member was surprised. "Could it be that the president is..."

"It's very likely. If someone falls down the stairs, it's impossible for them to still be holding a piece of paper in their hand. It must have been pulled from somewhere when they lost their balance..."

Mao Li looked up the stairs, and when the staff called the police, he continued to ask, "Where is the employee who just notified the studio of the cancellation of the show? There is blood on his cuffs..."

"Well... when he came with us, he was going to pick up President Kojima, and maybe he got blood on him at that time..."

"Didn't you see anyone else when you came here?" Conan asked from the side, looking up at his little face.

"No," the staff saw that it was Conan who was following Maori, and they were stunned for a moment, and answered honestly, "Because we came here right away, we didn't think too much about it..."

"Detective Maori," a man with glasses came over and saw President Kojima on the ground with a pale face, "Maybe they did it, the three people who qualified for the finals..."

"Who are you?" Maori looked at the newcomer in surprise.

"I'm the president's secretary," the man with glasses said, wiping his sweat. "Actually, just now, the president said that he would go to the rest room alone to greet the winner, so I waited in another room with the staff..."

"Is he alone?"

"Yeah, it was said to be the honor I deserved as the winner of the island competition, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this in the blink of an eye..."

"Well-deserved honor..." Maori's mind raced, and he vaguely thought of something.

Is this President Kojima himself looking for the murderer?

Two of the three scrolls are missing. Take one of them out as a prize or perhaps as bait. As long as the other party wants to collect all of them, they will come to participate in the competition.

So the other two scrolls were stolen.

The frivolous competition must have been a trap, but no one knew what happened afterwards and President Kojima was killed.

Maori sighed and stood up, turning his gaze to the three contestants who were just coming down from upstairs.

Chapter 134: Accent is the key to solving the case

"It seems very noisy here, what happened?"

"Anyway, can the final game start now?"

The three contestants walked down the stairs, either confused or dissatisfied. Leading the way was a young man with glasses and a middle-parted hair. He looked very much like an older version of Kyogoku Makoto, except that he kept frowning and squinting his eyes.

The second one was a tall man with inverted s-shaped eyebrows, an upturned nose and two small mustaches, looking quite fierce.

The last one is a confused fat man with long sideburns.

"We've been waiting for a long time..." The fat man saw Kojima Quansaku surrounded by people below and suddenly exclaimed, "What's wrong? Isn't this President Kojima?"

"Something happened to President Kojima."

Mao Li looked at the numbered shirts in front of several people. They were No. 84, Kojima Motoji, No. 35, Kojima Bunta, and No. 147, Kojima Iwakichi...

They are all Mr. Kojima. Kojima Gonsaku should be meeting these people in the end.

Maori's gaze returned to Kojima Motoji who was wearing glasses. He seemed to be Genta's father, but why was he so thin?

After a pause, Mao Li asked, "Are you the finalists?"

"Yes, yes," the fat man Kojima Iwakichi said in surprise, "You are..."

"Special Advisor of the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division, Maori Kogoro."

Mao Li looked at them with a different look, calmed himself down, and continued to ask: "I heard that President Kojima went to see you before the accident. Do you remember what happened afterwards?"

"President Kojima is coming to see us?" Yuantai's father narrowed his eyes in astonishment, "Is this true? We are all in a separate room, and I haven't seen President Kojima..."

"Me too," said Kojima Fumita, "President Kojima didn't even come to see me!"

The remaining fat man quickly followed up: "Me too, I just slept in the lounge for a while. I thought the finals had just started..."

"that……"

President Kojima's secretary hesitantly found Mori again. The title of special consultant of the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1 is quite intimidating, and it is much more impressive than a simple famous detective.

"In fact, before the president said he wanted to meet them, he asked me to look for them separately..."

The secretary explained to Mao Li alone: ​​"The president gave me an envelope with paper in it and asked me to show it to them and ask them how to read the words inside..."

"Paper?" Maori looked at President Kojima's right hand again, "Is it the one President Kojima is holding?"

"Probably, because that piece of paper is a special Japanese paper that the president would use only on important occasions," the secretary said uncertainly, "After asking them, I returned it to the president, who then stuffed it into his arms and went to look for them..."

"That means it's hard for other people to use this kind of paper..."

Mao Li couldn't search President Kojima before the police came, so he asked, "Do you know what's written on that paper?"

"I don't know. The president didn't allow me to see it. Only the president and those three people know it. But..." The secretary was confused. "Those three people pronounced it differently. Although they all answered immediately, it shouldn't be a difficult word..."

As he spoke, the secretary took out his notebook.

“I even made a special note of it…”

Mao Li looked through the notes and found that they were indeed different.

Yuantai’s father’s is “Shakuhachi”, the one with the upturned nose is “Babailingyi”, and the fat man’s is “Yipin”.