Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

"So I can only return the money to the customer and ask him to give up..."

Oikawa squeezed out tears.

Chapter 145 Complex Human Nature

"No matter how hard I try, I can only imitate the original painting that was stolen tonight. If the original painting appears somewhere else in the future, I will have to admit that it is the original..."

"I heard that you have invited Kidd's nemesis, the famous detective Mouri Kogoro. Can he get back 'Aoarashi'?" the reporter asked.

"I don't know about that. Detective Maori is like a completely different person today. Maybe he was hit a little hard... But I still try my best to trust him," Ishikawa said with tears in his eyes. "I hope Detective Maori can get my "Aoarashi" back..."

Behind the crowded crowd of reporters, a Nichimi TV employee with his hat pulled down could see Takeyori Ishikawa's performance in its entirety, and couldn't help but reveal an expression of enjoying the show on his face.

"This is going to be interesting..."

Kuroba Kaito turned around and hid his figure.

With Mao Li around, he didn't feel that he would be blamed at all, not to mention that this so-called famous artist himself had pushed Mao Li to the forefront.

A famous detective versus a famous painter, interesting things always happen around Maori, and no matter how many times he fails, he still wants to duel with Maori again if there is a chance.

He is just a detective uncle. The future belongs to young people like him!

Behind the villa, Maori found a path to the grass under the window. He could see that the villa was not built on flat ground. Half of it was exposed on the hillside and it was all supported by wood. The surrounding grass and trees were lush, which was shocking to see.

The mobile team members have checked the space under the villa and found no traces.

"We only found two pen holders and a lot of pens," a team member said to Maori, "Oh, yes, we also found a fishing line, but there is a lake nearby where you can fish, so it must have been dropped here by a fishing customer..."

Maori team member took out the fishing line from his pocket.

There are many coils wrapped around his hands, about 7 meters long, with a coil tied on one end and a deformed fishing hook on the other end... It can be almost confirmed that it is the fishing line used to design mechanisms in the studio. The coil should have been put on the door lock when Ikawa was talking to the guard, so the mechanism will be activated when the door is pushed open.

But in this case, a counterweight is needed to pull the fishing line...

Maori searched among the stone-filled grass again, especially where the pen holder fell, and with the help of the flashlight he found a stone with a hole in it.

These clues are enough...

……

In the operations room on the first floor, Ginzo Nakamori returned to the surveillance computer in confusion, and was shocked to find that the studio had returned to its state before the painting was stolen. The expression of Takeyori Oikawa next to him changed completely.

"This is……"

"This is what happened before the power outage," Mao Li appeared on the surveillance video, holding a walkie-talkie and said, "In fact, the painting was not stolen from the beginning, it just looks like it was stolen..."

"What do you mean?" Oikawa Takeyori asked in panic, "Didn't you see the painting being stolen?"

"Did anyone see the painting being stolen? Or did anyone see Kaito Kidd..."

"Indeed, no, but..."

"Hey, Maori," Nakamori Ginzo wiped his eyes and carefully checked the surveillance camera, "Did you find a painting of the same size and cover it with a canvas and put it there?"

"Officer Nakamori, come and see. I just made the same arrangement as Mr. Oikawa did before the power outage. It was the 10 minutes when Oikawa turned off the surveillance camera under the pretext of checking the painting. It was a simple magic trick..."

"Magic?"

"Yes, let's take a look at the truth of this incident."

In the studio, the four guards were still guarding their respective doors, but the first door was closed again. Nakamori Ginzo hurried to the second floor in confusion and entered the room through the open second door.

"Fishing line?!" Nakamori stared at the fishing line connecting the window and the door with wide eyes. It turned out that the canvas was just hanging on the fishing line, and it really looked like a painting.

"Mr. Ishikawa set up the surveillance camera himself. A camera of this precision cannot capture the fishing line, and the position and shooting angle are quite subtle. It's not that he didn't know to purchase more surveillance cameras, but he couldn't..."

Maori and Haruhito Kanhara, who had regained consciousness, entered the studio together.

"Only by leaving blind spots can we make some adjustments, right, Mr. Kanhara?"

Kanhara Haruhito opened his squinted eyes slightly, and looked at Takeyori Ikawa who was avoiding his gaze with a complicated expression, but he did not say anything.

Mao Li shook his head and continued, "The reason why there was a sound of the pen holder falling over when Officer Nakamori broke into the room was because of this fishing line. There was a coil at one end of the fishing line. Ikawa took the opportunity to talk to the guard to open the door and put the fishing line on the lock tongue, then passed it over the easel, and finally passed it through the middle of the stacked pen holders on the windowsill. He used the pen holders to make up for the height difference between the windowsill and the door, so that the fishing line remained level..."

"Outside the window, a fishing hook is used to hook a stone with a hole in it, and the fishing line is pulled in. As long as the door is opened, the fishing line will be pulled away by the stone, and the pen holder will hit the window to create the illusion that something has escaped from the window. The canvas will also be pulled open, making it look like the painting has been stolen..."

Maori looked at the pale-faced Iikawa Takerai: "The fishing line and the stone with holes were found under the window. Because there are often people fishing nearby, the fishing line is easily overlooked. There are stones everywhere under the villa, which is simply the best place to hide evidence...

"So there was no Kidd from the beginning, and maybe even the painting "Aoarai" didn't exist. Mr. Oikawa had no intention of publishing "Aoarai"..."

"It doesn't exist?!" Nakamori Ginzo looked as if he had seen a ghost. "You said the painting doesn't exist?"

"Although I don't know the reason, all the signs seem to be true. Mr. Ishikawa's goal is to prevent the publication of "Qinglan", and he just casually joined the plan to kill his father-in-law..."

Maori looked at Kanhara Haruhito who was squinting his eyes and not speaking: "Maybe Kanhara-san disagrees with Mr. Oikawa's plan, so he tried to talk to Mr. Oikawa again and again before...

"And the reason why Mr. Ishikawa kept delaying was to let Mr. Kanhara take the initiative to find an opportunity to come into the studio to find him. Because it would be more convenient for you two to talk in the studio, once Mr. Kanhara enters the studio, use the stun gun to stun him, and then wait for the power to go out..."

Mao Li calmly described: "Mr. Oikawa used a timer to set the high-power electrical appliances in the villa to start up at the same time to cause a power outage. If the police check carefully, they will probably find out. That's why the notice time this time is very tight, not leaving much time for the police or even me..."

"Hahaha," Oikawa Takerai laughed stiffly, "That's ridiculous. You actually said I wanted to kill my father-in-law... I didn't have a flashlight when the power went out. In such a dark environment, I didn't even know where my father-in-law fell..."

"That's why you took out your father-in-law's phone and even set it to silent mode, just so that you could use the light from the phone screen to kill people when you made a call in the dark..."

"enough!"

Iikawa Takeyori's face was distorted and he stared at Maori fiercely.

"Do you really have to slander me? I am a well-known person after all. Why do I have to do these things..."

"It's for my own reputation," Maori's eyes were stern, "You couldn't finish "Aoki Ran", so I had to use Kidd's name to make "Aoki Ran" disappear. If this matter is exposed, your painting career will end, so I plan to kill Mr. Kanhara to silence him..."

Oikawa Takeyori staggered back a few steps and turned to Kanhara Haruhito in despair: "You've told him everything, Dad? What can I do? It's all your fault! It's all because of you, Dad! It was you who insisted that I use the 'wind' that killed my wife as the theme of my painting..."

"Because of Mr. Kanhara?" Nakamori looked blankly at Kanhara Haruhito who had been keeping his head down and keeping silent.

"My original painting theme was snow, moon, and flowers. I painted it for my wife. Yes, the so-called four-part series was originally a three-part series, without any wind. But my father-in-law told the capitalist who bought Red Lotus and Gold... If he could buy Pure White at a high price, the next one, Blue Mist, would also belong to him..."

Oikawa Takeyori looked at Kanhara Haruhito with hatred and scolded him loudly while choking with sobs.

"Although it was to earn money for my wife's hospitalization, did you consider my feelings? My wife still didn't survive, and the purpose of my painting has disappeared. In the end, I still want to paint "Qinglan". I can only make "Qinglan" disappear, because I can't paint it at all!

"But Dad, you still want to expose me! You don't even consider my future!!"

"You are wrong, Mr. Oikawa," Maori looked at the silent old man Kanhara and interrupted, "Mr. Kanhara said nothing to protect you, and he never thought of exposing you beforehand..."

"What?" Oikawa was stunned.

"I saw it when I went to Mr. Kanhara's room," Maori pulled open the canvas behind him and showed a landscape painting to Oikawa, "It's the painting that will be put into the safe, and it's also the work that Mr. Kanhara is going to write for you, 'Blue Mist', the early summer breeze blowing through the green leaves..."

"How is this possible?" Iikawa looked at Kanhara in disbelief. "Dad's hands hurt, how can he still draw this?"

"It's his mouth. Mr. Kanhara is probably using his mouth to hold the pen to complete the painting. In order to match your style, he is almost painting with all his might..."

"But...why didn't you tell me?"

"You've probably been hesitating because you can't bring yourself to say it. No matter how good the painting is, it's a fake painted by someone else. Once it's exposed, your reputation will also be tarnished..."

Maori passed by old man Kanhara, paused, and still said nothing.

He could understand the desire to help someone close to him, but that didn't mean he could condone a crime. From the moment the plan was implemented, Takeyori Iikawa had already given up on his family ties.

Murdering loved ones for fame and fortune is unforgivable...

"call!"

The evening breeze blew through the mountains, and sirens were heard again outside the villa. Officer Megure, along with Takagi and others, struggled through the blockade of reporters and squeezed into the villa.

Although Kaito Kid did not show up, the news about the famous artist and the Iikawa family was still explosive. The number of reporters attracted by Kid did not decrease, but increased, to the point that Kid himself was a little jealous.

"This detective uncle is getting more and more powerful..."

Kuroba Kaito leaned against a tree trunk and looked at the villa, sighing.

After his true identity was exposed by Maori, the relationship between him and Maori became more and more subtle. He was almost defeated by Maori several times. Despite this, he still had no choice but to help Maori several times.

However, this was the first time that Maori came to his aid and indirectly helped him prove his innocence.

"See you next time, Uncle Detective."

Waving toward the window of the villa as a greeting, Kuroba Kaito turned around and disappeared into the forest.

By the window, while avoiding the flash lights of reporters, Maori immediately noticed the figure of Kuroba Kaito.

"Is it that pretentious thief?" Xiao Ai asked on tiptoe.

"It should be that guy. Only he would leave in such a suspicious manner."

Maori put his hands on his chest and looked at the forest. He was not surprised that Kuroba Kaito would come. This had happened many times before. Whenever he heard someone claiming to be Kaito Kidd, he would come to take a look.

The only exception was that this time he didn't act cool and leave in a high-profile manner on a hang glider like he did before.

"What then?" Xiao Ai leaned against the window and looked at the busy reporters, "Can't I get the commission fee?"

"I can't help it... You can't blame me, right? Not all clients are Oikawa Takeyori..."

"Yes, there are also victims."

"I mean usually..."

……

"Click, click, click!" At the entrance of the villa, with the appearance of Maori, the reporters were in a commotion again, flashing their cameras wildly, and some were even brave enough to pull them directly.

"Hey, hey, you guys, where are you touching?!"

Maori protected Ai and finally squeezed out of the crowd.

If it was just a simple murder case, even if it involved a well-known painter, there wouldn't be so many reporters. How much do they admire Kidd?

Mao Li wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked back at the Ikawa villa before getting in the car.

It was said that this was the villa that Haruhito Kanhara spent most of his fortune to build for the Ishikawa couple. This luxurious villa deep in the mountains fell silent again as the reporters left one after another.

15 years ago, Ishikawa's wife was seriously injured in a tornado during an overseas trip and remained in a coma for 10 years until her death 5 years ago. In order to earn money for his wife's hospitalization, Ishikawa worked hard to draw the "Setsugekka" trilogy, and this is how he became famous.

All of Ishikawa's fortune was spent on his wife, and he could only live on the income from the painting studio he ran at home.

He became a world-renowned painter in order to save his wife, but in the end he murdered his father-in-law to protect his reputation. Human nature is really complicated...

"Detective Mori," Iikawa Takeyori, who was being led to the police car, saw Mori escape from the reporters and hesitated in front of the camera, avoiding his gaze and said, "It may be a little late to say it now, but... I still want to thank you. You prevented me from doing something irreversible."

"nothing,"

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands and shrugged, "After all, I am a famous detective, and how can I let this kind of thing go unchecked."

".……Thanks."

Chapter 146: Rich girls always get into trouble in the same way

Fishing is a very serious topic for Maori.

Although he likes fishing and eating fish very much, perhaps because of his luck, he has never caught much fish. This was the case in the past. He didn't know what would happen today when he accompanied Professor Agasa and his party to Kanagawa.

Although Professor Agasa said it was the best place for fishing, even a fool can catch fish...

In Kanagawa Prefecture, at the breakwater, many fish spawn here, and there are also many fish looking for food to survive the winter.

However, not many people came to sea fishing that day. When Maori and the doctor took a boat to the breakwater, they were the only ones there.

"The rock formations here are complex and difficult to get into by boat, so most anglers don't know this is a good place to fish."

Dr. Agasa started showing off excitedly before he even got onto the embankment.

"We will definitely have a great harvest this time!"

“Even if there are a lot of fish…is it really okay to go fishing when it’s this cold?”

Maori was blown hard by the sea breeze and felt extremely bad, but Ayumi and the others next to him seemed quite expectant.

Especially Yuantai, this little fat guy had already thought about how to eat fish in the evening while he was still on the boat.

The breakwater is long and you can fish on both sides. There are also pillar-like cement blocks piled up on the side, which is also a good place for fishing. However, it is too dangerous for children, so only a fat uncle with glasses on the same boat sat on it to fish.

"Then I'll go back first."

The fisherman who was driving the boat was a big-faced uncle with thick eyebrows and dark skin. Like the fat uncle with glasses, he was quite familiar with Dr. Agasa. After everyone got on the levee, he left and said, "I'll pick you up at dinner time. It's the same as always. If you need anything, call me immediately. I'll be here in 20 minutes."