Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

Conan suggested, "Go to the police station and ask and you'll find out the address."

……

"This is the fifth one already. It reminds me of when I was a police officer..."

Maori walked listlessly on the streets of Beihu. The rain had stopped by now, but the sky was still gloomy.

"Okay, Dad," Xiaolan said, encouragingly, "There are only eight left, keep going!"

Maori went up to talk to the ninth family, the Ito family.

"Hello, may I ask..."

"No, no! I hate mustaches the most!"

"Eh? A kid with a Kansai accent? I've never been here before... Are you the Akechi Kogoro from the Heisei era?"

"A high school student from Osaka? Koshien?"

"I don't know! Don't make excuses to come here. It's disgusting to see people like you!"

"Boys and girls with Kansai accents? They didn't come to my house..."

This time, a fat woman wearing glasses came out, holding a Siamese cat in her arms. She smiled kindly and said, "I'm sorry I can't help you. It was raining and I stayed at home all day..."

"what!"

Xiaolan suddenly exclaimed, looking at the lawyer badge on the fat woman's collar with joy, "Are you lawyer Ito Misari? I've heard about you from my mother! She said that you always take on any case at a very low price!"

"Really?" the fat woman asked in surprise, "Is your mother also a lawyer?"

"um, yes!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Maori pulled Xiaolan away and continued to ask the fat woman, "By the way, do you know if there is a suspicious family named Ito around here?"

"A suspicious family?" the fat woman thought. "If that's the case, I heard that there's a house behind the elementary school in Go-chome with a nameplate of Ito hanging on the door. It's completely turned into ruins, but the children said that there were two men who looked like homeless people coming in and out..."

"Yes, that's it!" Maori said happily, "They must have gone there! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome……"

The fat woman watched Maoli leave with a smile, touched the meowing Siamese cat in her arms, and then went into the house and closed the door.

"Are you hungry? But you have to wait a moment. Mom is very busy. I will prepare dinner for you after I finish my work..."

Conan followed Maori to the gate of the courtyard, stopped and watched the fat woman enter the house silently.

"Uncle," Conan said with a smile on his face, "You've also noticed something's wrong, right?"

"That Siamese cat looks funny."

"..."

The fat woman walked up the stairs, put down the attic ladder, and creaked up to the dim attic space. Her face gradually became gloomy. She looked at Hattori and sneered, "Why did you become like this? Weren't you quite handsome just now?"

The long-haired gangster grabbed Hattori's hair and straightened his bruised face: "This kid just wanted to shout loudly, so he suffered a little!"

"Really? This arrogant Osaka kid should be made to understand his situation thoroughly..." The fat woman walked up to the embarrassed Hattori, "But it's really surprising, who would have thought that this kid knew Maori Kogoro? You have quite a wide circle of friends, right, high school detective Hattori Heiji?"

Hattori forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the fat woman, panting and not saying a word.

"Still being stubborn?" The fat woman sneered as she sat on Nanchuan. "In fact, I invited you to my house because I am optimistic about your ability. Please help me solve the code set by this gray mouse-like detective... Hehe, don't you think it's funny? This guy actually came to lecture me, saying, 'I have evidence that you guided financial figures to evade taxes. If you don't want it to be made public, stop it'..."

The fat woman looked at the dead pig-like Nanchuan with disgust: "He has confessed. The tape as evidence is now in the safe of Dongdu Bank. Just in case, he designed the 7-digit password of the safe as a secret code. Unfortunately, he died before he could explain clearly. It just so happened that you called at this time..."

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Hattori said with a forced smile, "I can't hear you clearly because of my tinnitus. Can you think it over and say it again? Who is the gray mouse..."

"You bastard!"

The big man's face changed, and he punched Hattori hard in the stomach: "This guy has no idea what's going on. Cut off his ears that can't hear clearly!"

Kazuha was horrified: "No, Heiji!"

"Ding Dong!" The ringing of the doorbell interrupted the noise in the attic, and the fat woman and several others stopped what they were doing.

"I'll go check it out and be back soon. Keep their mouths shut!"

The fat woman went downstairs cursing.

"Really? Why are there so many customers today? Here they come!"

"Sorry," Maori looked at the fat woman who opened the door with a smile, "because there is something I don't understand..."

"Oh?" The fat woman asked in surprise, "What's the problem, Mr. Maori?"

"They are shoe prints. There are muddy shoe prints everywhere at the entrance. There should be a lot of guests today, right?"

"Well, actually, before the rain stopped, a client of a lawsuit I was handling came with his family, but they stood at the door and talked for a while before leaving. Now I'm alone..."

"Where are the sneaker prints?" Mao Li walked straight into the entrance and asked, "There are only footprints from entering the house, but no footprints from leaving... Is there really only one lawyer in the house?"

The fat woman's eyes suddenly narrowed as she looked at Maori who was looking around the house, and closed the door with a sullen face.

"These are the prints of my running shoes. The shoes have been wiped clean and hung up in the bathroom, so..."

"Didn't the lawyer stay home all day because it was raining?"

"Yes, yes. It rained when I was running." The fat woman smiled stiffly. "Are you friends with those two Osaka high school students? If I want to find them, I should..."

"I'm too lazy to look for that charcoal-faced guy. Where that idiot goes is none of my business..."

"Bang!!" A noise suddenly came from the attic, and Maori and the fat woman were stunned at the same time.

"Is there anyone else upstairs?"

Maori walked up the stairs and saw a gun pointed at the back of the ladder that had fallen from the attic.

"Don't move!" The fat woman looked unhappy. "What are you doing? Why are you so curious?"

"I can't help it," Mao Li raised his hands and smiled helplessly, "As detectives, how can we not have a little curiosity?"

The fat woman shouted in a deep voice: "Go up, I'll kill you if you dare to mess around!"

"Calm down. You can't run away even if we get shot at you in a place like this." Maori climbed up the ladder obediently.

It was still the same dim attic. When Maori appeared with his hand raised, Hattori stared stupidly, completely dazed.

"What's wrong with you, uncle!" Seeing Maori's dry laugh, Hattori couldn't help but said angrily, "You can't save anyone and you've got yourself involved!"

"Shut up!"

The long-haired gangster knocked Hattori hard, glared at Mao Li and asked the fat woman who followed him: "Lawyer, what should we do now?"

There were two gangsters, a fat woman, and two pistols. Hattori and Kazuha had their arms tied behind their backs, and a man was lying next to them, whose life or death was unknown. He should be the Kusukawa.

Mao Li took in the situation in the entire attic and comforted the criminals, "At most, a little devil will come back to find me. It's easy to get rid of."

The fat women looked at Mao Li as if he were a fool. Just as they were considering how to deal with the situation with gloomy faces, the doorbell rang again downstairs.

"you……"

Several people looked at Mao Li again in surprise and doubt.

"Let's go and have a look," Maori shrugged, "It's really just a little kid..."

The fat woman cursed inwardly and said helplessly: "Keep an eye on him, I'll go down and take a look!"

"Don't play tricks, little bastard!"

The long-haired gangster handed Hattori to the fat man with a turban next to him, and reached out to grab Mori with a ferocious look on his face. The moment he got close, he suddenly felt something was wrong and wanted to step back, but it was too late.

Maori grinned, twisted his arm to grab the long-haired gangster, slammed the gangster's head hard on the attic floor, and snatched the pistol.

"What?" The fat woman turned around with her eyes wide open.

"boom!"

Mao Li knocked the trigger of the fat woman's gun off with his backhand. He ignored the fat woman who was covering her fingers and screaming. Taking advantage of the gap in suppressing the long-haired gangster, he pointed the gun at the completely stunned fat man in the headscarf and said, "Stand aside."

"Okay, okay! Don't shoot!" The fat man with the turban came to his senses, held his head with his hands in fear and walked to the side, cold sweat on his face.

"and many more!"

"Ah?! W-What's going on…"

"Uncuff them first." Maori pointed at Hattori who was being tortured badly next to him.

"I'll start right away..."

The fat man with the turban knelt down beside Hattori and opened the handcuffs with a trembling voice. A flattering look appeared on his ugly fat face, but the next moment he was knocked unconscious by Hattori and Kazuha who had escaped from the trap.

The fat woman was sweating profusely from the pain. She barely opened her eyes and saw that her two men had been subdued. She gritted her teeth and said, "Who are you?"

"The famous detective Maori Kogoro, you call him Mr. Maori, don't you know?"

Hattori wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, handcuffed several gangsters, and glanced at Mao Li unhappily, "I say, uncle, you knew I was here from the beginning, right?"

Kazuha also looked at Maori with curiosity.

"No, I just came back to check because I felt a little strange..." Maori glanced at the fat woman who looked like a fat worm, "Who knew that you would fall into the hands of such a person? You are so useless that you can't even protect Kazuha..."

"I..." Hattori's eyebrows twitched and he gritted his teeth.

Damn it, why can’t I be happy at all after being saved by this guy?

Chapter 157 Red Horse

At the Mouri Detective Agency, it started raining again at night, so Conan followed Hattori and Kazuha here to have a free meal.

"So that's it,"

Compared to Hattori who looked unhappy, Kazuha talked with relish, "When Heiji and I were at our wits' end, the uncle and Conan came back to save us. The fat woman's expression was so funny, she said things like 'Why are there so many customers today' and 'Still coming'... She looked like she had lost all hope in life in the end, haha!"

Hattori bit his chopsticks, his face darkening, and finally burst out: "Come on, what do you mean there is no way at all? I almost found a way to deal with those guys!"

"Really?" He Ye asked suspiciously, "They clearly said before that someone would come to rescue us, and they confidently said that they would definitely come..."

"What I did was..." Hattori was a little bit unable to argue with Kazuha, and twitched his eyes at Maori and Conan who were grinning beside him.

Looking angrily at Mori who was eating, Hattori suddenly thought of something and took out the code paper with a sly smile.

"But speaking of which, uncle," Hattori coughed lightly, "this thing will definitely interest you."

"what?"

Mao Li took the code paper curiously and his brows jumped instantly.

"This is……"

"Yes, this is the code designed by Mr. Kusukawa to hide the 7-digit password. The reason why those guys imprisoned me was to make me decipher the code, although it is not difficult."

Hattori continued eating with an expression of helplessness, and the smug look between his brows made Maori frown again.

"It's a very interesting code. Uncle, you can try it too."

"Let me see……"

Mao Li looked down at the letters and numbers arranged like a matrix on the paper.

Xiao Ai at the side asked curiously: "By the way, why did Nanchuan go to the lawyer's house after finding the evidence? Even if it was blackmail, a phone call would be enough, right?"

"It seems that the old woman had taken care of Mr. Nanchuan's wife before. When his wife was defrauded, the old woman helped her. Nanchuan admired the old woman very much, so he planned to persuade her..."

Hattori explained casually.

"I know what's going on,"

Before Mao Li could say anything, Conan said excitedly, "Mr. Kusukawa likes gambling, right? If we regard the A, J, Q, and K in the code as playing cards, we can rewrite them as numbers and put them together to form a set of 64 numbers from 1 to 9. Most of them are numbers from 1 to 6, with only one 9 in the middle. After removing the 9, the remaining 63 numbers can be divided into 7 groups, each with 9 numbers from 1 to 6..."

"Uh-huh."

Maori nodded in agreement with a straight face.

"That's the only number from 1 to 6 in gambling, right?" Conan confirmed, "It's the dice. If you arrange the seven groups of numbers into a 3*3 digital array and replace the numbers with the points on the dice... the red dot on 1 is the most conspicuous, and it looks like a pair of big dice. The big dice will show the numbers 3156024..."

Hattori frowned gloomily and ate a few mouthfuls of rice.

He just got the inspiration...

"Oh, right," Hattori recalled, "Before Mr. Kusukawa was sent to the hospital, he asked me for something. He said someone spotted a suspicious figure sneaking around a house in Haido-machi 4-chome in the middle of the night. He might be related to a serial arsonist. He asked him to investigate and asked if I was willing to take over... What is a serial arsonist?"