Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

Outside of Yabuuchi Yoshifusa's bedroom, everyone gathered together and watched nervously as Hiromi walked into the room alone, holding a cup of tea.

These guys thought of a way to test whether there were any scars on the old man's legs...

Mao Li stood aside with his eyes half opened, looking at the photo of Yabuuchi Yoshifusa in his hand.

Because he was wearing a baseball cap and looked quite young, you really couldn't tell anything.

"Uncle Maori," Conan walked up to Maori in confusion, "You shouldn't just come to Gunma Prefecture for fun, right? Did someone invite you here?"

"You know that very well,"

Maori ruffled Conan's hair, "But this is a secret, don't try to trick me."

"If you don't say it, don't say it..."

Conan rolled his eyes and returned to the crowd. Hiromi Yabuuchi's test was not very clever. She pretended to accidentally spill tea on the old man's trouser leg, but it ended up causing a big misunderstanding.

The old man was very clear about the injury he suffered that year, and there was indeed a scar on his right leg.

"Grandpa," Conan saw this and took advantage of his status as a child to get closer to the old man, "Can you teach me how to write? How do you write 'Happy New Year'?"

"Hmm?" The old man was a little confused, but he didn't refuse. He took Conan's pen and the small notebook and wrote down a few Chinese characters "Happy New Year".

"what?!"

Everyone was shocked, and after leaving the old man's room, they started discussing seriously again.

"He wrote with his left hand just now. Is uncle originally left-handed?"

“I don’t have any impression…”

Mao Li followed beside him and said, "Since he also has a wound on his leg, do you still doubt him?"

"But that doesn't necessarily mean it's the same injury. Maybe it's just a coincidence that I got injured and I heard about my uncle's injury..."

"I think he's real," Conan interrupted. "In the photo in the warehouse, he's wearing a baseball glove on his right hand, which means he pitches with his left hand, which means he's left-handed, and his handwriting is the same."

"Character?"

"This is the postcard placed with the photo. It is a New Year's card sent by Grandpa Yoshifusa from Brazil," Conan compared the handwriting of the old man just now, "Look, 'Happy New Year' is written exactly the same."

"Did you ask him to write for comparison?" Everyone looked at Conan in surprise.

"Wow, Conan is so awesome, he really is the son of the world-renowned mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo!" exclaimed Hiromi Yabuuchi.

"Nothing," Conan said with a grin, "Actually, these are all taught to me by Uncle Maori."

"Hey...you really are worthy of being a famous detective." Everyone looked at Maori with admiration.

Maori's mouth twitched, he nodded, and said nothing.

Rather than Conan's attempt to pass the buck, he was more concerned about whether this old man could really be a fake?

Although the Brazilian youth next to him who was said to be a bodyguard looked quite imposing, he felt like just an ordinary person, not a master. On the contrary, the old man himself seemed a little unusual.

This seems a bit suspicious...

In the warehouse, Maori turned on the lights and carefully checked the places that everyone had searched.

Even if Yoshifusa Yabuuchi took most of his things with him when he moved to Brazil, he should have been in contact over the years, but no one knew about the most important letters.

I believe that if there is such a letter, the old man’s identity can be confirmed.

But what should he do if the old man’s is fake?

"Ok?"

After paying special attention, Maori indeed found a secret door, inside which was safely stored a bundle of airmail letters from Brazil.

"That's all..."

……

As night fell, a strange man in a coat appeared outside the house, stepping on fallen leaves amid the rustling sound of the wind, and looked through the gap in the back door at the lighted warehouse.

With a hat, sunglasses and a scarf around his neck, his appearance was completely unrecognizable.

Mao Li put the letter back to its place, closed the warehouse door, turned back as if he sensed something, but saw nothing.

"anyone there……"

Everyone in the bedroom had already started preparing for dinner. When Mr. Yifang was about to go out to eat, he found Maoli waiting at the door.

"Mr. Tanaka, can we have a good talk?" Maori looked at the old man and said calmly.

He had read the contents of the letter. Surprisingly, the real Yabuuchi Yoshifusa had died half a year ago, and the Mr. Tanaka in front of him was just his good friend.

This time, Yabuuchi Yoshifusa's brother, Yabuuchi Yoshichika, who made the will, also planned to give part of his inheritance to his brother's only son because his brother had passed away.

The real heir to the estate turned out to be the Brazilian youth Carlos.

Maori couldn't help but look at the young man with brown skin and thick lips. If the letters hadn't mentioned that he was the son of Yabuuchi Yoshifusa and a Brazilian woman, he would never have thought of it.

Heiji may be a bit dark, but he is still Asian. Although Maori often teases him that he is from Africa, this young man is almost indistinguishable from a Brazilian...

"I underestimated you, Detective Maori," the old man said solemnly, "it seems you already know it."

"But you don't want to embezzle the inheritance, do you?" Mao Li and the old man sat down face to face.

"I decided to be Carlos' bodyguard when I received the threatening letter," the old man sighed, "Because if those guys knew about Carlos, Carlos would definitely be in danger, so I wanted to attract attention myself, so that I can protect Carlos until the will is announced..."

The old man paused, looked at Mao Li seriously and said, "Detective Mao Li, please help keep this matter confidential, at least until we find the two threatening guys."

On the other side in the cafeteria, Hiromi Yabuuchi prepared a sumptuous hot pot for dinner.

"Strange, where are Uncle Yoshifusa and Detective Mori?"

"I'll go call them!" Conan stood up on his own initiative. Just at this moment the door was opened, and Maori came in with the old man and Carlos.

Chapter 186 The Mysterious Man in Sunglasses

"Oh?" The old man said in surprise, "Let's eat hot pot today. This way I can rest assured. I don't need Carlos to test the poison for me..."

"Uncle," Yabuuchi Hiromi said awkwardly, "The threatening letter must be just a prank!"

"Hmph, that's great!" The old man sat down with a stern face, and asked Maori to sit on the other side.

Conan blinked: Strange, why is he so nice to Uncle Maori...

During the meal, a phone call suddenly came in. Hiromi Yabuuchi picked up the landline at the table, and suddenly a noisy voice rang in the cafeteria.

"It's my aunt calling...Aunt, what's wrong?"

"Have we run out of firewood for bathing today?"

"Well, so I was thinking about not taking a bath today..."

"I just want to tell you that I have bought the firewood and put it next to the warehouse..."

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, as well as men's flirting voices. It seemed like a cocktail party.

"Is your aunt out?" Maori asked curiously when he saw Yabuuchi Hiromi hang up the phone.

"My aunt went to attend a friend's wedding," Yabuuchi Hiromi felt a little embarrassed and said helplessly, "It seems that she has a new man..."

"Dad just died, and she's still in such a good mood!" Guangmei's younger brother Yixing cursed.

"Forget it, I'll go boil some water," Yabuuchi Hiromi nodded and smiled at Maori, "Detective Maori, you can take a bath after dinner."

"Thank you, but I don't need it."

Mao Li smiled and waved his hand. He was not used to taking a bath in other people's homes, and he forgot to bring a change of clothes.

It was already nine o'clock after dinner, and the water was almost boiled. The old man was the first to be called to take a shower. As for the nominal bodyguard, he stayed in the cafeteria with everyone with the purpose of monitoring everyone.

Maori and Carlos sat together. The old man had privately asked him to protect Carlos. Although it didn't look like anything would happen now, it was still necessary to be prepared.

As for the old man himself, except for Yabuuchi Machiko who was out attending a wedding, the rest of the people were in the cafeteria, so there shouldn't be any problems. Besides, the old man was also quite skilled. He was a Brazilian judo master...

More than ten minutes later, the Japanese-style French door was suddenly pushed aside, and the old man appeared at the door, steaming all over, with a slightly gloomy face: "Detective Maori, can you come out for a moment?"

"Ok?"

In the bathhouse, Maori followed the old man and looked at a corpse in a raincoat beside the bathtub with a subtle expression.

The kitchen knife went straight through his chest, killing him in one blow...

"She just called from the cocktail party and said she would be back around 11 o'clock. Why is she here?"

Mori squatted down, looked at Yabuuchi Machiko's horrible face in confusion, his eyes wide open, and died in great shock.

"I'm not sure either," the old man said in a deep voice, "When she rushed towards me with a knife, I subconsciously used judo to counterattack. By the time I reacted, she was already dead..."

"No matter what, this is legitimate defense. There shouldn't be any problem if I surrender to the police."

The old man's face was slightly shocked: "But Carlos..."

"Don't worry. In addition to being a detective, I'm also a special consultant for the Metropolitan Police Department. I know a lot of good police officers there. They should be able to help you." Maori stood up and nodded. "As for Carlos... leave it to me. I'll be his bodyguard until you come back."

The old man was silent for a while, then smiled. "I didn't really like private detectives before, but if it's Detective Maori, I think I can trust you. I'll trouble you, Carlos, but he doesn't know Japanese very well. Detective Maori, do you speak Portuguese?"

"Well, well..."

……

Due to the sudden incident, everyone was unable to continue taking a bath and had to wait until the Gunma Prefecture police arrived.

There was only one rookie detective available at the Gunma Prefectural Police Station. Yes, it was that sharp-mouthed and timid police officer, Yamamura So, a super unreliable guy who was scared to death just by seeing a dead body. Fortunately, Officer Megure also came all the way to help send Mr. Tanaka to the Gunma Prefectural Police Station.

"Sorry to trouble you this time, Officer Megure." Maori thanked Megure as he looked at Megure who was helping the old man into the police car.

"Nothing." Officer Megure nodded, "Don't worry, Maori, I will help take care of this old man."

"Detective Maori," Mr. Tanaka said to Maori and the others while sitting in the police car, "If I can't come back tomorrow, Carlos will attend the will presentation as my representative."

"I believe it won't be long before the old man comes back." Mao Li watched the police car leave and fell into deep thought again.

Although Yamamura Sou was not very reliable, he still knew how to conduct basic investigations, and Yabuuchi Machiko's criminal plan was soon figured out.

In addition to the tools used in the crime, such as the raincoat and the kitchen knife, a tape with a recording of the noisy sounds at the cocktail party was also found on Machiko Yabuuchi's body. In addition, a car from the Yabuuchi family was also parked in the woods behind the house.

Apparently, Yabuuchi Machiko left the party early and drove to the woods behind, pretending to be calling from the party to create an alibi, while she secretly sneaked into the bathhouse and planned to murder "Yoshifusa Yabuuchi".

That's roughly what happened. In any case, it is absolutely true that Yabuuchi Machiko premeditated the murder, but she was killed by the old man in the end.

No matter how perfect the murder plan is, the difference in strength makes everything seem a little ridiculous...

However, there are two people who threaten her, and even if Yabuuchi Machiko is one of them, there is still one person hiding in the dark. Before the will is officially announced, no one knows what will happen.

Maori's mind flashed through the minds of all the parties involved in this inheritance.

All four of them are possible, including Hiromi Yabuuchi, who invited her old friend Yukiko, and her husband, and then there is Yoshiyuki Yabuuchi and his wife.

No, there is another suspicious guy.

He had always felt as if someone was watching him from the dark.

"It's so late now," Yabuuchi Hiromi came back to her senses and said, "The bath water is cold now. Do you want me to heat it again..."

Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki grumbled, "Come on, sister, my second mother died there, who would dare to take a bath there?"

"That's true..." Yabuuchi Hiromi was depressed for a moment, and just as she was about to go back to the room, she suddenly looked at the back door and screamed, "Ah! There... there seems to be a person wearing sunglasses at the back door!"

! !

"What?" Everyone walked to the door. There was nothing behind the slightly open wooden door, and there was only a cold and deserted space outside.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong? Maybe someone just forgot to close the door..."

"No, I saw it too!" Conan said solemnly, "There was a suspicious figure peeking at the back door just now!"

"Could it be that person?" The faces of everyone in the Yabuuchi family suddenly turned ugly.

"That person?" Maori's interest was piqued, and his intuition told him that this person was the key to another prisoner.

"He is my mother's brother who died fifteen years ago," Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki looked at the ancient well and the camellia tree by the back door with a gloomy face, "My mother fell into this well accidentally while trying to pick camellia flowers from that tree. Although it was just an accident, my mother's brother always believed that someone pushed her in..."

Maori walked to the ancient well with a wooden fence and said, "But will I really fall in like this?"

"We added these fences later," Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki gritted his teeth and said, "If it was him, would the inheritance also be given to him?"

"According to the law, he should have no right of inheritance, right?"

"But what if Dad mentioned him in his will?"