Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki was in a bad mood: "I'm going back to bed."

Maori watched everyone return to their rooms in silence, then turned to Carlos and said, "Carlos, please stay with me for a while."

The tall Carlos didn't react. He just looked at Maori with a little doubt and straightened his chest honestly.

"I almost forgot you only understand Portuguese..."

Maori held his head with his hands, even though he knew some foreign languages, he really couldn't speak Portuguese...

I should have brought the universal humanoid translator Ai with me earlier...

However, it seems that Mr. Tanaka had told Carlos something before he left. Although the Brazilian youth could not understand what he said, he still followed him like a bodyguard.

"Ok?"

Maori took a step forward, then suddenly squatted down by the back door and picked up a cigarette butt from the fallen leaves.

It should be the person that Mrs. Guangmei saw...

It is not yet known whether it is the person from fifteen years ago. If he received a threatening letter like the old man, it is understandable that he would hide his tracks.

only……

Putting away the cigarette butt, Maori turned his gaze to the warehouse opposite and found that the door outside the warehouse was actually open.

He had indeed felt a gaze before, and it seemed that it was not that simple. Could it be a private detective? If it was a private detective, this person must be very extraordinary...

Maori took Carlos into the warehouse and immediately found the place where the airmails were stored.

"Gone?!"

Looking at the empty secret compartment, Maori's eyes narrowed slightly.

If it was Mrs. Yabuuchi's brother fifteen years ago, would he have any reason to take the airmail without permission?

Mao Li turned around and looked around the warehouse again, and found a small amount of cigarette ash on the floor in the light.

It's that person!

Apparently, the other party had spent quite a lot of time in the warehouse. It should be after he investigated the warehouse...

......

The next day.

"I thought so..." Conan muttered as he looked at Carlos who was like a bodyguard behind him, "It turns out that it was Mr. Yifang who asked you to come here, uncle."

There is nothing to hide from Conan now, Mao Li said: "I have no choice, because several people in this family sent threatening letters, so I came to help investigate."

"How many people?" Conan asked in surprise, "Isn't it just Mrs. Machiko?"

"That's right," Mori looked at the Yabuuchi family members who had gathered on the other side, "There is still one person among them who is plotting something. As for whether he will back down because of what happened to Machiko's wife last night, it's hard to say. I hope nothing else will happen."

Until the lawyer who was responsible for announcing the will arrived in the evening, the Yabuuchi family was quite calm, as if the intimidator was really frightened by the death of Mrs. Machiko. During this time, Mori entered the warehouse again and discovered that someone was staying on the beam through the faint smell of smoke in the air, but he did not point it out.

Under Carlos's puzzled gaze, Maori smiled and gently closed the warehouse door, then went to the bedroom to wait with a calm expression.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, thanks to the help of Inspector Megure, Mr. Tanaka also rushed back to the Yabuuchi family in time and went to the Buddhist temple with everyone to participate in the announcement of the will.

"Thank you for your hard work, Detective Maori." The old man still did not reveal his true identity. After nodding to Maori, he walked into the Buddhist hall with Carlos.

Because the old man was the elder, he was arranged to sit at the long table in the Buddhist hall, while Maori, Conan and other outsiders were arranged to sit on several cushions on the side.

"Hey, Uncle Maori," Conan knelt on the futon and looked around in confusion, "Did you hear any strange noises?"

"sound?"

Maori listened around and suddenly a faint sound came into his ears.

"Tick-tock!" As everyone in the hall quieted down, the sound in the dark became clearer and clearer...

"What is this?" Maori's eyes narrowed slightly.

This sound is so familiar. If I am not mistaken, it should be the sound of a clock ticking...

The old lawyer wearing reading glasses put a tape recorder on the table and said with a light cough: "Then let's start reading. Mr. Yabuuchi has prepared an extra tape of the will in advance..."

"Please wait a moment!" Maori stood up in the surprised gaze of everyone, and looked around the long table with a serious expression.

"What, what's wrong, Detective Maori?"

Mrs. Guangmei and the others looked at Mao Li in confusion, and Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki said impatiently: "What are you doing? At a time like this..."

"Shut up!" the old man yelled, looking at Maori with sharp eyes, "Don't disturb Detective Maori!"

"What? You two are just in the same boat..." Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki turned his head away in dissatisfaction. He felt that Mori seemed to have been bribed by the old man. He did not make any effort to investigate the old man. Instead, he was helping the old man.

Mao Li stopped in front of the tea cabinet at the door and suddenly asked, "Did you hear that sound?"

"What?" Everyone was confused and asked, "What's that sound?"

Maori did not explain, but carefully opened the tea cabinet. Suddenly, a crossbow with a clock fixed on it appeared in front of him. The bowstring was taut and the crossbow arrow was ready to be fired. Behind it was a timing device arranged through the clock, and the ticking sound came from here.

Maori covered his face with a handkerchief and quickly removed the crossbow arrow to disarm the mechanism, but he did not move the crossbow.

This device is not a simple mechanical device, it also has circuits, so it must have taken quite some time to set up...

"Crossbow?! What's going on?" Seeing Maori taking out the crossbow arrow, everyone at the scene was shocked.

"Who on earth did this? There's even a timer!"

"It must be that guy!" Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki was still frightened, "It must be the guy wearing sunglasses yesterday. He must still hate our Yabuuchi family, so..."

"Strange," Conan's clear childish voice interrupted the discussion in the Japanese-style room, "There are so many small holes on the tatami here!"

Chapter 187: Edogawa Conan Disappears

"A small hole?"

The compartments are separated by traditional Japanese paper doors, and the tatami with a small hole is facing the tea cabinet.

"Did that guy test-fire it?"

"That's right," Maori compared the crossbow and the arrow, and found that they matched. He nodded and said, "The murderer who set up the crossbow was targeting Uncle Yoshifusa who was sitting in the upper seat from the beginning."

“Humph,” the old man sneered, “I knew there was someone out there who wanted to kill me!”

"But there's no reason," Mrs. Guangmei said puzzledly, "Uncle Yifang wasn't even here 15 years ago, how could that person..."

"Because he is not your mother's brother at all!" Maori took out a cigarette butt wrapped in a handkerchief and put it on the table, his eyes inadvertently turning to the door.

"Am I right, a detective who spent a day sleeping in the warehouse beams?"

"This is..." Yukiko picked up the cigarette butt and looked at it in surprise, her eyes widened involuntarily.

"Brother Maori, you are wrong about one thing. I am not a detective." The door of the Buddhist temple was opened, and a man with his face covered appeared at the door. He took off his sunglasses and hat in a hoarse voice, "Although I do the work of a detective, I am just a novelist."

"Novelist?"

"Dad?!" Conan looked at the person who came in surprise. He never expected it to be Kudo Yusaku.

Maori shrugged, looking at the handsome middle-aged version of "Shinichi" in front of him, not knowing what to say.

OK, OK, you are a novelist...

"I have something to do..." Kudo Yusaku glanced at Yukiko who turned her head away in anger, and smiled at Maori, "I was originally thinking of helping with the investigation, but now it seems a bit redundant. Mr. Tanaka hired an excellent private detective."

"Mr. Tanaka?" Everyone else in the room, including Conan, looked at Kudo Yusaku in confusion.

"Brother Maori should know this much better than me. Once you listen to the contents of the will tape, you will know what is going on," Kudo Yusaku nodded to the old lawyer, "Please play it for everyone to listen to."

"Oh, okay." The old lawyer looked dazed. He finally came to his senses and pressed the play button under everyone's anxious gaze, but found that there was no sound.

"Ah, it turns out I put it the wrong way around... Sorry, sorry, wait a moment."

"..."

It took the old lawyer a while to adjust the tape and play it again. His confused look made people anxious. Mao Li was really worried that the old man would switch the play button to record, and then all the last words in the tape would be destroyed.

"My estate will be inherited by the following six people," the tape was recorded without any problems, and an old man's voice echoed in the Japanese-style room, "my wife Machiko, my daughter Hiromi, my son-in-law Hidekazu, my son Yoshiyuki, my daughter-in-law Keiko... and Carlos... the estate will be divided equally among the above six people..."

"Carlos?!"

Everyone looked at the Brazilian youth Carlos in disbelief.

"Why is uncle's name not there? Isn't Carlos uncle's bodyguard?"

"The truth is just the opposite, because this old man is the bodyguard who came from Brazil specifically for Carlos," Kudo Yusaku took out the airmail letters from his arms, "Mr. Yabuuchi Yoshifusa passed away six months ago, leaving behind only his only son Carlos, and this old man is actually a friend who ran a farm with Mr. Yabuuchi Yoshifusa."

Yusaku Kudo looked at the silent old man in shock. "I asked my friend in the Brazilian police station to help investigate. A tornado destroyed the farm 10 years ago and injured the old man's right leg. Mr. Yoshifusa lost his left hand, so he has been asking the old man to write letters for him... The matter is clearly written in these airmails. Am I right, Mr. Tanaka?"

"He is Tanaka? Could it be that this famous detective Maori Kogoro was hired by him from the beginning?" Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki turned to Maori angrily, "Damn it! Did you know everything from the beginning?"

Maori looked calm: "It doesn't matter anymore. Now let's see who set up the crossbow."

Yabuuchi Yoshiyuki's expression froze, and he asked in a deep voice, "Do you already know who the murderer is?"

"Yeah, it can't be Mr. Yusaku, right?"

"Regarding this point," Mao Li paused and looked at everyone present, "Almost all the people who knew in advance that the will was published in the temple are here. As long as the police investigate, they can find out the source of the crossbow and the timing device. These things are so special that it is not difficult to find them out if there is a suspect."

"Once the police find out, that would be..."

"Stop talking, it's me, I did it!" Yabuuchi Keiko suddenly collapsed to the ground in a cold sweat, "I installed the crossbow, I just wanted to scare him..."

The final events were not too complicated. The police came again to take Keiko Yabuuchi away, and the will officially became legally effective, so there would be no more trouble.

After a night's rest, Conan and his family planned to leave early the next morning. Maori had no intention of staying, and he couldn't stay for long without a change of clothes.

What's more, there is no reason for him to stay in this place for a long time.

At the gate of Yabuuchi's residence, Mori said goodbye to old man Tanaka and Carlos. The big Brazilian youth seemed to know nothing and just saw Mori off with a big boy's smile on his face.

Maori didn't understand Portuguese, so he could only smile, waved to Carlos and the old man, and said in English, "Goodbye, Carlos, Mr. Tanaka, come to Tokyo when you have time."

As they were about to set off, the Kudo couple were also saying goodbye to the Yabuuchi family on the other side of the door. The grumpy Yukiko seemed to be acting coquettishly towards Kudo Yusaku, and in the end, she got on the motorcycle with Kudo Yusaku with an unhappy but happy look on her face.

"Shinichi, what are you doing?" Yukiko waved at Conan who was beside Maori and shouted, "If you don't hurry up, we will leave you behind!"

"coming!"

Conan looked at his mother Yukiko speechlessly, hurriedly got on the motorcycle, and the family of three left along the country path.

"Let's go first, Maori!"

Mao Li watched them go away, shook his head and smiled, then silently started his car and followed them.

……

A week later, on Tuesday evening, at a golf course in a certain country

The golf ball rolling on the fresh grass landed very accurately on the hole.

"Nice fight!"

A tall man with a beard under his nose shouted and walked towards the hole with the short and fat old man who had just hit the ball.

"It seems the CIA has also taken some action, right?" the short and fat man asked the tall man.

"It seems that they have been targeting me, but this is not a problem."

"Can that Japanese be trusted?"

The short fat man asked as he picked up the golf ball that had fallen into the hole. The tall man nodded as he swung his club in the air and hit his golf ball. The golf ball rolled towards the hole... and after turning around the edge, it also fell into the hole.

"Well done!" the short and fat man applauded.

"He is a person known as the Legend Killer in Japan, not just some random person."

The tall man answered as he picked up the golf ball from the hole. Then he raised his head and looked at the short and fat man's face. "The price is quite high."

"Money makes the world go round..." The short and fat man smiled slightly.

"Yes."

The tall man's face remained expressionless as he answered firmly. Then, his face suddenly became serious and he lowered his head to look at the golf ball in his hand.

"This way, I can let that man have a taste of something more painful than death in this world."

......