Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

"boom!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Officer Megure led a team into the room: "Don't move! We are the police!"

"what?"

Mrs. Xinming and the attending physician looked at the armed detectives at the door in surprise and were frightened.

"Mom!" Shinname Kaori shouted anxiously, "Are you okay?"

"Kaori?"

"What on earth is going on?" Inspector Megure was quite stunned. He looked at the newly named Rentaro on the bed and then looked around. "Where is the criminal?"

"Officer, there are no criminals,"

Shinmei Rentaro looked at Megure tiredly, "I'm sorry to have made you come here for nothing, but can you tell me how you found this place?"

"This……"

Officer Megure was stunned and said, "It was Brother Maori who said you left a code for help in there. Did you make a mistake?"

"Those codes were indeed left by me,"

A glimmer of glory bloomed again on the haggard face of Shinmei Rentaro, and he turned to Mori behind Megure as if he had returned to his last rays of light, "It turned out to be Detective Mori, this may be God's will, to let me see you before I die..."

"father!"

Xiang Baoli cried and fell to the bed, hugging her father tightly.

"Ms. Kaori," the attending physician said reluctantly, "Mr. Niina has advanced cancer, so he wanted to fulfill his last wish before he died. In order to make the code more realistic, he asked us to keep it secret from you..."

"Please forgive my willfulness,"

Shinmei Rentaro wiped away his daughter Kaori's tears with great effort and said to Maori and the others, "I know that the police might be alerted, but I really want to meet the first person who solved the code."

Maori looked at the old man's happy and satisfied smile like a child, and was somewhat speechless. But after thinking about it, he finally said:

"I hope you can find peace with this, and I hope we can all do the same."

"Detective Maori!"

Shinmei Rentaro's breathing suddenly became rapid, but his eyes flashed with an unprecedented light - he knew very well that the words Maori just said to him were exactly the lines he wrote in the first story of Detective Sawamonji, and he specially quoted them to pay tribute to the great detective Hercule Poirot.

It was great that at the last moment of his life, not only were his family members by his side, but his best readers were also standing before him...

"The story of Samonji may not be able to continue, but in reality, you, the famous detective, still exist. Thank you..."

"I should be the one thanking you,"

Mao Li walked to the bedside and lowered his head slightly. "It was the story of the detective Sawamonji that you told me that planted a seed in my heart many years ago..."

"That's great,"

Shinmei Rentaro laughed until his voice gradually became inaudible. "The reason why I resumed the series is actually because I saw your recent activity. Ahem, I really hope to see your reasoning again in the future..."

Amidst happy laughter, the famous detective novelist Niina Rentaro gradually closed his eyes and passed away peacefully with a smile on his face.

The attending doctor examined the patient silently and shook his head:

"He is dead."

"dad……"

Kaori Niina held her father's body and cried with her head down. Maori and Inspector Megure and others left the room to give the Niina family some space.

"I'm so sorry, Officer Megure,"

Mao Li walked to the corridor and apologized, "I didn't expect things to be like this. I'm sorry you made such a wasted trip. I'll treat everyone to coffee later."

"Nothing, you just want to be on the safe side."

Officer Megure was not angry, but patted Maori on the shoulder with emotion, "But then again, if it weren't for you, maybe Mr. Niname would never see anyone find this place until he died... Come on, Maori, don't give up halfway like you did when you first became a policeman, you must become a better detective!"

"I will!"

Mao Li thought of Mr. Niname's last words, took a deep breath, and left with Inspector Megure. After ordering a cup of coffee for the police officers at the hotel front desk, he took a taxi back to the detective agency.

Mao Li returned to the office and made himself a cup of tea. Before he could even take a sip——

"Buzz!"

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated and rang.

"Is that Detective Maori?"

After Mao Li answered the phone, the voice of the young man from the editorial department of the University Museum came from the other end, "We have heard about Mr. Niname's situation. If Detective Mao Li is free now, can we talk about cooperation? Of course, this is also what Ms. Kaori wanted..."

"Okay, where is the meeting place?"

……

Half an hour later, Mao Li, the young editor and another staff member met in a restaurant on Mihua Commercial Street and temporarily determined the cooperation plan.

According to the suicide note left by Niina Rentaro and her own wishes, Niina Kaori has decided to follow her father's example and truly embark on the path of writing detective novels. And Maori also learned that she had actually been working as her father's assistant before, and she had mature writing experience and even had an unfinished work.

As for the editorial department of Daigakukan, they hope that Maori can be on the cover of the next issue of the monthly magazine. After all, the famous detective novelist Shinmei Rentaro has passed away, and the famous detective Maori Kogoro recognized by the latter will undoubtedly attract a lot of attention and discussion.

"I'll be troubling you from now on, Detective Maori," the young editor bowed gratefully, "Thank you so much!"

"Give each other lots of advice."

Finally, Mao Li looked at the beginning of the unfinished work written by Shinna Kaori that the young editor had given him:

Zuo Wenzi suddenly saw a person, a middle-aged man.

He must be over 1.80 meters tall, holding a cigarette in his left hand, and carefully examining the wanted poster posted by the police.

Sawamonji had never seen this person before, but somehow he had the urge to communicate with him, so he walked forward.

"Excuse me, are you..."

The man had a mustache and was wearing a well-groomed suit, with a small tuft of hair hanging down from his forehead. Although it was only a flash, Sawamonji did see a gleam of brilliance in the other's eyes.

"Kamiya Kogoro."

The man turned around and introduced himself.

"Are you also interested in this wanted criminal?"

"Yes, he happened to be involved in a case I was investigating."

The man named Kamiya Kogoro said.

"Investigation case?"

"Yes, like you, I am also a detective."

The man raised his lips, and Sawamonji finally realized what that gleam of light in the man's eyes just now was about -

He behaved in the same way when he locked onto the murderer!

"Want to chat together?"

"of course can."

Chapter 61: Gambler Maori Stud Player Conan

Five days after the death of the famous detective novelist Niina Rentaro, a station wagon on a winding mountain road shrouded in darkness seemed quite lively.

Maori, Xiaolan and Haibara were sitting in the last row together. Conan, who was shamelessly trying to follow them, was sitting in the row in front of them, chatting excitedly with a few Sherlock Holmes fans.

“I like The Sign of Four the best!”

Conan was really enjoying the chat, raising his hands like a real kid.

"Yeah, The Sign of Four is indeed a masterpiece recognized by the whole world, little brother, you know a lot!"

"Little brother, do you know a lot of words?"

"It's okay~ Hehe~"

The other passengers in the car who were on this tour were all Sherlock Holmes fans. Seeing that Conan, a little kid, also liked Sherlock Holmes, they immediately liked him. And when they saw that the Maori people who were with Conan had not spoken, they couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What about you? Which work do you prefer?"

"Huh? Me?"

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and said, "To be honest, although I personally admire Sherlock Holmes, if we have to discuss detective novels, I prefer Murder on the Orient Express."

"…Agatha Christie and her Poirot are indeed a good pair, but they are not at all a match for Mr. Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes whom we admire, okay?"

The atmosphere in the van grew a little colder, and everyone who had been talking and laughing all looked at Maori with some displeasure.

"Why would you join our tour if you're not a Sherlock Holmes fan?"

"That's right, it ruined the atmosphere..."

"..."

……

Under the cover of night, the tour bus drove along the winding mountain road to our destination, a hotel located on a cliff.

It’s not as luxurious as the opera house, but it’s also a big house, a three-story villa with a garage.

When Maori and his group came over, another travel van also brought a lot of people over.

"Welcome to the McNoff Inn. I am the innkeeper Jingu who planned this trip."

The 51-year-old innkeeper, dressed in classic Sherlock Holmes attire, greeted everyone in the lobby with a smile, "Everyone gathered here today is a true Sherlock fan who has been strictly selected by me..."

"Huh! Is it really a strict selection? It doesn't seem so. Someone even said directly that Sherlock Holmes is not his favorite!"

A middle-aged man who was traveling with Maori snorted and looked at him coldly.

"Is there really such a person?"

The other group of people didn't know the situation yet and looked surprised.

"Here, that man with a mustache..."

"Isn't this the detective who's been famous recently? I've seen him on TV and in newspapers several times."

A young man wearing glasses suddenly spoke.

"That's right,"

The innkeeper, Kanaya, said with a smile, "This is the famous detective Maori Kogoro, known as the Akechi Kogoro of the Heisei era! In fact, after watching Mr. Maori's reasoning, I became his fan, so this time I specially invited him to be a special guest, hahahaha..."

As he spoke, Jin Gu stroked his beard and said seriously, "In my opinion, Mr. Maori is quite like Sherlock Holmes when he is reasoning and solving cases!"

"Humph,"

The man with glasses was dismissive of what Mr. Jingu said. He sneered at Maori and said, "Mr. Jingu, this Maori detective is indeed smart, but he is not comparable to Sherlock Holmes. And if it were me, I could solve those cases easily."

"That is to say, if we really want to compete, even Dr. Watson next to Holmes may not be able to beat him."

The one who was speaking was the female companion of the man with glasses - both of them were college students, and both were members of a mystery research club. The man with glasses was even the president of the club, and he thought that the cases seen on TV and in newspapers were nothing special.

Boss Jingu was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how good these two people were at reasoning, but they didn't give him face in front of so many people. He knew very well that they had low emotional intelligence, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Anyway, please spend the next three days well. Let me first tell you about our itinerary for the next few days..."

While Mr. Jingu was speaking, Maori leaned over and whispered to Conan:

"Hey, it's your turn as the number one Sherlock Holmes fan to give an objective assessment. Am I not even better than Dr. Watson?"

"Uncle, you are certainly better than Watson, much better."

Conan smiled sincerely, but then his tone changed drastically, and he continued speaking like an avid fan, "But forget about comparing with Sherlock Holmes. After all, he is Sherlock Holmes. There's nothing I can do about it."

Maori rolled his eyes - asking such questions to a Sherlock Holmes fan was really asking for trouble, especially since Conan was definitely the most loyal and fanatical Sherlock Holmes fan in this tour group, in Japan, or even in the world.

Huibara, who was standing by, saw the interaction between the two and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

……

After dinner, Boss Jingu emphasized to everyone again:

"Everyone, it's getting late. Please go back to your rooms and rest. Tomorrow morning we will have breakfast at nine o'clock, lunch at one o'clock, and dinner at eight o'clock. After dinner, we will have the highlight of the year - a super difficult reasoning quiz. Those who answer all the questions correctly will receive this book..."

Under the expectant gazes of many Sherlock Holmes fans, Mr. Jingu took an original English book with a smile: