Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

Hattori looked at the car behind him through the rearview mirror with frustration.

Originally he planned to get a few police cars, but no matter what Maori said, he insisted on renting a car temporarily, and in the end Conan was the only one left in the police car.

Seeing that Conan was still there, Hattori felt better: "Little boy, you still have a conscience. I'll buy you some candy later!"

Conan said with a sour face: You think others are hard to deal with, so you drag me? Who drives a police car to take people around Osaka? Besides, I'm not a child, and I don't want to eat your candy!

"By the way," Hattori suddenly had an idea and said, "Do you want me to turn on the siren? That sound is super penetrating, it would feel great!"

"puff!"

Conan almost bumped his head against the back of the chair in front of him and waved his hands quickly, "No, no need, Heiji-nii..."

……

"That's what I said,"

In the ordinary car behind, Mao Li was relaxed and said happily, "It's more comfortable to ride in an ordinary car. What's the big deal about riding in a police car? People who don't know would think I kidnapped you guys!"

"Is Conan okay?"

Xiaolan said worriedly.

"Why are you worrying about a little brat?"

Mao Li tugged at his tie. "Little boys his age, let me tell you, only think police cars are cool, right, Ai?"

"Yes, Sister Xiaolan."

Haibara curled the corners of his mouth - when it came to watching Conan being humiliated, he and Maori could reach a perfect understanding without any discussion.

"So this is ah……"

Xiaolan nodded as if she understood, paused, and a series of question marks popped up in her mind, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

……

In a ramen restaurant, Hattori took everyone to taste authentic Osaka udon noodles.

"How is it? This is what real udon is! The soup is so clear that you can even see the bottom of the bowl!"

"Really?" Xiaolan happily held the bowl of noodles, "The taste is a little bland, but it's delicious!"

"Ordinary..."

Maori was eating by himself. He felt that the ramen had no taste, but it was just right for him as he was hungry. Haibara beside him also took off her mask, held the bowl of noodles in her little hands and drank the soup quietly.

"How's it going, Ai?"

Mauli asked.

"good."

"Hey, uncle,"

Hattori leaned close to Maori's ear and whispered, "Who is this kid? Could it be your…?"

"Don't guess, I'll tell you later."

"What? You're just an elementary school student, why are you being so secretive..."

Hattori was left in suspense, and became even more curious about Haibara. He wanted to ask more, but the noodle chef suddenly smiled and greeted him, "Heiji, who is this girl? Is she your new girlfriend?"

"No," Xiaolan explained hurriedly, "I just came here from Tokyo to play..."

As if being stared at by something scary, a chill ran down Xiaolan's spine, and she swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Maori asked curiously.

"Nothing," Xiaolan turned around and looked around, "I just felt a chill. Dad, did you feel it just now? It seemed like someone was watching us..."

"Have it?"

Mao Li looked back but found nothing. The store was filled with ordinary customers.

"Maybe I made a mistake." Xiaolan looked away somewhat uneasily.

"Okay," Hattori saw that everyone had finished their noodles and continued, "Don't eat too much. There are still many delicious foods to come. Is there any place you want to go?"

"Well, after udon noodles, it's Osaka's specialty."

Maori thought while holding the Osaka guide, "Then let's make takoyaki!"

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, the group went to the restaurant recommended by Hattori to eat takoyaki, and Maori suddenly suggested eating Okonomiyaki.

To be honest, it wasn't that Maori wanted to eat it, but he found that Haibara had been secretly paying attention to the pictures of Okonomiyaki in the guide book he brought with him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I know a delicious restaurant, but it's in the opposite direction."

After hearing Maori's idea, Hattori said with a headache, "Osaka is not like Tokyo. There are so many one-way streets here. Sometimes you have to take a long detour to get to a place."

"How about we go eat something else first?"

Conan suggested, "It's the same if we eat Okonomiyaki afterwards..."

"How about this,"

Officer Sakata said, "I'll take you to a restaurant that's close by. The okonomiyaki there is also very delicious."

"That's great!"

Maori seemed very happy, as if he really wanted to eat Okonomiyaki.

Huibara glanced at him, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

The police car finally stopped under a building opposite an Okonomiyaki restaurant. Maori parked the car and suddenly looked back in confusion, and found that there was a taxi following him. Although it was not very obvious, he still felt like he was being followed.

"what happened?"

After Hattori got off the car, he saw that Maori didn't move, and asked curiously, "Uncle, you are not full already? This is just the beginning..."

Mao Li responded: "Hattori boy, leave one for me first, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes and I'll be there in a while."

"Really? Why are all you middle-aged men heavy smokers..."

Hattori rolled his eyes, and without paying much attention, he went to the Okonomiyaki restaurant across the street with Xiaolan and the others, leaving Maori watching silently behind.

Chapter 70: While eating Okonomiyaki and singing songs, suddenly the dead appeared!

Maori watched for a while, and after confirming the location of the target that had been following them, he unbuckled his seat belt.

Although he came to Osaka this time with Conan and Haibara, two key targets of the Black Organization, he was not worried at all that the people being tracked would be those guys.

after all……

It's not like the Black Organization would travel by taxi! !

Mao Li opened the car door and looked around casually before walking to the taxi.

There were no strange dangerous people. Apart from the ordinary driver, there was only the girl who buried her head in her arms like an ostrich.

"Hey,"

Mao Li knocked directly on the car window and opened the door, "Excuse me, little girl?"

"what?!"

The girl was startled and raised her head to meet Maori's gaze, "No..."

"You don't look like nothing's wrong."

Maori interrupted bluntly.

"……actually……"

Heat broke out on Kazuha's face, as if she was very embarrassed, but she looked straight at Maori, as if she had mustered up great courage, "Actually, I... You are the father of that girl named Kudo, right? Can you ask her to stop thinking about Heiji, because Heiji and I are childhood sweethearts who have been connected by an iron chain since we were young, and I..."

He Ye couldn't continue talking because she found that Mao Li was looking at her with a smile.

"Little girl, did you make a mistake? That girl is indeed my daughter, but her name is Mao Lilan, not the Kudo you mentioned. And if I guess correctly, the Kudo you mentioned should be Kudo Shinichi, who is a male high school detective who is as famous as Hattori Boy!"

“…Huh?!!”

……

Although it was a little unexpected, when Maori brought Kazuha to meet Hattori and the others, the group naturally accepted the fact that there was one more person in the tour group - and, perhaps because of some one-sided guilt, Kazuha took the initiative to chat with Xiaolan, and the two young girls with similar personalities soon showed signs of developing into best friends.

"Aren't you going to join their conversation?"

Looking at Xiaolan and Kazuha who were walking and chatting enthusiastically, Maori asked Haibara who was walking beside him.

In fact, it's not just Xiaolan and Kazuha, Conan and Hattori were also chatting happily - although Conan has not yet confessed his identity to Hattori, but for boys, as long as they have common topics, age and other things don't matter in a friendship.

Therefore, except for the police officer who led the way, the group of six only had Maori and Haibara, who seemed to have no atmosphere to chat with, and walked at the back.

Huiyuan did not directly answer Maori's question, but whispered to herself as if she was telling a story:

"Uncle, you should know that my parents were also members of the organization, but they both died in an accident shortly after I was born, leaving only a sister whom I rarely see..."

Maori frowned and opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

"I was sent to study in the United States by the organization when I was young. During this period, the organization never stopped monitoring me,"

Huiyuan continued calmly, "So, let alone being friends, even talking to my sister requires the organization's permission..."

Maori remained silent, then suddenly reached out and took off her mask in front of Huiyuan's surprised eyes:

"It's meaningless for you to say so much, Ai. My decades of life experience tell me that the past cannot be changed. Blindly immersing yourself in the past will only make you miserable. Listen carefully, since you are in Osaka today, you should have a good time here. Leave that organization to me. One day, I, a famous detective, will get rid of the organization and settle accounts with them for you and your sister!"

"what?"

Haibara came to her senses and scratched around like a frightened kitten, but failed to snatch the mask back from Maori, so she had no choice but to calm down.

"There are many people who have been persecuted by the organization, but few people can find out that they are the ones who did it. If you continue to handle cases, you will encounter them sooner or later, and then you may be able to find out something."

Huiyuan's eyes sparkled. "But if you have anything to do with them, no, I should say that if you have already attracted their attention..."

"Of course, we're going to Osaka Castle!"

Kazuha suddenly spoke up, "You have to go and see it when you come to Osaka, right?"

Hattori looked at her unhappily: "Come on, I'm the one who took them around Osaka! Can you please not make a decision rashly?"

"Then you decide where to go! I'll listen to you!"

He Ye pulled Xiaolan and got into the police car in front in a blink of an eye, sitting down like a good baby.

"Of course we should go... well, we can go to Osaka Castle..."

"They should enjoy the tour just like they do."

Maori smiled at Hattori and the others, then suddenly froze and looked up in confusion as passers-by pointed and talked.

"boom--!"

As passers-by ran away in panic, there was a sudden loud bang, and a fat middle-aged man fell straight onto the hood of the police car.

"What's wrong?!"

Mao Li quickly rushed out of the car and rushed to the side of the police car, only to see a middle-aged man with wide eyes who had smashed the hood of the car into a deformed state. A knife was stuck in the heart of the middle-aged man's body through his wallet, and there was a rope around his waist. The real cause of death was the marks of strangulation on his neck.

I thought everything would be fine this time I went out, but a murder happened. Maybe it won’t happen again next time I go to space?

"The time of death was one day ago."

Maori looked heavy-faced and began to examine the body.

……

Osaka Prefectural Police Higashijiri Station.

After the police car was hit by a corpse, Maori and his group did not feel like continuing to visit Osaka, but followed to the police station. Hattori also revealed about this case, which was the serial murder case that Maori had talked about with Hattori Heizo last time.

"The person who just fell from the building was Ye Anhe Ren, a taxi driver. Including him, three people were killed."

Hattori explained: "The first person killed, Mr. Nagao Hidetoshi, was the manager of a convenience store. The second one, Mrs. Nishiguchi Tayo, was the proprietress of an izakaya. They were both stabbed in the chest with a knife through their wallets. Of course, the real cause of death was strangulation... Other than this, they have nothing in common. It doesn't seem like they were killed for money."

Mao Li pondered: "Is there really no connection at all?"

"Yes, although they were born, raised, went to school, and worked in Osaka, the areas are completely different," Hattori propped up his chin, "and there were no witnesses in the first two cases. The murder sites were dozens of kilometers apart, and the incidents were not announced to the public. The murderer should be the same person..."