Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

Maori walked out of the blockade without changing his expression. Ishikawa, who was waiting outside on the roadside, hurriedly shouted, "Detective Maori..."

"Please take me to Lavender Villa again, Mr. Ishikawa," Maori interrupted, "At least we need to find out the truth and clear the name of this maid."

"Yes."

Ishikawa responded subconsciously, then realized something was wrong.

Is this the aura of a famous detective? It makes one want to be his younger brother...

……

At the Lavender Villa, the old man with glasses was still the one who entertained the two of them. This time, Maori specially brought the old man along and asked him in detail about the details of the incident half a year ago.

No clues were found in the murder room except the window, and there were no signs of mechanism on the door.

The whole incident can only be investigated from the window. Whether the maid is innocent depends on whether she has tampered with the window frame.

Although the cut screws were not rusty enough and should have only been dropped in the courtyard about a month ago, the window frame might not have been tampered with a month ago, as it is possible that the murderer dropped the screws outside afterwards. This is probably why Tokatsu Junya and the police still believed that the maid was the murderer after all the details were revealed.

If we don't find strong evidence, the maid can only be considered to have committed suicide out of fear of crime...

"Detective Maori!" Ishikawa excitedly found Maori, "I have checked. There was indeed an outsider coming here in the past month. He was a thief disguised as a cleaner. There are similar cases in other places. He probably took down the window frame first and then entered the house at other times to steal."

Maori nodded, and soon looked solemnly at the silent butler, the old man with glasses.

"Mr. Kotani Renzo, you should have heard about the suicide of our maid, Ms. Chanel... Are you still planning to keep it to yourself?"

Mao Li looked directly at the old man and said in a serious tone, "You must know something, right? Was the young lady murdered or committed suicide..."

"Eh?"

Ishikawa was still a little slow to react and asked in surprise, "Did he know from the beginning that the young lady here committed suicide?"

Mao Li walked to the window and looked at the lavender in the yard. "I noticed it when we first met. Whenever the topic of homicide was mentioned, the old man hesitated to speak. He either knew who the murderer was or that the young lady committed suicide."

"But," Ishikawa said incomprehensibly, "Why didn't he tell the police at the beginning? Then the maid wouldn't have..."

"This is because..." The old man with glasses lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, and closed his eyes tightly, saying, "The young lady is addicted to drugs. She actually tried to commit suicide during that time... For the sake of the young lady's reputation, I can't say it no matter what..."

Ishikawa's eyes widened: "How could it be?"

The old man choked up and said, "I thought Ms. Chanel's suspicion would be cleared immediately after investigation. I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I'm really sorry..."

Mao Li turned around and looked at the housekeeper leaning over in pain, shaking his head and said, "You should apologize to Miss Chanel... go and explain to the police."

In the afternoon, Mao Li boarded the return train with Ishikawa's farewell.

"Detective Mori, next time I'm free, I'll definitely take you around Shikoku again." Ishikawa was quite reluctant, feeling like he had lost a friend.

Although it was just a simple investigation of the Lavender Villa case, Ishikawa inexplicably felt that he and Mori were a good pair of partners - even though his net worth might be hundreds of times that of Mori.

"Okay."

Maoli smiled and got on the bus with the crowd with his luggage.

Obviously, he should be happy to return to Tokyo after completing the commission and getting a large sum of money, but Maori still can't relax because he is thinking about the lavender villa.

Perhaps considering the influence on the family of the drug-addicted young lady, the media did not report the case in a big way, and did not mention much about the details of the case. Neither his name nor Tokatsu Junya's name appeared in the newspapers, and only the maid Kanae was publicly cleared of suspicion.

But it is hard to accept that a young and vibrant life is gone.

The thief, the housekeeper and the detective in charge of the case are all responsible, but the most hateful one is Tokitsu Junya, the so-called high school detective. Relying on his cleverness and his influence in front of the police, he makes random suspicions and has no sense of responsibility at all.

……

The next day, Tokyo, Nichiren Television Building.

Maori was waiting in the background with a newspaper.

In the death of the maid Chanel, everyone involved is the murderer, yet none of them is the murderer. Legally, no one can be blamed. It is really helpless. Even clearing Chanel of suspicion is the result of a compromise.

The police of the four countries were reluctant to disclose details in order to reduce the impact, but there were some things that Mao Li was unwilling to compromise on.

Even though it might not have much effect, he still hopes to do something through his influence as a famous detective.

"Detective Maori," the assistant director called out from outside the lounge, "everything is ready."

"it is good."

Mao Li put down the newspaper, nodded and walked towards the studio.

If the details of the Lavender Villa incident were revealed, not only would the Shikoku police be embarrassed, but the maid Chana who committed suicide would probably also be attacked by keyboard warriors - considering these, the content that Mori could mention on the TV show was actually quite limited, but this was enough for him.

To say something that may sound a little childish, Maori chose to become a detective after quitting his job as a police officer. On the one hand, it was for the money, and on the other hand, he also wanted to continue to be a partner of justice.

therefore……

"Nowadays, many detectives just enjoy the fun and fame of solving cases, especially some high school detectives. I would like to take this opportunity to remind my colleagues to be careful and meticulous when dealing with cases. It is never too careful and meticulous... Because solving a case is not a joke. It concerns the future and even life of others. A wrong inference on your part may cause irreversible adverse effects."

As he was talking, Mao Li paused for a moment, then stood up and faced the camera, looking at Tokatsu Junya as if they had transcended time and space:

"When I was in Shikoku, I once dealt with a high school detective named Junya Tokitsu. I have to say that he is quite smart and has some reasoning ability... But being a detective is not just about being smart, you have to be responsible for your reasoning. I don't see any sense of responsibility in the cases handled by Junya Tokitsu... If you force a murderer to death or even kill innocent people because of your own reasoning, how is that different from a murderer?"

……

In Shikoku, Tokitsu Junya, who was still traveling, soon saw Mori's special interview program. His droopy eyes were full of anger and his expression became even gloomier.

As the largest TV station in Japan, Nichimi TV's influence not only covers the whole of Japan, but also extends overseas. God knows what impact this kind of program will have on him.

Looking at Maori who was still chatting with the host on the show, Tokatsu Junya turned off the TV with a grim expression and subconsciously touched his abdomen, where he still felt a slight pain.

Although it was just a simple meeting, he was defeated miserably and even lost face.

"Damn you, Maori Kogoro! I'll make you pay next time!"

……

As night falls, the bustling streets of Tokyo are cluttered with traffic.

In an inconspicuous alley, flames were burning, casting a long shadow.

He was a long-haired man wearing a long windbreaker and a baseball cap, with sunken eyes and a scraggly beard, looking like a homeless person.

"Hehehe, there is only one place left. By then, the pre-evening festival will be completed. Then the red lotus flames will burn this corrupt city... and a grand carnival will begin..."

The man walked out of the alley with a gloomy face and a twisted smile.

"Ok?"

Ayumi was standing in front of the Kamen Rider toy machine at the entrance of the alley in her suspender skirt, staring blankly at the man as he hailed a taxi and left.

"Ayumi?" Mrs. Yoshida walked out of the store and saw Ayumi in a daze and shouted, "What are you doing there?"

"Oh, Mom..."

"Okay, let's go back."

……

"The Tokyo arson case?"

The next day, on the second floor of the Maori Detective Agency, Maori, with his messy hair, picked up a newspaper and said, "This kind of case shouldn't be handled by the Investigation Section where Inspector Megure is, right?"

"It's true that Inspector Megure is not responsible for this, but Dad, including the one yesterday, there have been five arson cases in Tokyo recently."

Xiaolan said this while making tea for Maori, "Then the manager of the store yesterday wanted to ask you to find the arsonist because the fire caused great losses..."

"That's it,"

Mao Li nodded in understanding and read the news reports carefully. "But then again, according to the reports, the police don't seem to have any clues at all..."

"We already have the clues,"

Huihara, who was standing by, wiped her mouth and said calmly, "This morning, Ayumi said she saw the suspect last night and is planning to go to the Metropolitan Police Department with everyone."

"When did you say that?" Maori looked confused.

"While you were sleeping in."

Huibara and Xiaolan said in unison.

Maori smiled awkwardly and quickly began to tidy up his clothes.

If you are not meeting a client, you don't need to dress too formally, but as a famous detective, Mao Li still needs to pay attention to his image. After combing his messy hair, he at least tied a tie.

I looked in the mirror - not bad, not bad, Tatsuya Kimura is just like this!

……

At the Metropolitan Police Department, Ayumi and her group found Officer Sato to take their statements. Mori stood by like a guardian, and Haibara beside her was still the same as usual, yawning repeatedly and without any energy.

Maori listened attentively to Ayumi's description, while Sato on the opposite side drew the appearance of the criminal based on Ayumi's description.

"It looks a bit like a fox," Ayumi recalled, lifting the corners of her eyes with two fingers, "It's also like this, with the eyes tilted upwards!"

"Fox eyes..."

The image of the prisoner Xiao Hei vaguely emerged in Maori's mind.

In the hot summer, he wore a long coat, gloves, and a hat. His pants smelled of gasoline. His messy long hair was pressed under the brim of his hat. His fox-like face smiled strangely...

According to Ayumi, this man appeared in the alley near the fire scene last night. He was a strange uncle who spoke strange words. He must be the arsonist.

With these clues, it shouldn't be difficult for the police to search for him, but the area is still too large, and there's no way of knowing where the arsonist will appear next time...

Officer Sato finished drawing the portrait and happily showed it to everyone: "Is it like this? Did I draw it well?"

When Maori saw the portrait for the first time, he was almost frightened by Sato's handwriting, and the image that emerged in his mind collapsed.

"Is that so?"

"It doesn't look like that at all..." Ayumi shook her head in distress.

Yuan Tai and the others who were so excited suddenly lost their composure: "This is such an ugly painting."

“It’s just like a child’s scribble.”

"Is there no one else who can draw better?"

"What can I do?"

The innocent words of the children made Sato blush. "Mr. Shikawa, who specializes in portrait painting, has taken a leave of absence today due to a cold!"

Mao Li smiled bitterly and said, "I think we should go to the scene in that alley and take a look. Maybe we can find other clues."

"That's fine," Detective Sato put down his drawing board and said helplessly, "I just happen to be going somewhere on my way today."

"On the way?"

……

At an intersection on Haido-cho 4-chome, two cars stopped on the side of the road one after another, one belonging to Officer Sato, and the other belonging to Officer Shiratori who followed him.

Maori glanced at Shiratori and Takagi who followed him without permission.

The power of love...

"By the way, shouldn't the Investigation Division be responsible for arson cases?"

Maori is a dismantling road.

"Haha," Gao Mu laughed dryly, "In fact, someone was killed near the scene of the fourth arson case. Although there is no evidence, the deceased was most likely killed because he witnessed the arson..."

"is it?"

Maori looked at Officer Sato, who seemed to be worshiping something at the intersection and even placed a bouquet of flowers on the ground.

"I remember now," Shiratori suddenly said, looking at Officer Sato who was paying respects, "Today is the anniversary of the death of her father, Officer Sato Masayoshi. Yes, he died on this day...

"Eighteen years ago today, Officer Sato Masayoshi was hit by a truck at this intersection while chasing a robber. Unfortunately, the ambulance arrived too late due to heavy rain that day. I heard from Inspector Megure that he died in the car on the way to the hospital in front of his family who had rushed over..."

"Does Officer Sato have such a past?" Maori also looked at Officer Sato who was squatting quietly on the roadside to worship, with mixed feelings.

Although he was a detective, and an elite detective at that, he resigned from the Metropolitan Police Department after working there for a short time. He didn't actually know much about things like Officer Sato's father.

But even now I know that the feeling of a senior who died in the line of duty is still not very good...

"Uncle."

Huihara pulled at the corner of Maori's clothes.

"Ah?" Maori came to his senses and found that Officer Sato had finished the memorial service and was talking with Takagi and others about the case in which his father died eighteen years ago.

"When I was a kid, I kept thinking about this," Officer Sato sighed and half-jokingly reminisced, "If someone could solve the mystery and arrest the robber, I would do anything for him to fulfill his wish..."

"desire?"

"Any?"