The next morning at 8 o'clock, the remaining time from the Qixi Festival is: sixteen hours, and the end time from the Qixi Festival is: forty hours.

Location, at the entrance of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Mizumatsu saw the long-lost Maori family.

"Hello, Mr. Maori." Mizumatsu, who is the 'host', greeted the guests.

"Good morning, Shuijian!" The uncle greeted happily, looking at the towering police station building, and couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't been here for a long time, I really miss it." No one knows whether he missed his former police career or was ridiculing Shuijianyue for driving him far away every time he met at the crime scene.

Conan hid behind Xiaolan, looked at Mizumatsu carefully, and judged the guy's mood to decide what he would do later. There must be a demon when something abnormal happens. Since Mizumatsu held a grudge against him and performed actively in various events, the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has never consulted the detectives no matter what the case is. Today, he suddenly invited the uncle and attended the meeting directly as a special consultant. Both Conan and Uncle Maori had a solemn feeling on their faces, and a storm was about to come and the wind was filled with wind.

"The main information about the case has been faxed to the Maori Detective Office in advance. Has Mr. Maori seen it?" In the corridor, Mizumatsu and Maori Kogoro walked and chatted.

"I've seen it," Uncle Maori nodded, "but I really don't have any clues."

"What a pity." Mizumatsu said sincerely, "Although as a retired senior, Mr. Maori, will not make low-level mistakes, I have to say more for official business and must not leak information."

"Don't worry," Uncle Maori made an OK gesture. Of course he knew these rules clearly. Then he thought of something and looked down at Conan: "This kid secretly read the information while I was not paying attention, and he was still rolling around and insisting on following him."

‘Hey hey! What does it mean to roll on the tantrum? ‘Conan looked at Uncle Maori when he looked at Mizumatsu again, and obviously he was thinking about Conan rolling on the ground and acting cute.

Suddenly, Mizumatsu, who had a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, looked at Conan and said in his eyes: "Do you guys see anything?"

Conan also answered with his eyes: "I don't have it either."

Mizumatsu squeezed his eyes: "You guy is that."

Conan was not willing to be outdone and stared back: "I won't tell you if I see it."

Mizumatsu rolled his eyes and said, "I like to say but not to say." Then he looked away. If you leave Ke Butcher, we don't have to eat hairy meat. You kid should continue to go offline.

Although Mizumatsu was leading the way, I wouldn't forget how to walk in the conference room. After meeting with Mizumatsu Mikako and Takagi who were waiting for Mizumatsu and Shirato who were looking for an opportunity to accompany Mikako Sato, and then stayed Xiaolan and asked her to take care of Conan, the five people walked into the conference room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a burly, curly hair and a loud voice with a white bird, shouting in surprise: "Mr. Maori!" and then walked over quickly.

"You still have such a loud voice! Henggou..." Uncle Maori came up to greet him with a calm look on his face, but he obviously couldn't remember the name of the police officer opposite him.

"Comprehension, this is my brother's re-understanding." The burly Henggou didn't care about the burly understanding. After saying his name, he introduced his brother.

Unlike his younger brother Henggou's understanding, Henggou Chongwu's hair was short shaved against the scalp. Maybe he didn't like his curly hair. Like his hair, his personality was also very different from Henggou's understanding. He was not as enthusiastic as comprehending, and was more indifferent than comparing. Although he didn't speak, his eyes and the aura emitted unconscious gave others this feeling.

"I know, I've seen it several times, and I've yelled at me, which makes me feel like I'm in Tokyo." Uncle Maori was clearly evaluating others, but his eyes were looking at Mizumatsu.

Mizumatsu only smiled politely?

"Sanwu? Fifteen?" The pronunciation of "Sanwu? Fifteen" is very similar to Sanwu and Fifteen, and Takagi couldn't help but repeat it.

"Shh!" Sato Mikako and Mizumatsu glared at Takagi at the same time, and it was very impolite to comment on other people's name flaws. Takagi, a confused second-hand man, made a mistake again.

It was too late to shy. Although Takagi's voice was small, he still heard the fierce revenge. He obviously thought Takagi was making fun of them and stared at Takagi fiercely.

Takagi's legs were so weak that he couldn't help but take two steps back. Mizumaki had no choice. After all, Takagi was rude first, so he could only move one step to block Takagi with his body.

"Is Mr. Maori here because?" Henggou learned to smooth things out.

“Mr. Maori is the special counsel we invited about this case,” Shiratsuki explained.

"It's really embarrassing to actually ask for help from the detective." Henggou Chongwu said bluntly.

Although Mizumatsu wanted to agree with this view, his position is wrong now, so he said: "We cannot regard ourselves as the smartest person in the world. When the wisdom of the police is exhausted, we must let go of prejudice to consult the opinions of smart people, because our work is not for ourselves, but for the safety of the people. The safety of the people's lives is the first priority, and personal honor and disgrace are not even the second. I think Mr. Maori's wisdom, this... calls you Officer Chongwu. This Officer Chongwu should also have a good experience at work, right? "Isn't it just a whisper? Who can't do it?

Sato Mikako looked at Mizumatsu in surprise, but she didn't expect that he could say such words.

Henggou Chongzuo was very disdainful: "I find it hard to recognize the wisdom that exists in the sleeping state."

‘The cases in Officer Shigego were solved by Conan? ‘Mizumatsu was a little surprised. Unlike the foolish boy Maori Kogoro in his previous life, Maori Kogoro in this life was very wise. Although the local cases were no longer useful and he also took the initiative to avoid head-on conflicts with Mizumatsu, the cases in other places were very active. Therefore, not all the cases in other prefectures were solved by the ‘sleeping Maori Kogoro’. Some of them were solved by the sober Maori Kogoro, which made people scream schizophrenia. This statement was especially true that when the uncle woke up, he solved the case, but then fell asleep and made supplements and spread more widely.

Of course, when this incident reached Mizumatsu's ears, Mizumatsu knew what was going on. It was obvious that the case outside Tokyo was the mystery arena between Conan and Uncle Maori. Conan's victory was the sleeping Kogoro who solved the case, and the uncle's victory was the sober version of the famous detective Kogoro.
Chapter completed!