"Wow! This house is really not small!" Uncle Maori stood in front of the manor of Zhuangtang and sighed.

"I didn't expect such a beautiful manor to be built so far from the city." Xiaolan also sighed.

It seemed that because Xiaolan's words were involved, Zhuangtang Hu Tao, who was standing in front, suddenly apologized: "I'm sorry, because of my busy schedule, I have to come to this remote place."

"It doesn't matter!" Uncle Maori waved his hand: "I'm a detective. I'm a profession that runs everywhere. As long as I can help relieve the troubles of the young lady, my running around is meaningful!" When he said this, Uncle Maori had a serious face and even had a little star effect, but...

But Miss Hu Tao in Zhuangtang is a blind man...

Conan looked behind worriedly. Since he heard Ai Haibara's words, he has been a little restless. For example, now he feels like someone is staring at him behind him.

There was just a light snow last night. The snow was not thick, and a layer of hanged on the evergreen trees in the garden. The tall and straight pine trees and the white and green embellishments were very cute.

Xiaolan suddenly smiled: "It looks like a Christmas tree."

"Is the Christmas tree? It turns out that my garden looks like this." Zhuangtang Hu Tao said.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" Xiaolan realized that she poked the wound on Zhuangtang's walnut's eyes again, and quickly apologized.

"You don't need to apologize." Zhuangtang Hu Tao shook her head: "I have lived here for more than 20 years. For the first time, I realized that my manor was as beautiful as Christmas."

"Miss..." Butler Baogu, who was standing beside him, looked very sad, probably because he was feeling sorry for his eldest lady.

"Baogu, you don't need to feel guilty. I know that you don't want to make me sad, so that everyone in the family is not allowed to talk about the scenery." Although they can't see it, the eldest lady is good at detecting other people's emotions.

"..." Conan stared at the face of Butler Baogu, and always felt that this person seemed to have a ghost in his heart and was thinking about other things.

...

"Ah!" Mizumatsu shrank his neck and stood a little further away from Zhuangtang's manor: "I made a mistake..."

"Miya, are you wearing less clothes? Or are you too lacking in exercise?" The Matsumoto management officer, who looked like a chimpanzee, turned his head and asked.

"Although I considered that it would definitely cool down today, I forgot to keep an eye on the spot in the deserted suburbs, and the clothes indicators were taken as reference for the city." Mizuki's feet stomped the snow and thumped it, thinking about the feasibility of collecting the snow and building a snow house.

This morning, Mizumatsu received contact from Zhuangtang's family. Two people claimed that they were the ones Zhuangtang Hutao were looking for. Of course, only one person had saved Zhuangtang Hutao. Today they decided to ask the famous detective Maori Kogoro to help them tell which one was the boy Zhuangtang Hutao met at the time.

Kogoro Mouri took action, and Mizumaki believed that there was no problem in distinguishing the authenticity of the two people. After thinking about it, he planned to go there together. After distinguishing the authenticity, he directly investigated whether the fake one was the murderer of the case twenty years ago. Moreover, if there is another murder case in place with Conan, Mizumaki could also take over the scene as soon as possible.

"Ah sneezing!" Mizumatsu sneezed again, and looked at the Matsumoto management officer who was concentrating on staring at the Manor Manor with a telescope.

Originally, Mizumaki's plan was quite comfortable, but after telling the Matsumoto management officer about this, the management officer was very excited and wanted to go together. As a result, the command of the team was naturally handed over to the Matsumoto management officer who was a police officer. Mizumaki had to stand here with the management officer here and suffer from the cold.

"You can't see anything..." The management officer of Matsumoto was still complaining while holding up the telescope.

‘If you don’t know you are a policeman, you are no different from a voyeur now, do you know?’ Mizumaki looked at the management officer Matsumoto and complained in his heart.

"Do you want to go around the west side of the manor? The main villa in the wall over there is very close to it?" Mizumatsu said, observing the shape of the manor.

"Is that so? It seems to be almost the same." However, the same manor was not as clear as the manager of Matsumoto: "Let's go!"

Mizumatsu sighed in his heart, and finally he could return to the car for a short period of warmth.

"Since the distance is not far, walk over and don't let the sound of the engine attract other people's attention... Mizuma, what's wrong with you?" Matsumoto's management officer grabbed Mizumama who turned to the police car and walked.

In Shui Jianyue's inner drama, she turned into a gray-white stone statue, and then gradually cracked and broke into a pile of concrete.

...

"Oh! I'm full and full! This lunch is so delicious. Miss." Uncle Maori, who enjoyed a luxurious lunch, could bloom on his face.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality!" Xiaolan thanked politely.

"You're welcome, it's true that there are too many people who are happy to eat." Miss Hu Tao, who usually eats alone, is also very happy.

"It's just that a fake guy who ran into the wrong venue mixed in here, polluting the atmosphere here." A white-faced and strong man said, his name is Takahei Nanmoto, who claimed that he was the person Miss Zhuangtang was looking for, and there was a long scar behind him.

"Are you talking about me?" A thin, dark-faced man glanced at the former, and he was naturally another person, accompanied by Tsukoya, and the scar was on his chest.

"It's almost time for you to confess, right? A fake?" Nanmoto Takahiro sneered.

"Hmph? Then I should tell you, right?" Chuangwu, a patriya, retaliated.

Zhuangtang Hu Tao and Baogu Butler have become accustomed to the conversations between these two people. This has been like this since they met in the villa.

"Don't argue anymore. Detective Maori will naturally identify it later." After putting down the knife and fork, Zhuangtang Hu Tao said, "That's right, Mr. Maori."

"Well, no problem." Uncle Maori smiled and said, "Anyway, I'll take them to another room to ask questions separately."

"Then please, Mr. Detective." "See you later." The two of them rushed out of the restaurant, as if to show their confidence.

"Please be sure to make a careful assessment. It is also possible that both of them are fakes." Butler of the Bogu walked to Uncle Maori before he got up and whispered: "After all, it has been thirty years. The boys back then may have been no longer alive, or they have not seen the miss' missing person notice."

"Impossible!" Zhuangtang Hu Tao, whose hearing is much more sensitive than normal people, suddenly shouted: "He is still alive! And he is still in this house! Although I can't see it, my eyes are telling me like this!"

"Hey!" Uncle Maori was startled by Miss Wutao's reaction in Zhuangtang, and the Butler of the Baogu had already seen him for too many times, without any surprise.

"Where is Conan?" Xiaolan was also scared and turned her head to see Conan's reaction, but found that Conan was no longer in the seat.

"Conan! What are you doing?" Xiaolan found Conan lying on the wall and was looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window next to him.

"Sister Xiaolan, look, it seems that someone is staring here outside!" Conan said. It turned out that it was not his illusion, but that someone is staring here.

"What? Don't scare me Conan!"

...

"My eyes are telling me that the murderer was here." The management officer of Matsumoto said confidently.

"Why?" Mizumatsu asked while gnawing on simple food.

The two of them are now leaning against the fence of Zhuangtang's house, looking inside like two suspicious characters. To be honest, Mizumatsu didn't know why he did this, at least he felt that there was no need.

"To be precise, it is a wound. The wound left by the murderer in my left eye is now constantly getting hot and hot." The manager of Matsumoto pointed to the scar on his left eye that penetrated his upper and lower eyelids.

‘It’s just psychological effect, or you’re frozen.” Shui Jianyue said in her heart, but she had no intention of talking back in person.

Every time he encounters Gin, there is no reaction to the scar that was shot by Gin on his chest.

"Who!" Suddenly a group of people ran out of the manor, and the two were discovered by the security team inside the manor.

"Huh? Policeman? Mizuma kid?" Why did the security team come out as Uncle Maori?

"Hi, it's Maori!" The management officer of Matsumoto greeted.

Uncle Maori led the security guard to see that it was someone he knew from the famous detective Kogoro Mori, and they all sent the batons that had been facing the two of them before.

"What happened?" A police officer who had been on standby a little further away saw that it suddenly became chaotic and ran over, surrounding the management officer Mizumama and Matsumoto.

"What are you doing? Are you arresting a prisoner?" Uncle Maori was confused by the fact that the monk was confused.

"The Maori should be able to say it, right?" Matsumoto's management officer thought for a while and said.

"Oh? I'd like to hear it clearly." Uncle Maori patted his chest, saying that his character was absolutely fine.

“…”

“…”

"..." After a good explanation, the management officer of Matsumoto explained to Uncle Maori clearly what happened before Uncle Maori joined the company, and told him that he felt that the prisoner was there.

"What are the characteristics of the prisoner? Except for the fact that there is a flat wound on his body." Uncle Maori asked, as if he was planning to help him take a look.

"The song that prisoners like very much is the Beatles' song. Someone witnessed the prisoner whistling, and the melody was that song." said the administrator of Matsumoto.

When Mizumatsu heard that Uncle Maori wanted to help, he was a little reluctant, but the management officer was suppressing him here, and it was useless if he was unhappy.

After standing in the cold wind for a few hours, Mizumatsu received a text message from Uncle Maori.

"Police, Mr. Maori has heard news that a brown-haired man likes jazz, while another dark man likes soul music." After saying that, Mizumatsu frowned his eyebrows. He didn't know either of these two musics, and only probably knew that the Beatles that the murderer liked seemed like rock music.

"Tell him, continue investigating."

"yes!"

It was already past supper time, and during this period Mizumatsu finally persuaded Matsumoto management officer to return to the car, otherwise he would feel that he would die of the line of duty due to freezing to death.

Now Shui Matsuki is chewing on the biscuits dryly, because the water in the thermos is almost frozen, Shui Matsuki doesn't want to drink it and feels frozen in her teeth.

"Hmm?" Mizumatsu received a text message, which was from Conan.

"Huh? Maori?" Matsumoto's management officer also rang a text message prompt sound on his cell phone, but it seemed that it was sent by Uncle Maori.

"Maori said that he had found the person Miss Zhuangtang was looking for, but that person was actually Miss Zhuangtang's housekeeper, and both of them were fake." said Matsumoto's management official letter.

"Then go in and catch people." Mizumatsu said, closing the cell phone in his hand.

"What? Are you talking about bringing both of those people back? No, failing to take unofficial rewards does not constitute a fraud." The management officer of Matsumoto said differently without understanding Mizumaki's meaning.

"Didn't you mention it when you told Mr. Maori before? Later, I found that the murderer was driving at that time, no blood was extracted from the steering wheel, and the seat cover was taken away, right?" Mizumatsu asked.

"That's right, there should be information given to you," asked the management officer Matsumoto.

"Yes." Mizumatsu nodded, then raised his phone to signal: "I have received a reason here. If the policeman thinks that the wound caused to the murderer is in front of him, he will inevitably subconsciously cover the wound with his hands, and then stick it to the steering wheel when he grasps the steering wheel with his hands..." But he was thinking in his heart why he had no impression of this information.

"So the murderer was injured behind his back. He took the table and chair covers away because he was touched by the table and chair covers so that we could not find out!" The management officer of Matsumoto understood.

"But why did Maori send the inference to your phone?" Matsumoto's management officer asked suspiciously, because he had sent him a result.

Of course, Mizumatsu would not tell him that this was the reasoning sent by Conan, and it was estimated that the letter from the Matsumoto management officer was also sent by Conan anesthetized by Uncle Maori on his mobile phone. While he was speaking just now, he had already blindly operated the notes of Conan's address book on his phone to Mr. Maori, and then he looked at the Matsumoto management officer as if nothing had happened, and guessed: "I sent the information about the music just now directly. Maybe Mr. Maori thinks it's convenient to send it to me after all."

"I remember your text message sounded first, right? I guess it was Maori who remembered that the final result should be said, and then I remembered that I was like everyone else..." The management officer of Matsumoto said sadly.

Mizumatsu was thinking in his mind, what does Conan mean to send his reasoning to him with his own number? Is he showing kindness? Or is he threatening his reasoning faster than Mizumatsu?
Chapter completed!