The sun shines on the body through the window, making people feel lazy, especially when they have just had breakfast.
Mouri Kogoro drooped his eyelids and seemed to be focused on the newspaper in front of him, but in fact he was almost asleep. The chatter of Maori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko on the sofa sounded more like hypnosis to his ears.
song.
Ding dong~~~
A sound of doorbell broke his sleepiness, and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground in panic. Mouri Kogoro couldn't care so much and hurriedly got up and opened the door.
Money has been tight recently, and his life is really difficult. His daughter controls the family's expenses and has repeatedly cut into his pocket money. He has not had any extra funds for a long time to invest in the high-risk and high-return "excellent project" of small steel balls.
"Yes.
"I've been waiting for a long time, my guest. Is there anything I can do for you, Kogoro Mouri?"
Looking at the long and serious face that was approaching, Fumio Higashino couldn't help but take a half step back, but the hospitable Mouri Kogoro took a step closer.
Under the fiery eyes of the other party, Higashino Fumio felt a sense of guilt inexplicably, as if the Mouri Kogoro in front of him had been abandoned by him.
"Dad, are there guests? Did you scare them?"
Mao Lilan noticed something strange, got up and came over to check. She was already used to seeing her father making a fool of herself, so she felt helpless.
"Sorry, I scared you. Please come in."
Mao Lilan pulled Mao Li Kogoro aside, let the door open, and extended her hand to invite Higashino Fumio into the house.
Higashino Fumio looked at Mao Lilan's familiar appearance seriously. He couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy with the girl he met for the first time in front of him, as if he were meeting an old friend in a foreign country.
It makes no sense for him to come all the way from the countryside to this strange metropolis.
Just when Mao Lilan felt that the man in front of her was a little strange, a small head with crooked pigtails appeared from behind Fumio Higashino. On his white and tender face, his big innocent eyes stared at Mao Lilan curiously.
"Ah, it turns out there is a little guest. Hello, what's your name and how old are you?" Mao Lilan hurriedly knelt down and greeted her gently.
The little girl named Yuzi stared at her for a long time, and then replied in a sweet voice: "Yuzi is three years old. Sister, you are so beautiful~"
Mao Lilan was startled when she heard this, and then couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh happily.
"Then let's see if I'm pretty." Suzuki Sonoko suddenly poked her head out from behind Mao Lilan and joked.
"Sister, you are also very beautiful~" Yuzu looked up at Suzuki Sonoko's big forehead in confusion.
"This little girl is so good at talking, she will become a great person in the future!" Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but pick up Yuzu, rub her face vigorously, and praised happily.
Regarding the sudden intimacy from a stranger, Yuzi didn't show any fear at all, but happily cooperated with it.
Take a seat, serve tea, and introduce yourself.
Mouri Kogoro cleared his throat and tried to regain his sense of presence, "Well, Mr. Higashino, do you have any entrustment for me?"
Higashino Fumio shook his head slightly and pondered for a moment, "Actually, I'm here to discuss cooperation with Mr. Mori."
"Cooperation?" Mouri Kogoro and others said in surprise in unison.
Suzuki Sonoko was rubbing Yuzu's soft little face, and when she heard Higashino Fumio's words, she couldn't help but look at him.
Sunlight passed through the blinds, showing obvious light paths under the Tyndall effect. Higashino Fumio's eyebrows were softened, his beard was stubbled, his expression was calm, and he was neither anxious nor impatient, which made Suzuki Sonoko feel a little absent-minded for a moment.
"That's right." Higashino Fumio nodded, then took out a business card from his arms, stood up and handed it to Mouri Kogoro with both hands.
Before visiting the Mori Detective Agency, he read a lot of books on etiquette in the bookstore, and carefully observed the daily behavior of the people around him for a period of time.
After all, the original owner did not leave any memory for Higashino Fumio, an uninvited guest, to inherit. Everything about living here needs to be relearned by oneself.
Speaking of this Higashino Fumio, I don't think there is anything to complain about. Taking someone's body for free is already a huge benefit. Any more demands would be too much.
However, fortunately, I was good at languages in my previous life. Although I was not a language major, I also learned a few foreign languages sporadically, including Japanese.
While secretly thinking about his words, Higashino Fumio suddenly noticed Suzuki Sonoko's gaze. The latter panicked and quickly lowered his head to avoid meeting Higashino Fumio's eyes.
But Suzuki Sonoko avoided Higashino Fumio, but met Yuzu's round curious eyes.
Although the little girl in her arms didn't say anything, her innocent eyes were so lethal that even Suzuki Sonoko's long-tested face couldn't help but turn red.
"Higashino Onmyo Funeral Home?" Mouri Kogoro looked at the business card in his hand and murmured in confusion, "Well... what can the two of us cooperate with?"
Detectives and funeral parlors should have nothing to do with each other, right?
Higashino Fumio's attention was drawn back, "The thing is like this. Recently, the name of the 'Sleeping Detective' has appeared frequently in newspapers, television and other media. I couldn't help but become curious, so I did a little investigation."
Mouri Kogoro couldn't help grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears. Conan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "investigation". If Higashino Fumio opposite him had been wearing black clothes, he would have blushed and his hands and feet would have been red by now.
Soft.
"Soon I discovered a very surprising fact..." At this point, Higashino Fumio glanced at Conan, who had a red and white face, strangely, which made the latter's heart beat faster.
"The number of deaths in Tokyo every year is approximately 110,000, that is, an average of more than 300 people die every day. The cold storages of the 26 crematoriums in the city are also full all year round, and the funeral service commissions in Tokyo can be scheduled until next year. Everyone
They are all too busy to even touch the ground.”
"In addition, in the area of Yoneka Town alone, the number of unnatural deaths can reach more than 500 people every year. This is only what has been investigated, and a large part of these 500 people are high-status people."
Mouri Kogoro's mind was confused after hearing this, and he didn't know what Higashino Fumio wanted to say.
Fumio Higashino suddenly changed his subject, "I originally inherited my family's funeral parlor in the countryside, but because the cost of the funeral parlor was a little high and the population in the countryside was small, it was really difficult to maintain it."
"And here comes the coincidence. I found that Mr. Maori, the deceased in the case you were involved in, a large proportion of the deceased were from the position of president alone. In addition, most of them were from middle-class and above families."
"According to some cases that I have learned about, those victims have not been buried yet because they could not find a suitable funeral home and the crematorium was not available."
"The second problem cannot be solved by a small person like me. After all, in the entire burial process, only the crematorium has the authority to operate by the government. But the first problem is exactly the meaning of the existence of this society."
"So, this is the reason why I took the liberty to come here, and it is also the basis for me to discuss cooperation. I hope to participate in cases with Mr. Maori in the future, and then take over the funeral commissions. Of course, correspondingly, naturally I cannot let Maori
It was paid unilaterally by Mr.
For what Higashino Fumio didn't say clearly, Kogoro Mori naturally understood it instantly, and he got a commission!
But he still felt unhappy. Mr. Higashino's words were implicit. Although he didn't say it directly, he didn't mean that he was a plague god, especially the "president" who loved to kill...
Officer Memu said that he had something dirty, and now he was approached by someone from the funeral agency to discuss cooperation. If this continues, his reputation will be completely wiped out. Damn it!!!
Looking at Higashino Fumio with a natural smile in front of him, Mouri Kogoro finally endured half of his breath and sprinkled the remaining half on Conan's dog's head.
Laughing so loudly.
Hearing Conan's screams, Mouri Kogoro finally felt a little better.
Yuzi looked curiously from Suzuki Sonoko's arms and looked at the red envelope on top of Conan's head. She felt it was very magical and red, and she really wanted to poke it.
Ding bell bell~~~
Just when Mouri Kogoro was hesitating, the phone rang at the right time.
"Moses Moses, Officer Memu, is there anything important?"
"..."
Mouri Kogoro listened quietly, and then his expression changed drastically.
"What?!!"
"President Omuyu of Jumu Enterprises died at home?!!"
