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Chapter 1592 Are you all so arrogant and awkward?

 Chi Feichi was a little surprised, "Do you want to join the Aido Detective Agency?"

"No, I just went to check out the environment," Koshimizu Nanatsuki analyzed carefully, "I have never joined another detective agency before. Clients are all introduced by acquaintances. I am used to being free and unorganized. I also hope to be able to receive people who are interested in me.

Instead of the agency distributing tasks, since I arrived in Tokyo, the environment is relatively unfamiliar. I wanted to see how the detectives in Tokyo work, and also visit the seniors, but..."

Chi Feichi took over the words calmly, "When you go to the Aido Detective Agency, you find that the detectives working there don't seem to have any commissions. A group of grown men are smoking cigarettes and playing mahjong. The room is full of smoke and there are many people in front of the mahjong table.

Hu Xiaoxiao.”

"Yes, yes, after I knocked on the door and entered, they stopped to entertain me. After knowing that I was also a detective, they also enthusiastically asked me if I wanted to visit." Koshimizu Nanatsuki looked a little weird, "But

I thought it was too strange, so I said goodbye and left without staying longer, but how did you know about them..."

"Teacher Maoli will take me over to play mahjong when he has time," Chi Feichi said, "I am quite familiar with Long and the others."

"Yes, really..." Koshizui Nanatsuki was silent for a moment, then looked up at Chi Feichi curiously, "Is it because the Maori Detective Agency doesn't have enough people for a mahjong table?"

Chi Feichi was silent for a moment and nodded, "Xiaolan and Conan sometimes go to school, and even if they don't go to school, Xiaolan doesn't want Conan to play mahjong with us all the time, so she only plays with us occasionally.

"

"I thought that detectives in Tokyo would be like in movies and TV shows. When a client comes to the door, they will observe the client's information or purpose with sharp eyes, record the contents of the client's request seriously, and there will be colleagues beside them who are full of energy with the case.

When the files pass by, there will be people discussing a recent incident," Koshimizu Nanatsuki sighed with emotion about his previous fantasy, "As for a famous detective like Mr. Mori who handles cases alone, he will sit alone in the office and talk about it all by himself.

Drinking coffee with a heavy face, lowering your head to study a certain commission, there must be a blackboard next to it, which is covered with post-it notes written with commission ideas."

"So film and television are just films and television," Chi Feichi mercilessly revealed the secrets of the Tokyo detectives, especially his own teacher, "Teacher Maori prefers to sit behind his desk with a deep and solemn expression and watch the live broadcast of horse racing.

Write down the broadcast time of Ms. Okino Yoko's program in the next few days on the note board. After all, there are not many detective commissions. Fortunately, Mr. Mori, because of his reputation, is sometimes invited to be a guest on the program, but sometimes he will accept it.

Requested by some acquaintances to help with the investigation for free."

"It seems like this now, so I'm not in a hurry to join a firm or open a firm..." Nanatsuki Koshizui said, and suddenly said, "By the way, speaking of acquaintances' entrustment, Lawyer Fei called me early this morning.

, asked me if I was free tomorrow. She wanted to treat me to a casual meal. She had a friend who encountered a little trouble and wanted to ask a detective to help with the investigation, so she wanted to introduce him to me by the way. Also, she said that if you have

If you are free, you can go there together."

"I'm free tomorrow," Chi Feichi said.

"I think..." Koshizui Nanatsuki hesitated for a moment, "Should I tell Mr. Mori? Lawyer Concubine has a commission, shouldn't it be handed over to Mr. Mori? After all, they are husband and wife... But if you tell me directly,

, and I’m worried that Mr. Maoli will complain that Lawyer Fei has forgotten him and cause them to quarrel.”

Chi Feichi thought about it for a moment, "You might as well tell Teacher Maoli, just say that because it is a very simple entrustment, the teacher's mother does not want to trouble Teacher Maoli. In fact, if it is not a particularly troublesome matter, the teacher's mother will do it."

I don’t have the nerve to go to Teacher Maori, but you have to be mentally prepared..."

"Heart, prepare yourself mentally?" Koshimizu Nanatsuki became nervous.

Chi Feichi was satisfied with Yueshui's solemn expression, but Yueshui had been flirting with him before and actually used offal hot pot to scare him.

"For example, 'How could that woman say such kind words?', 'What she does is none of my business', 'If that woman uses any bizarre incident to make things difficult for you, you must...'..."



Half past two in the afternoon.

Ike Feichi, Koshimizu Nanatsuki and the Mori trio met at the entrance of the theater, preparing to meet Mori Kogoro's client and watch a theatrical performance on the way.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mori," Nanatsuki Koshimizu felt a little embarrassed thinking that he was always eating and playing along, "I've caused you trouble again."

"It's okay," Mouri Kogoro waved his hands indifferently and walked into the theater, "Anyway, the client gave me five tickets, and I'm not coming, so it would be a waste if I don't use those tickets!"

Koshizui Nanatsuki took the opportunity to tell Mouri Kogoro about Fei Eiri. According to Chi Feichi, he said that the entrustment was probably too simple, so Fei Eri didn't want to trouble Maori Kogoro.

"Hmph... How could that woman say such polite words? I think she probably wants to cover up her unreasonable troubles in front of outsiders," Mouri Kogoro said with a look of disgust, "And you don't need to tell me about this kind of thing, how is she?

It’s none of my business!”

Koshizu Nanatsuki: "..."

It's actually pretty much what Mr. Chi said.

The only difference is that Mr. Chi's tone was indifferent when he guessed, while Mr. Maori's tone was disgusting and disdainful.

"Dad," Mao Lilan frowned and complained, "Why do you say that?"

"Isn't it?" Mouri Kogoro replied to Maori Lan, then turned to Koshizui Nanatsuki with an upright expression, "By the way, if that woman uses some complicated and bizarre incident to make things difficult for you, you must call

Give it to me and I will teach her a lesson. As a senior detective, I will never let her go!"

Mao Lilan was very angry, "Dad, you are really..."

Koshimi Nanatsuki looked at Mouri Kogoro blankly.

She remembered that when eating hot pot, Mr. Chi also explained:

'Teacher Mori, I hope you don't forget to ask him for help when you are unable to handle the entrustment. He is worried that the matter is too complicated and if you can't solve it, the teacher's wife might be embarrassed by her friends.'

Just because Mr. Chi could predict Mr. Maori's reaction and what he would say so accurately, she believed that Mr. Chi's interpretation would not be wrong.

Hiss...Are all couples these days so arrogant and awkward?

Or is it that the famous detective who is good at solving crimes actually prefers this with women?

Chi Fei later saw Yuesui Nanatsuki glance at him strangely, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Koshimizu Nanatsuki looked away.

She couldn't say words like 'I don't care what happens to you', and Mr. Chi might get angry.

She always had a premonition that... she would end badly.

Mr. Chi is very fierce when he is angry. When Miss Midorikawa Kurara went out last time, it could be seen that she cried before.



Arriving at the entrance of the performance hall, Kogoro Mouri met and greeted a young woman.

The woman was wearing a white professional skirt, her black hair was tied up, only her bangs were hanging down, and she was wearing glasses.

Chi Feichi looked at his teacher and said, well, he is indeed quite honest.

Since the show was about to start, the woman invited a group of people to come in and watch the show, and she would also explain the details of the commission after the show was over.

The auditorium of the performance hall was almost full of people. After the door was closed, the light in the hall also dimmed.

As the dance music played, beams of spotlights lit up on the stage, illuminating pairs of men and women in court costumes dancing together.

The dance did not last long. A man wearing an owl mask and gray and black clothes came forward and confronted another man wearing a white rooster mask. Although the two did not say a word, they clenched their fists and leaned forward.

Actions such as "suddenly turning the head away" and "throwing the cloak and leaving" acted out the conflicts between the two people.

In addition, the music changed from melodious and soothing dance music to a somewhat exciting accompaniment, and the men and women who were originally dancing also retreated, making people feel that the stage was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Subsequently, the two kept stumbling in various scenes, and the conflict finally intensified, and a decisive battle between swords began.

In the increasingly exciting music, two people were fighting back and forth with Western swords. Although the masks on their faces blocked the upper half of their faces, if you were sitting in the front row, you could still see the two of them gnashing their teeth and staring fiercely.

other side.

"Mask, also known as masquerade, is a kind of drama popular in England before Shakespeare." While the two were fighting, the female client introduced to Kogoro Mori in a low voice, "The play performed this time is John Benson

"The TumphOfFolly", translated, means 'The Victory of Folly'."

Mouri Kogoro nodded dryly, not knowing how to respond and comment. He turned to look at his apprentice sitting next to him, and found that his apprentice was staring intently like everyone else, so he could only cast his eyes back to the stage, "Speaking of which,

This is really shocking.”

This time, the apprentice did not give him any homework preview.

The man next to the female client was the art director of the troupe. Hearing this, he couldn't help but proudly took over the words, "In order to achieve the effect, we usually practice with real swords."

"Huh?" Conan, who was watching the show, turned around in surprise.

On the stage, the winner is decided.

The man wearing the owl mask knocked the sword out of his opponent's hand, while the man wearing the white rooster mask fell to his knees in confusion, spreading his hands as if to say something, and then folding his hands in front of him to express surrender, but he was greeted by

Still pierced the heart with a sword without mercy.

After his opponent finally fell to the ground, the man in the owl mask laughed. At first he just lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Strange, where are the lines?"

Only then did Mouri Kogoro realize that none of the actors had any lines.

"There are no lines at all," the female client laughed, "It's just a kind of mime."

"I see." Mouri Kogoro returned his gaze to the stage.

The man in the owl mask retreated to the balcony while laughing, and lightning lit up behind him.

The entire stage went dark, and when it lit up again, the man in the owl mask standing in front of the railing had disappeared.

"Disappeared!" Mouri Kogoro whispered in surprise.

"There is a lifting platform under the balcony," the female client explained patiently. "The actor jumped down by himself while the lights disappeared."

The music suddenly became louder. A man in luxurious clothes, with a white wig on his head and a rooster mask on his face walked slowly and calmly to the throne in the center of the stage. Under the only spotlight, he poured a glass of red wine and drank it.

"Um..." Mouri Kogoro asked, "What is this scene?"


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