Facing the "landslide", the first one to suffer was Mao Lilan who opened the door, and then Conan who approached out of curiosity.
After all, generally speaking, most people who come to the Maori Detective Agency will come with a case, which is why Conan tried every means to live in the Maori family - definitely not because of Xiaolan, absolutely not!
"Yes, I'm sorry!" The person who came was an old man wearing a suit and still holding two remaining packaging boxes in his hand. "I came here because I have something to ask you for help..."
As the uncle said this, he felt embarrassed when he saw Conan who was almost buried in the packaging box. He naturally stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, are you okay?"
Shiraijiu noticed that the movement of this person who stopped Conan and got up was natural and skillful. It was obvious that he was a person who often took care of children. He was probably the kind of lively and active child who often fell down. Most of these children were male.
After righting Conan properly, the man and Xiaolan packed up the toys on the floor together, and walked to the opposite side of Mouri Kogoro's desk. Mouri Kogoro also suddenly got into working mode.
"Um, what's the matter?"
"It went like this..." The man couldn't help but look troubled when he talked about it, "It started about two years ago. I received money and toys every month..."
"Money and toys?" Mouri Kogoro was confused and couldn't help but pick up the toys on the table and look at them carefully.
"Yes..." the man continued distressedly, "the address and name of the sender are all fabricated. I'm worried about what the other party will do..."
Speaking of intentions...
Mouri Kogoro looked at the toys in his hands, which were obviously for children, and asked, "Do you have children of your own?"
"Yes... I have a 5-year-old son..."
Mouri Kogoro thought for a while and began to analyze it bit by bit from the friendliest perspective, "Could it be a gift secretly given to the child by an acquaintance?"
The man quickly replied, "No, my relatives and friends have already asked, and they don't know about this..." Apparently he had thought of this possibility beforehand and asked his relatives and friends for confirmation.
Not close friends but giving money and toys every month...
"How much has been sent so far?" Mouri Kogoro continued to ask, gathering available information.
"One million a month...there are already 25 million..."
Kogoro Mori, Ran Mori, Conan: "Two, twenty-five million?!"
The puppet master who came from the Asian continent in his previous life said that he did not understand how much RMB 25 million in Japan was. Then again, money does not play a big role in liquor, and the amount does not matter.
Bai Jingjiu, holding a white kitten on his head, looked on with bewildered faces.
Then again, this person can do it. Ordinary people would probably just accept it silently when encountering this kind of thing, and then have a pie fall on themselves. But this person found the detective with a toy in his arms.
, listening to his tone, it seemed as if the twenty-five million dollars had not moved at all.
No matter what the reason is, this character is still very valuable.
Over there, Mouri Kogoro also raised this question, "Wouldn't it be great if you slimmed it down..."
The man answered directly without thinking, "You don't even know who understands, how can you accept it?"
After a pause, the man added, "If you just send toys to your children every month, we would be happy to accept them. However, we will never accept so much money from unknown sources..."
A malice called greed gradually emanated from Mouri Kogoro's body: "Okay, let me keep the money first..."
Mao Lilan: "Dad!"
The black fog around Mouri Kogoro immediately dissipated, and his face turned serious in a matter of seconds, "Are there no clues?"
The man pretended that he had not heard what Mouri Kogoro said before, and lowered his head in frustration, "Yes, yes..."
Shirai Jiu's milk cat slid down, revealing only a pair of small pointed pink ears on the top of her head: 0 0...
"Could it be from your former patient, uncle?"
Conan's sudden voice made Mouri Kogoro and Mouri Lan stunned.
"Why?"
"Sick, patient...?"
Shiraijiu glanced at Conan, and then at Xiaolan who looked surprised. She looked at Conan:...
Conan didn't know it yet and just focused on the strange case in front of him, "Uncle, aren't you a surgeon?"
"Well, well..."
Are you really that?!
"If it's a patient that my uncle has helped before, maybe you can send these things to express your gratitude!"
Mouri Kogoro was successfully led astray: "That makes sense..."
"I think so too, so I've asked about all the patients who might do this, but none of them are..." The man sighed, if it was really that simple, he wouldn't come here to ask for help from the detective.
Hmm? Wait?
The middle-aged man was stunned and asked: "Huh? Did I say I was a surgeon?"
There's none?!
Mouri Kogoro and Mouri Lan, who thought they had missed something, reacted and looked at Conan together.
"Conan, how do you know?"
Bai Jingjiu held the kitten in his arms from behind his head, tried hard to mobilize his eye nerves, and winked at Conan crazily.
However, there are no eggs.
Conan replied: "Look at the index fingers of uncle's hands."
"index finger?"
"Isn't there a diagonal indentation between the index fingers? When the surgeon operates, he will use the index fingers of both hands to tighten the sutures to close the patient's wound, so there will be an indentation between the index fingers." Conan said eloquently, "Besides, there is still a little smell of disinfectant on uncle's hands."
Mouri Kogoro was dumbfounded: "Really. Really?"
"Yes, yes. I just had an emergency operation this morning..." As he said that, the middle-aged man looked at Conan and exclaimed, "Little brother, you are really not simple!"
Mouri Kogoro also had to admit: "You kid, you know a lot..."
"Hehehe, no..."
Mao Lilan even entered into a familiar exclamation, "Wow, Conan is so amazing! Your reasoning ability..."
Just like...
Mao Lilan paused, then seemed to think of something, and then his expression gradually became serious.
Just like Shinichi!
Shiraijiu:……
Shiraijiu's eyes followed Xiaolan's and shifted to Conan.
Fortunately, this guy probably knew that he seemed too high-profile just now, so he was pretending to be a child and playing with the children's toys on the table.
…
No, this guy, this guy was studying the toys on the table. Although he was frightened by the scare box in the middle, he was really studying these toys and didn't realize that he was suspected by Xiaolan!!
Ah this...
Bai Jingjiu moved his eyelids guiltily and looked at the faintly flashing red signal light on the lamp above his head.
As a high-end Heisekai, Gin should know that there are many gifted children in the world, so he shouldn't be surprised by a child in a small detective agency with slightly outstanding reasoning ability...
Speaking of which... about the monitor... I really need to say hello to Conan...
Originally, I felt that Conan had a strong reaction to things related to the black organization, so I wanted to hide it. He didn't know anything and just followed his daily routine, so he would not be exposed so easily...
But she really didn't expect Conan to be so reckless... This means that Gin was not familiar with the original Kudo Shinichi, otherwise if he wanted to die like this, even Xiaolan would start to doubt it, let alone Gin...
…
Over there, Conan was still trying to kill him, almost obviously reminding Kogoro Mori to pay attention to which toy boxes did not have regular barcodes, and deliberately said that the toys were old and used...
