"Wow! this house is really not small!" said Uncle Maori, who stood in front of the manor of the Zhuang family with a pergola in his hand and sighed.

"I can't imagine that such a beautiful estate could be built so far from the city. Xiaolan also sighed.

It seemed that because Xiaolan's words were far away, Zhuang Tang Hutao, who was standing in front, suddenly apologized: "I'm sorry, because of me, the Maori detective had to come to this remote place in his busy schedule." ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Uncle Maori waved his hand: "I'm a detective, it's a profession that runs around, as long as I can help solve the troubles of the eldest lady, my running is meaningful!" When he said this, Uncle Maori put on a serious face, and even brought a little star effect, but ......

But Miss Zhuangtang Hu Tao is blind......

Conan glanced behind him worriedly, he had been a little uneasy since he heard Gray Hara's words, as if he was watching him from behind him.

There was a light snow last night, the snow was not thick, and it happened to hang a layer on the evergreen trees in the garden, and the tall and straight pines and white and green embellishments were very lovely.

Xiaolan suddenly laughed: "It looks like a Christmas tree." ”

"Christmas tree? This is what my garden looks like. Zhuang Tang Hu Tao said.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Xiaolan realized that she had poked the wound on Zhuang Tang Hutao's eye again, and quickly apologized.

"You don't need to apologize. Zhuangtang Hutao shook his head: "I have lived here for more than 20 years, and for the first time I know that my manor is as beautiful as Christmas." ”

"Eldest Lady......" The housekeeper of Baogu who was standing aside had a sad expression, probably feeling sorry for his eldest lady.

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

"......" Conan stared at the face of the housekeeper of Baoya, and always felt that this person seemed to have a ghost in his heart thinking about something else.

……

"Ahh......h

"Mizuma, are you wearing less, or are you too lacking in your usual exercise?" said Matsumoto, who looked like a chimpanzee in size and a menacing face.

"Although I thought that it would cool down today, I forgot that the location I was looking at was a deserted suburb, and the clothing index was based on the urban area. Mizumatsuki's feet stomped the snow with a thud, and she considered the feasibility of collecting the snow and building an igloo.

This morning, Mizuma Moon received a contact from the Zhuang family, and there were already two people who claimed to be the person Zhuang Tang Kutao was looking for, of course, there was only one person who saved Zhuang Tang Hu Tao, and today they decided to ask Detective Mori Kogoro to help them distinguish which one was the boy that Zhuang Tang Hu Tao had met.

Maori Kogoro came out, Mizuma Moon believed that there was no problem in distinguishing the truth of those two people, and after thinking about it, he planned to go over together, and after distinguishing the truth from the false, he could directly investigate whether the fake one was the murderer of the case twenty years ago, and if there was a place where Conan was there, if there was another murder case, Mizuma Moon could also take over the scene as soon as possible.

"Ahh

Originally, Mizumatsuki's plan was quite comfortable.,As a result, after telling the Matsumoto management officer about it.,The management officer was excited to go together.,As a result, the command of the team was naturally handed over to the Matsumoto management officer as a police officer.,Mizuma Moon had to stand here with the management officer and suffer from the cold.。

"I can't see anything...... "Matsumoto Administrator still grumbles as he holds up his binoculars.

'If you didn't know you were a police officer, you'd be no different from a voyeur right now, you know?' Mizuma said as she looked at Matsumoto Supervisor from the side, and complained in her heart.

"Do you want to go around to the west side of the manor, where the main villa is close to the walled enclosure. Mizuma said as she observed the shape of the manor.

"Really? Like. However, the same manor was not so clear in the eyes of the Matsumoto manager: "Let's go!"

Mizuma sighed in her heart, and she could finally go back to the car for a few minutes to warm up for a while.

"Since it's not far, let's walk over and don't let the sound of the engine attract attention...... Mizuma, what's wrong with you?" said Matsumoto as soon as he grabbed Mizuma, who turned around and walked towards the police car.

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

……

"Oh, it's full, it's full, it's delicious, Miss. "Uncle Maori, who enjoyed a lavish lunch, could have flowers on his face.

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

"You're welcome, sure enough, it's still more fun to eat more. Miss Zhuangtang Hutao, who usually eats alone, is also very happy.

"It's just that there is an imposter who ran the wrong place and mixed in here, polluting the atmosphere here. Said a white-faced, stout man, his name was Kusumoto Takahei, who claimed to be the person Miss Shodo was looking for, and had a long scar on his back.

"Are you talking about me?" a thin, dark-faced man glanced at the former, who was naturally the other, accompanied by Sogo Field, scarred on his chest.

"It's almost time for you to confess, isn't it?imposter?"

"Huh, then I should tell you, right?" Sogo Companion shot back.

For these two people to have such a conversation, Zhuang Tang Hu Tao and Baogu Steward have been used to it, and this has been the case since these two people met in the villa.

"The two of them don't quarrel anymore, and the Maori detectives will naturally find out who is real and who is fake. After putting down the knife and fork and wiping his mouth, Zhuang Tang Hu Tao said, "That's right, Mr. Maori." ”

"Well, no problem. Uncle Maori smiled, "Anyway, I'll take them to another room for questioning first." ”

"Excuse me, Mr. Detective. "I'll see you later. The two of them scrambled out of the restaurant, as if to show their confidence.

"Please be sure to identify it carefully, and it is possible that both of them are impostors. The housekeeper walked up to Uncle Maori before he got up and whispered, "After all, it's been thirty years, and the boy back then may no longer be alive, or maybe he hasn't seen the missing person notice of the young lady." ”

"Impossible!" Zhuang Tang Hu Tao, whose hearing is much more sensitive than normal people, suddenly exclaimed, "He is still alive! And he is still in this house! Although I can no longer see, my eyes are telling me this!"

"Eh!" Uncle Maori was taken aback by Miss Zhuangtang's reaction, while Butler Baogu had already seen a lot and was not surprised.

"Ke...... What about Conan?" Xiaolan was also frightened, and turned her head to see Conan's reaction, only to find that Conan was no longer in his seat at some point.

"Conan, what are you doing?" Ran spotted Conan lying on the wall, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window next to him.

"Sister Xiaolan, look, there seems to be someone staring here!" Conan said, it turned out that it was not his delusion, but someone was really staring here.

"What? Don't scare me Conan!"

……

"My eyes are telling me that the murderer is here. Matsumoto said firmly.

"Why?" asked Mizuma as she nibbled on simple food.

The two of them were now leaning against the fence of Zhuang Tang's house, looking inside like two suspicious characters. To be honest, Mizuma didn't know why he was doing this, at least he didn't think it was necessary.

"To be precise, the wound, the wound that the murderer left in my left eye, it is now constantly heating and hot. Matsumoto pointed to the scar on his left eyelid that ran through the upper and lower eyelids.

'It's just psychological, or you're frozen. Mizuma said in her heart, but she had no intention of talking back to her face.

Every time he encounters Gin, the scar on his chest from being shot by Gin doesn't react.

"What people!" suddenly a group of people ran out of the manor, and the two people were actually discovered by the security team in the manor.

"Huh, Police, Mizuma Boy?" "Why is it Uncle Maori who came out with the security team?"

"Hey, it's Maori!" said Matsumoto Executive.

Uncle Maori led the security guard to see that it was someone known to Detective Maori Kogoro, and they all handed down the baton in their hands that they had faced before.

"Something happened. A police officer who had been on standby a little farther away saw the sudden confusion and ran over and gathered around Mizuma and Matsumoto.

"What are you doing here, are you arresting any prisoner?" Uncle Maori was confused by the second monk.

"Mori should be something that can be said, right?" said Matsumoto after a moment's thought.

"Oh? Uncle Maori patted his chest and said that his character was absolutely fine.

“……”

“……”

"......" After some explanations, Matsumoto explained to Uncle Mori what had happened before Uncle Mori joined the company, and told him that he thought that the prisoner was among the people inside.

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

"The song that the prisoner liked very much, it was the Beatles' song, and the prisoner was seen whistling, and the melody was that song. Matsumoto said.

Hearing that Uncle Maori wanted to help, Mizuma Moon was a little reluctant, but the management officer was pressing here, and it was useless for him to be unhappy.

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

"On alert, Mr. Maori has news that a brown-haired man likes jazz and another swarthy man likes soul music. After saying that, Mizuma Moon furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't know either of these two kinds of music, only roughly knew that the Beatles that the murderer liked seemed to be rock music.

"Tell him to continue investigating. ”

"Yes!"

It was past dinner time, during which Mizuma finally persuaded Matsumoto to return to the car, otherwise he felt like he was about to die of freezing to death.

Now Shui Jianyue is gnawing on the biscuits dryly, because the water in the thermos cup is about to freeze, and Shui Jianyue doesn't want to drink it, and feels frozen teeth.

"Huh?" Mizuma received a text message, it was Conan's.

"Huh, Mori?" Matsumoto's mobile phone rang with a text message, but it seemed to be from Uncle Mori.

"Maori said that he had found the person Miss Zhuang Tang was looking for, but that person was actually Miss Zhuang Tang's housekeeper, and the two people who applied were fake. Matsumoto said the manager.

"Then go in and get someone. Mizuma said, closing the phone in her hand.

"What? Are you saying to bring those two people back? No, if you fail to claim an unofficial bounty, it doesn't constitute fraud. Matsumoto didn't understand what Mizuma meant, and said differently.

"Didn't you mention it when you told Mr. Mori before, that the car that the murderer was driving at that time did not have blood on the steering wheel, and the seat cover was taken away, right? Mizuma asked.

"That's right, I guess I have the information for you. Matsumoto asked.

"Yes. Shui Jianyue nodded, and then raised his mobile phone to signal: "I received an inference here, if the wound you caused to the murderer is in front of you, you will inevitably subconsciously cover the wound with your hands, and then stick to the steering wheel when you grab the steering wheel with your hands......" I thought about how I didn't have an impression of this information.

"So the murderer was injured in the back, and he took the table and chair cover away so that we wouldn't find out!"

"But why did Mori send the reasoning to your phone?" asked Matsumoto Administrator, who had already sent him a copy of the results.

Of course, Mizuma Moon would not tell him that this was Conan's reasoning, and it is estimated that the letter from Matsumoto Management Officer was also sent by Conan with his mobile phone after he anesthetized Uncle Maori. Taking advantage of the gap between the words just now, he had already blindly changed the remarks of Conan in the address book on his mobile phone to Mr. Mori, and then casually glanced at the management officer of Matsumoto, while guessing: "The information about the music just now was also sent directly to me, maybe Mr. Mori thinks it is convenient to send it to me after all." ”

"I remember that your text message sounded first, right? I guess it was Maori who remembered the final result and should have said it, so I remembered that there was still me......" Matsumoto said with some sadness.

Mizuma Moon thought in her heart, what did Conan mean by sending him his reasoning with his own number, was he showing favor, or was he threatening his reasoning speed to be faster than Mizuma's?