It turned out that Uncle Maori was happy too soon, and the Maori detective agency did not commission a month after resuming business, and the situation was grim.

After a visit, the uncle's pockets never bulged again, and he finally returned to his old business and pinned his hopes on the racehorses.

"Well, the horses are finally in the final corner! In the last 200 meters side by side, which horse can break out of the encirclement? ”

"Demon Typhoon No. 2 won! This result was so unexpected that the field was boiling! But then again, there shouldn't be any normal audience who will buy No. 2......"

"I'm in!" The Maori detective agency sounded the sound of the uncle's cheers, the uncle had a sloppy beard, like children holding lottery tickets, "It's a big bad 3 million!" 3 million! God bless! ”

"3 million?!" Xiao Lan, who was unprepared, also exclaimed in surprise, startled, "Is it true?" ”

"Of course, I'll just say it's always going to happen!"

"Huh?"

Gao Cheng arrived downstairs in the office and was about to carry the videotape of Yoko Okino upstairs when he heard the shouting.

"Did you win the lottery?"

"It's a pity," the TV narrator continues, "the Demon Typhoon Diagonal was disqualified from the competition, and the ranking changed, and the first place was the No. 8 Iron Block Brandy!" ”

"How so?" Uncle Maori grabbed the TV in despair, "Doesn't God help the poor?" ”

"That, uncle......"

Gao Cheng appeared at the door, knocked on the door and said, "I'll return the tape." ”

"My 3 million ......" uncle was hit and lay in front of the computer tightly, and he didn't even seem to care about his most precious Yoko Okino videotape.

"What's wrong with Uncle?" Gao Cheng looked at Conan next to him suspiciously.

"What else could be the matter?" Conan smiled speechlessly, "Bet on the horse and lose again......"

"Isn't it normal to lose?"

"How do you, a rich man, know the suffering of the poor?"

The uncle snorted and looked back at Gao Cheng: "The 3 million in hand actually flew!" ”

"I didn't get it in the first place......"

Gao Cheng put the tape on the coffee table and continued to look for it on the shelf.

"Except for Miss Yoko's, aren't there any other tapes? I forgot to see Kamen Superman last time......"

"Stupid, how could I record that kind of show?!" Uncle Maori said angrily, "You should go to those little ghosts for this kind of thing!" ”

"I'm sorry, is it Mr. Maori?"

A woman wearing sunglasses appeared in the doorway, followed by a tall, thin man with glasses who looked like a butler.

"I'm Zhuangtang Hutao, and I want to trouble Mr. Maori for something."

"Ah," Xiaolan shouted softly when she saw someone coming, "It's the wealthy lady on TV who won the 100 million yen lottery!" ”

"What?" The uncle stared wide-eyed and gritted his teeth to look at the visitor.

God is so fond of the rich......

"It seems that I want to give the winning ticket to whom," Xiaolan said curiously, "but what do you need to ask your father for help?" ”

The uncle raised his spirits when he heard this, but unfortunately the target of the lottery ticket was obviously not him.

"It's me," Zhuang Tang Hu Tao said on crutches, "I want to give the lottery ticket to the boy who protected me when I was a child and was seriously injured, I can't recognize it now by his appearance and voice, but I remember that time, his T-shirt was torn and there was a long strip of blood, although because of the accident, my eyesight gradually deteriorated, and now I can't see it at all, but I can't forget that scene......"

The uncle was disappointed: "So you want to entrust me to use this wound as a clue to find the teenager?" ”

"No," explained the butler man, "because I said it on TV, someone has already come to the door, claiming to be the same boy from the beginning, and it is two ......."

"Two?"

Uncle Maori sat down face to face on the sofa and took two photos.

"You want me to find out which of these two people is real......

"Yes, because there was only one person who saved me in the first place."

"That is to say, the other one is fake, purely here to cheat money, what a hateful guy."

Uncle Maori looked at the two people in the photo and continued to ask, "So, have you seen the wounds of these two people?" ”

"The housekeeper Mr. Hoya has seen it all......"

"Yes," said the butler man, "the gentleman with the brown hair is on the back, and the gentleman with the black hair is on the chest, both with great scars......"

"Aren't you sure if the scar is on the back or on the chest?" Uncle Maori was surprised.

"Yes," Zhuang Tang Hu Tao lowered his head, "I only remember the distance between the two armpits, which is very ......large."

"By the way, where is the place where the accident occurred when I picked up the car?"

"It was the summer vacation of 30 years ago, and when I went on vacation to Izu with my parents, I met a teenager of about the same age at the beach......"

"Buzz!" The sedan drove away from the downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency, leaving Gao Cheng alone in the back.

Uncle, this guy took the commission and ran away, it sounds like a good commission.

A nearly 40-year-old beauty looking for her first love, he has also seen reports on TV, except for the scars and the name "sweet ginger", the mysterious boy who doesn't know anything is still firmly grasping the heart of the big beauty.

It's amazing, I haven't forgotten it for 30 years, and 30 years ago I was still in the second grade of elementary school, is it so early and so long for children to fall in love?

Gao Cheng thought of the doctor and Fusha's painting, and then thought of a few small ghosts.

The world is obsessed with childhood sweethearts and children falling in love, right?

Think he's 19 years old now, but he's actually older......

……

Outside Zhuangtang Hutao's house, Gao Cheng was temporarily called over by Officer Twilight and unexpectedly saw Matsumoto Police Officer.

The boss of this twilight police officer, Gao Cheng, actually rarely interacted with him, and he had never met a few times, and the most impressive thing was the scar that crossed his left eye, and a serious flat face.

"Actually, I wanted to contact the Joto detectives before," Matsumoto said in a deep voice, "The serial murderer who has been at large for twenty years finally has a clue......

"Serial murderer?"

"Twenty years ago, I chased him to the dock alone, and my scar was left by him, but I also snatched the knife from the guy and cut him down with my backhand, leaving a 'one' knife mark on his body......"

Matsumoto looked at the luxurious villa of the Shodo family on the other side.

"So after I saw the news two days ago, I thought that guy might come to fish in troubled waters, so I followed......"

"Was the knife wound in the back or in the chest?" Gao Cheng asked.

"I don't remember exactly," Matsumoto shook his head, "I just remember that I did get a hit, and at that time I was injured in my left eye and couldn't see clearly...... Anyway, Detective Joto, I hope you'll help us find the murderer. ”