The Zhuang family looks like a rich family at a glance, big and beautiful, and it is not at all comparable to the small villa of Gaocheng Karuizawa.

No wonder they gave away 100 million yen lottery tickets like this.

Gao Cheng, who cheekily went to Zhuangtang's house with Maori Kogoro and his party to eat, sighed a little, since he became famous as a detective, he has seen a lot of rich people, and he is completely two extremes from the poor.

The gap between the rich and the poor in this society seems to be very large, and if it weren't for the large wealth obtained from the Dusk Annex, he would probably only become the middle class no matter how hard he tried.

"I said joto," said Uncle Maori, as he ate his dinner, "why do you have to come back?" I'm not here to play......"

"It's okay," the blind female client Zhuang Tang Hu Tao sipped red wine and smiled, "It's more fun to eat more people, usually there are only 4 people at home, including me, the Baogu housekeeper and two maids, it's strangely deserted." ”

"How so?"

The uncle was stunned and said, "This house is indeed a bit big, but what about your parents?" ”

"Mom has died of illness a long time ago, and my father, who has been taking care of me, also ...... three years ago," Zhuang Tang Hu Tao said with a slightly dark expression, "Before my father died, he entrusted me with the care of the newly hired Baogu housekeeper to take care of ......."

Gao Cheng was eating delicious food while quietly looking at the two strange men at the same table.

Just like in the photo, Takahei Kusumoto, a wide-faced man with long brown hair, and Sogo Takeba, a black man with dreadlocks, don't look like good things.

Come to think of it, you shouldn't mention anything about 100 million yen on TV in the first place, which will definitely attract some guys with ulterior motives.

According to the impression of Zhuang Tang Hutao, if the original teenager came over because of money, it would also ruin the good memories......

Gao Cheng buried his head in eating the last curry.

The boy in the memories has nothing to do with him, the important thing is the commission of the Matsumoto manager.

It stands to reason that it was Uncle Mori who was entrusted by someone else, and he was not easy to intervene, but Matsumoto Administrator rarely asked him to come over and help, hoping that he could find the serial murderer who had disappeared for fifteen years, and he was sure that the prisoner must be in this house, because the scar on his left eye began to hurt again.

He was tempted to say that it was all psychological......

Indeed, 100 million yen is not a small amount, since the murderer back then had the same "one" scar, it is not surprising that he would be attracted, but he was able to hide for fifteen years for so long, and the police have not been able to find clues, this kind of person must be a very cunning and careful person, there is no reason to expose himself so simply.

Gao Cheng felt that Matsumoto was about to be disappointed.

However, it's not that there is no chance to find the murderer, no matter what, the other party will definitely subconsciously pay attention to things related to him.

Twenty years ago, two people were killed, another was killed fifteen years ago, and a policeman was killed, even if Matsumoto did not ask for it, Takasei wanted to find out the heinous murderer.

After dinner, Gao Cheng took out the email sent by Xiao Ai, which was the entire summary information about the incident that Xiao Ai had collected before.

The first case occurred 20 years ago, the victim was Mr. Jiji Fugakawa, a 50-year-old doctor at the time, and the murder weapon was a Japanese knife held by Yoshikawa himself, and two days later it was an assistant professor at the Department of Science and Engineering of Toto University, 42-year-old Atsunori Maida, and the murder weapon was the same Japanese knife.

Subsequently, the police officer in charge of the investigation saw that the suspicious person who appeared frequently came forward to ask questions, but was hit by a vehicle that suddenly launched and fled and died of serious injuries in the line of duty.

Five years later, 34-year-old lawyer Nabii was killed with his own kitchen knife.

In all three cases, the victim was knocked unconscious with an electric shock baton in advance, and then cut his body with a knife, and because there was no trace of the door lock being pried open, the police have been investigating the crime committed by an acquaintance, but the three victims have nothing in common, so the investigation has reached an impasse.

There are still some details that the police have not announced, but he has already asked to see the case information, and Matsumoto should not refuse, after all, there is not much time left before the prosecution period of the case, and it is now the fifteenth year, and the deadline is in these days.

"Thank you for your hospitality," the brown-haired Kusumoto Takahei put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked sarcastically at Sogo Wajiba, the dreadlocked male companion next to him, "It's just an imposter who went to the wrong place, you better confess quickly, impostor, there are two detectives here......"

"Humph!" Sogo Companion said coldly, "That's what I should have said, right?!" You're an imposter! ”

"Okay......"

Zhuang Tang Hu Tao interrupted the two arguing and said, "In the end, Mr. Maori will tell, and that's why I invited Mr. Maori over." ”

Gao Cheng put away his mobile phone and watched everyone leave the table one after another, especially Nan Ben and the two companions, and finally Zhuang Tang Hu Tao was also taken back to the room by the maid to rest, and Uncle Maori decided to ask two men separately.

"Uncle," Gao Cheng followed, "I'll come with me too, maybe I can help some." ”

Maori Kogoro raised his eyebrows, although Gao Cheng helped him in the previous trouble, but I don't know how, it still feels weird to hear Gao Cheng say that he helped now.

"Okay, but don't interject."

"No problem."

"Hey," Conan, who had fallen behind, approached Gao Cheng and asked in a low voice, "Joto, what the hell are you up to?" ”

"It's nothing," Gao Cheng said as he walked behind his uncle, "but there is a case to investigate." ”

"The case?" The hairs on Conan's head almost stood on end.

"Don't think about it," Gao Cheng's eyelids jumped, "You better help the uncle complete the commission first." ”

The uncle asked Kusumoto and the two of them one after another, but about what happened thirty years ago, both of them could answer, and it was exactly the same.

"Damn," the uncle pulled down his whole face when he left, "During the TV interview, he actually told all the details of the year, the date of the accident, the type of car that caused the accident, and the name of the hospital where he was hospitalized...... How do I need to tell the difference?! ”

"Okay, Dad," Xiaolan comforted on the side, "That's why Aunt Hu Tao will find Dad over, there will definitely be a way." ”

"Hmm......"

The uncle still has a calm face, feeling very faceless in front of Gao Cheng, but Gao Cheng always follows behind with a calm face.

Glancing at Gao Cheng again, who didn't know what he was thinking, the uncle's face darkened for a while.

It's too much......

"Speaking of the differences between those two men," Conan pondered, "Mr. Kusumoto repeatedly said that he was very thin when he was a child, and Mr. Banba emphasized that he only knew how to read when he was a child...... The problem is that none of these TVs are mentioned......"

"Conan," Xiaolan opened her mouth to pull Conan's thoughts back, "Steward Baogu said that the bath water is ready, Conan and I will go wash first, I haven't helped you rub your back for a long time......"

"Poof!" Gao Cheng's face lost his calm, and he almost collided with the uncle in front of him.

"There is only one bathroom, and it is difficult to enjoy the bathroom of this kind of mansion," the uncle looked very ugly, but he didn't seem to hear Xiaolan and Conan talking behind him, and looked at Gao Chengdao, "Except for a rich person like you." ”

"Come on, I didn't build any mansion bathrooms."