The man froze at the white tree for a moment, then looked past him into the house. After glancing at the big words "Maori Detective Agency" on the window, he confirmed that he was not looking for the wrong place, and asked slightly crampedly, "Is Mr. Maori here?" ”

"He's out and won't be back until the evening." , Bai Shu glanced at the mobile phone of Maori Kogoro thrown on the cabinet, this is worthy of being a criminal policeman, and he has evaded the problem very thoroughly.

Retracting his gaze, he turned sideways to open the door, "If you have a commission, you can register first, and I will help you investigate." ”

However, the man waved his hand, "There is no commission...... If it's convenient, can you help me convey a sentence? ”

"Of course, you say." Bai Shu took out a pen from the top of the shoe cabinet, opened his notebook, and posed as a gesture to take notes.

"I'm sorry about what happened ten years ago, but if there's anything I can compensate for, please just ask. Also, thanks to Mr. Mori, I was able to realize my mistakes and start a new life. The man smiled innocently:

"He's a really good cop and hopefully one day we'll see him back on duty."

The visitor seemed a little introverted, and after saying these few words that had been drafted countless times in his mind, he didn't know what to say more, and finally he could only bow deeply without saying a word, and turned to leave.

Shiraki leaned against the door frame and looked at his back, and suddenly spoke, "Mr. Murakami." ”

"What?" The man leaned on the railing and turned back.

Then he felt that something was wrong, and touched the back of his head blankly, "I don't seem to have said my last name......"

"Today there is a cultural festival in the city, a newly opened amusement park in the east, and a comic exhibition in Rice Flower Park, all of which are very lively."

Bai Shu put the pen to the side, the book was put together and sandwiched in the crook of his arm, and his tone was like an advertising tool person selling attractions, "It's hard to come out, it's better to enjoy life." ”

"Haha, that's right, after ten years in it, I can't catch up with the trend of young people." , Murakami waved his hand goodbye to him, "I'll go and see it, thank you." ”

When he was far away, Shiraki returned to the house and closed the door with his backhand.

He looked down at the notebook in his hand, and on the paper that had been blank for many days, there was a black name lying quietly:

Akira Murakami.

Washing one's hands and turning oneself is a high-risk move in a small world. Hopefully, in the last few hours, he won't regret it

Although this soul is not in the predicted plot, the performance of the delivery to the door should not be in vain. Shiraki released the bird and followed Murakami's abbot for easy positioning.

In the evening, Mori Kogoro returned home listlessly and continued to worry about his pile of clothes.

In the end, Xiaolan helped him pick out a set of clothes, ordered him to change them within 5 minutes, and then the family hurriedly went out to the banquet.

After the people left, Bai Shu took out a disc he had just picked up, ready to fish and watch a TV series for a while.

After only two or three episodes, a bird jumped through the window and squeezed in, swallowed the fried skewers in its mouth for nowhere, and shouted, "People are dead!" ”

"Got it, got it, you keep it quiet."

Shiraki looked at the progress bar, there was still half an hour left in the episode, he clicked on fast forward, and quickly finished reading, and it was also the end time of the Maori Detective Agency.

Shiraki changed into civilian clothes, locked the door and prepared to leave.

Only half down the stairs, I saw Xiaolan coming back with Maori Kogoro in a huff, and Conan followed them speechlessly, pondering how people like Maori Kogoro got off the list.

Bai Shu casually said hello, "Coming back so early?" ”

This topic accurately poked Xiaolan's anger point.

Her face changed, and she grabbed Maori Kogoro's hand with a force, and all four of them heard a crunch.

Maori Kogoro's face also changed, "It hurts, it hurts...... Tap, tap! ”

Xiaolan snorted:

"It's not that he's done it again! actually talked nonsense with a nightclub owner in front of my mother, saying 'thank you for taking care of', isn't this a disguised admission that he always goes to that kind of place! ”

Maori Kogoro didn't look over his head and snorted, every time he met Fei Yingli, the uncle's mental age would plummet, and he said angrily, "A healthy one!" Adulthood! Single men! Why can't you go to a nightclub! ”

"Shut up, you married man!"

The father and daughter entered the house in a fight, Conan stopped at the door, and looked at the white tree with his pocket, "It's so late, where are you going?" ”

"Late? The nightlife for adults has just begun! As he spoke, Bai Shu didn't give the kid a chance to ask questions, and quickly slipped away.

His tone sounded too natural and reasonable, and it wasn't until the white tree's back disappeared that Conan felt that something was wrong:

“…… Where did you come from the nightlife of a person who sleeps at 10 o'clock! ”

……

The location of the door panel sign is quite far from here, but it is quite close to the restaurant where a Maori party is, and I wonder if Conan has contributed here.

Bai Shu stepped off the tram, evaded surveillance all the way, came to a single-family villa with a small courtyard, slipped over the wall to the window, and looked out of the window.

The scene in the room was messy, the floor was littered with broken wine glasses and spilled red wine, the coffee table was knocked over, and next to the sofa, a man lay lifeless on the ground, and a hideous strangulation mark could be seen on his neck.

The killer left for the time being, presumably preparing to clean up the props to be used at the scene.

Bai Shu put on his gloves, pushed the unlocked window a little open, and beckoned to the soul that was crouching in front of the corpse in a daze, "Come here, it's time to go." ”

The soul turned his head sluggishly and glanced at him, his expression suddenly becoming extremely complicated.

Of course, he remembered this person he had just met a few hours ago, and for a moment, he remembered the reminder of the other party: cultural festivals, amusement parks, enjoy life......

Why didn't you listen to him properly, but ran out to drink with suspicious passers-by!

Whether you play well or not is secondary, the key is that life is also taken, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Gao Zhuang's soul was complicated and indescribable, tears fell out in an instant, crying like a three-hundred-pound ball, and what was even worse was that he didn't dare to ignore the other party's greeting, so he could only walk towards the window with a handful of snot and tears.

Bai Shu understood when he saw his miserable appearance, and when he struggled to climb up to the windowsill, he picked up him in a place where he didn't get tears and snot, and closed the window again, "I didn't have a good time today." ”

"......", Murakami felt an arrow in his heart.

But if you think about it, he didn't really do anything today.

"I listened to you and stopped by a comic convention, where I met someone who was very important to me." , Murakami's abbot secretly patted the horse's ass, while showing a look of memory:

"It's my boss's only daughter, her mother died in childbirth, and because of me, she completely lost both parents ten years ago...... I didn't know that this was the case in that scumbag boss's house at the time, and if I had known, I wouldn't have done such a murderous ugly thing out of anger. ”

Bai Shu glanced at him with the expression of looking at talents, "After so many years, do you still remember what other people's daughters look like?" ”

"Of course, that was the only time I killed someone, and I remember the anger of the victim's family clearly." , Murakami's uncle sighed and covered his eyes with his chubby hand in repentance:

"When I saw her this afternoon, she signed comics at the comic con, recognized me, and gave me a copy, saying that she hoped that I could be like the protagonist of that comic, no matter how difficult things were, to come out of the shadows and start a new life."

Murakami's abbot said, his eyes wet again, "How can there be such a good person in the world, she must be a fairy!" It's a pity that the comic is in my coat pocket and I haven't had time to read it yet. ”

Bai Shu paused at his feet, looked at the soul who was hinting madly, and then followed his longing gaze to the convenience store next to him.

By the window, there is a row of comics.

"You want?"

Murakami's head was lowered and he pointed his finger shyly, "Also、I don't particularly want to ......"

"Let's go, then."

"I'm sorry I lied, but I really, very, really wanted to see it, so please make sure you let me see it! I only had time to read the first episode before, and there are 6 words left behind! I will never forget your great kindness, in short, I really ask you, my deposit can be given to you! ”

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, and Murakami's uncle knelt down and put on a standard soil sitting posture.

These words made Bai Shu's heart ripple for a second.

But in the second second, he came to his senses with strong self-control, "...... If you take your deposit, you will only be investigated as a suspect in your murder.

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