In the afternoon, fine snow falls again in the snow village, and the bare hundred-year-old cherry blossom trees in front of the village's kimono sleeve shrine seem to bloom like brilliant cherry blossoms.

When the police searched for another earring pendant at the hotel, Gao Cheng accompanied Wise Eri to the tree again.

"When my sister committed suicide, I was studying in Boston, and I didn't know until a year later," said Wise Eri, looking sadly at the snowflakes falling from the branches, "My cowardly sister was actually framed for drug trafficking and ended up committing suicide...... Why didn't she tell me? I was her sister, her only relative in this world, and I didn't even see her for the last time......

"Those two people are so deceitful, shouldn't they be killed?"

"Is it comfortable to kill someone?" Gao Cheng couldn't answer, but said in a deep voice, "Killing someone is such a terrible thing, don't you really have a little fear?" Miss Sakurako, she certainly doesn't want you, the only sister, to bear this kind of sin. ”

"Detective Joto...... If only you had been there five years ago......"

With warm tears streaming down her eyes, Wise Eri left the shrine accompanied by two police officers, leaving only Gao Cheng and his party.

Gao Cheng held Xiao Ai and silently looked at the back of Wise Huili.

Indeed, if he had been there, he should have been able to save Sakurako Suzuka.

But five years ago, even the original owner didn't even go to high school.

"Hmph," Uncle Maori stood next to him with a stinky face, glancing at Gao Cheng, "as if he had killed someone......"

Gao Cheng glanced back at Uncle Maori and did not speak.

He had killed people in the Gintama world, but he didn't do anything to ordinary people.

He understands the meaning of human life better than ordinary people.

Here in the Conan world, for the time being, except for those people with gin, no one has made him feel that he should be killed, Shibasaki Asuka and Anzai Ema are a little annoying, but after all, it is not a fairy tale world, people in the real world are complex and changeable, there are few absolute bad people, and there are no absolute good people.

The same is true of Wise Value Wise.

"Let's go," Gao Cheng exhaled, pulling Xiao Ai onto the steps, "I can't stay here in Snow Village, so it's better to leave quickly before the reporter hears the news." ”

This time, the case was drawn to "Introduction to Creation", but he didn't have the idea of changing his career, and the gain was better than nothing, so he could only be a memorial.

"Damn, it's like this again!" Uncle Maori followed behind, a little indignant.

Why add it? He didn't know that it should be like this every time, and he didn't spend a complete vacation, so he didn't want to meet Gao Cheng.

And every time there is Gao Cheng, "Sleeping Kogoro" fails, I don't know if it's a bazi offense, except for playing mahjong, I haven't won anything else.

Playing mahjong?

"Joto boy," Uncle Maori was in a better mood, "How about going back and rubbing a few mahjong games after recording the confession?" I heard that Mihua has opened a new mahjong parlor......"

"I'm not going to fight."

……

After returning to Tokyo for a while, Gao Cheng began to live an ordinary detective life again, going out to work, staying at home, and hanging out with neighbors.

He didn't want to play mahjong with Uncle Maori, especially when Xiaolan was there, whether it was playing mahjong or lottery, as long as it was a project to bet on luck, he didn't want to meet this family.

Then play mahjong and chop hands.

"Really? Because I got a free drink coupon, Uncle has been going to Lemon Bar these nights? And then what? ”

Chenghu Detective Agency, Gao Chengcai received a call from Xiaolan when he returned to the office after work.

"Uncle was mistaken by gangsters last night and was attacked?"

"Well, when I came home at night, I was almost hit by a steel bar pushed down from a high-rise building on the construction site," Xiaolan worried, "Dad doesn't seem to care at all, although I called the police, but ......"

"I see, I'll help him."

Gao Cheng hung up the phone and looked at the stacked papers on his desk.

I sent a report to the customer, and I really couldn't sit still at all, but the uncle's matter is indeed very serious, and it has already involved murder, so he should go over to it.

After talking to Xiao Ai, Gao Cheng put away his mobile phone and went downstairs.

When I arrived at the Maori Detective Agency, Officer Takagi was also present, and it seemed that this accident scared Xiaolan a lot.

"We've checked the phone that sent yesterday's message," Takagi explained, "and it was a phone signed up to by an anonymous account, and we haven't found anyone with the surname Kimura in a traffic accident or involved in any criminal case from last night until today......

"So it's just someone playing a prank," Uncle Maori leaned back in his chair impatiently and looked at Xiaolan on the sofa, "Not only did I find the police, but even the Joto kid was called over, and you are too good at causing trouble, Xiaolan, besides, the other party just mistook me for the one named Kimura......"

"But ......"

"Mr. Mori," Takagi said solemnly, "if the gangsters don't find out that they have made the wrong person and find an opportunity to attack Mr. Mori, it will be dangerous, and Xiaolan is also worried about this......"

Gao Cheng picked up a mobile phone that was bumped into the ID bag and pressed it.

There was no information in it except for a text message, not even a contact person, and the text message was a threatening letter sent after the accident last night.

"I will never miss next time, I will definitely take your life......"

According to Xiaolan, the uncle came back from the lemon bar last night and ended up taking the coat of a customer named Kimura, and he still hasn't found the Kimura.

But it's too strange, will the average person not have a contact on their phone?

Or even say...... At the moment, there are not many signs of use on this phone, there is very little wear, and there are almost no scratches to be found.

As for the coat, there was nothing but the word "Kimura" embroidered on the neckline, and the neckline and cuffs didn't look like they were often worn.

New clothes?

Gao Cheng took his coat and sniffed it.

The faint smell of alcohol should be the relationship that Uncle Maori wore through yesterday.

It's a little strange, the guy named Kimura......

"Officer Takagi!" Sato hurriedly entered the office, "There is information about a student, who happened to live near the scene yesterday, and it is said that after the steel plate fell, he saw a man leave the scene quickly, although he didn't see his face clearly, but the other party had a scar on his right elbow that looked like a burn......

"In addition, no suspicious fingerprints were found at the scene of the crime, and there are no relevant clues......

"Well," Uncle Maori shook his head and hugged his arms, "in this way, you can only find Mr. Kimura first, and then follow the clues to find out the gangsters......"

"Daddy," Lan said hurriedly, "why do you act as if it's none of your business?" ”

The uncle said helplessly: "That's right, I'm not Kimura, in short, just find that Kimura quickly." ”

……

Lemon Bar.

"That's the way it is," Uncle Mori walked into the bar with Takari, "the guy named Kimura came here to drink while I was sleeping, and then took my coat away, but the manager didn't know where he lived......"

"That's right," said the bartender-dressed manager, wiping his glass by the bar and pointing to a bottle of wine on the wine shelf behind him, "Mr. Kimura is a new face here, and he has only been here a few times, and I only know his surname Kimura because of this bottle...... Mr. Maori came in the morning and asked, has he not found it yet? ”

Gao Cheng looked at the wine bottle, and there was a small sign of "Kimura" hanging on the bottle, which, like some of the wine on the wine shelf, seemed to be left here by guests.

"Huh?"

Gao Cheng's gaze swept over the store manager's fingers and paused slightly.

"By the way, do you know when that Kimura usually comes over?"

"I don't know about this," the store manager paused, "It doesn't seem to be very regular, and I don't come here every day." ”

"Then contact us if you see him."

"I'll just say there's no clue here, right?" Uncle Maori walked out of the bar with his hands in his hands and yawned boredly, "The police are already looking for them, what are we doing here?" ”

"Let's look around and look around......"

Xiaolan ignored her uncle's complaints and seriously inquired about a laundry.

"Mr. Kimura?" The laundry owner was just about to go out to deliver clothes, and he looked at the strange combination of old and small in a bit of confusion.

"He's wearing a coat of this size," Xiaolan pointed to the uncle who was playing with his mustache in the rearview mirror of the delivery motorcycle, "He should be about the same size as my father, does he have clothes to store here?" ”

The laundry owner frowned and flipped through the registration book: "He shouldn't be a guest here......"

Gao Cheng contacted Officer Sato, and thought about walking towards Xiaolan, and suddenly saw a truck off the road and crashed straight into Uncle Maori on the side of the road.

"What?!"

Sensing that the uncle of the truck suddenly changed his face, he hurriedly avoided the collision, gritted his teeth and rushed to the door, Xiaolan and Conan: "Danger!" ”

Gao Cheng's eyes tightened, and he took out a wooden knife from the air and stopped in front of the truck.

The driver couldn't see it with his face covered, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he didn't mean to slow down and brake.

The target is Uncle Maori......

Time seemed to freeze, Gao Cheng looked at the uncle who was eager to push Xiaolan out of the truck impact path, and the wooden knife in his hand flipped and raised it high.

Basic starting hand kendo, no superfluous movements, with an afterimage straight slash to close the knife.

"Click!"

"Bang ——!" It was only a split second from the start of the truck collision, and in the blink of an eye, the truck suddenly split in two from the middle, crashed out from both sides, half of it turned over and slid diagonally to the side of the road, and half rushed into the laundry with inertia, but the impact was greatly reduced, and it was able to crash through the glass window outside.

"Are you alright?" Gao Cheng rescued the laundry owner who was almost scared to pee, and when he turned around, the truck driver was gone, leaving only a mess of the scene.

The driver just now seemed to be a little familiar......

"Damn," Uncle Maori said, standing up in annoyance, "is that the gangster again?" Escape really fast! ”

"It's supposed to be that person." Gao Cheng gathered his thoughts and helped the manager of the laundry shop who was trembling to sit down next to him.

Although he had paid enough attention and the store manager was not injured, he was still frightened, and fortunately there was no one on the street today.

"How did the truck split in half?"

Unable to catch up with the gangsters, the uncle's attention returned to the scene, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the wreckage of the truck: "Chenghu, what happened just now?" ”

"I don't know," Gao Cheng turned around, "as if he was separated." ”

"Separate yourself?"

"Let's not talk about that, let's contact Officer Sato first, this is the second attack."

Gao Cheng took out his mobile phone to himself.

He really sympathizes with his uncle, he often encounters murders, not to mention, and now that he has become a target, it is not easy to live to the end.