A week later, when night falls, a mahjong parlor in Rice Flower Town 5-chome has just begun to come alive.

Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori made a table, frowning and thinking about how to play cards.

He didn't receive any more commissions for several days, and he became a card friend with Uncle Maori out of boredom, and the relationship between the two finally improved a lot.

However, compared with the Maori uncle who was in a good mood, Gao Cheng's face became worse and worse, and he almost sank.

Uncle Maori also said that there is nothing to lose money at the poker table, so he should pay tuition, but from beginning to end, Uncle himself has not lost much, but he has been paying "tuition".

It's been a week's worth of food......

The original owner has hardly touched mahjong.,He's pretty much the same.,Before crossing over, I only watched others play.,And the Japanese gameplay seems to be different.,He's only because a certain cartoonist knows a little.。

"Hmm." Uncle Maori looked at the mahjong in front of him solemnly, hesitated, and suddenly a small hand stretched out in the uncle's stunned gaze, and pushed out a five-cylinder without saying a word.

"What?!" The uncle reacted and angrily mentioned Conan, who was meddling, "You actually played my cards again!" ”

"What's the matter," the poker friend at the table smiled and took over the cards, "Maori man, you are so lucky today, it's just a trivial matter to lose......"

"Huh!"

Conan didn't wait for his uncle's consent and happily knocked down the card.

"All of them, Yatai!"

"Huh?!" Gao Cheng's eyes are straight, who can tell him why this guy Conan plays mahjong?

"Haha, I've won again, take the money, get the money!" Uncle Maori was overjoyed.

"Ah, I'm really convinced, it's amazing," the losing player smiled helplessly, got up and left the table, "I'm really lucky today, I'm sorry, I'm going to go first." ”

"But then there is a shortage of people......"

"By the way, let's find a fertile field." One of the remaining players pointed to the opposite side of the mahjong parlor and proposed, "It's President Hita, who runs a financial company opposite." ”

"Financial companies?"

Gao Cheng looked out the window and saw that there was indeed a "Fat Field Finance" in the opposite building.

"Is the president of the financial company playing with you too?"

"Actually, it's a loan shark, and the only fun for President Hida is counting money and playing mahjong," the player laughed, "If you look for him, you'll definitely come over." ”

After a while, the player returned to the table after the call: "He is still counting the money, saying that it will be there in 30 minutes, and he wants us to find someone to make up the number first." ”

"Then let me come," Conan offered himself, "and I'll have a good time before he comes......"

"No way!" Xiaolan, who was still wearing a school uniform, appeared to the side with her waist crossed, and glared at Uncle Maori and Gao Cheng angrily, "Really! I wonder why Conan hasn't come back yet, but you brought him here! ”

"Little, Little Orchid......"

"Conan is only in elementary school, how can you teach him to play mahjong!"

"That," the uncle said in a cold sweat, "I brought him to know some numbers and Chinese characters......"

"Really?" Xiaolan pulled Conan with a cold face, "Go home, Conan!" ”

"By the way, Xiaolan," the poker friend asked, "would you like to try it?" Just play for half an hour. ”

"Don't," Xiaolan said in disgust, "I don't want to play this kind of dark and unhealthy adult game!" ”

"Oh?"

Gao Cheng's eyelids jumped, and then sank again.

Almost half an hour later.

"Huh!" Xiaolan happily held the hand push card, "Look, this time it's all Chinese characters, it's so beautiful!" ”

"It's nonsense again......"

"Big, big three...... And the word! How can you even have this kind of card?! ”

Several people at the same table were all scared, and even Gao Cheng couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Xiao Lan at the card table was like a demon king, and everyone was dominated by her innocent smile for nearly half an hour......

Why didn't you know that Xiaolan was so powerful before? Why don't you know Xiaolan's character design? If he knew, he wouldn't have played mahjong with Xiaolan.

"Terrible Woman ......"

Gao Cheng wiped a cold sweat, looked at the green-faced Maori uncle and card friends next to him, and said: "That, I feel that I don't seem to be suitable for playing cards today, so let's change the day." ”

"Ah, that's right," the player reacted, and hurriedly echoed, "It's strange, the fat field is really slow, it's been almost half an hour, I'll call and ask, he seemed to be flustered before, I don't know if there's something wrong." ”

"Doot toot!" There was a rush of sounds, but it never got through.

"It's strange, no one answers, the office lights are bright......"

Gao Cheng's face was slightly condensed, and he looked closely at Feitian Finance in the opposite building.

After traveling to the world of Conan, the case has become almost a part of daily life, especially when he is often with Uncle Maori, known as the "Grim Reaper", and Conan, who may encounter events anytime and anywhere.

Ever since he failed to anticipate the death of Boss Kanaya during the last Sherlock Holmes murder, he is now quite sensitive to these......

"Let's go and have a look."

Many of the buildings in this area are similar in structure, and Hita Finance, like Gao Cheng's detective agency, is on the second floor, and you can see that the windows are clearly still on.

When the group arrived outside the door, they kept shouting, but they never received a response from President Hita, and at this time, an employee of a financial company returned.

"What's wrong? What to do at the door of our company? ”

The man in front of him looked like he was thirty or forty years old, wearing a pair of glasses, and he looked a little polite.

"We waited for your boss to play mahjong and couldn't wait for anyone, so we came directly to call him."

"Is our president still in there?"

The man opened the door, and sure enough, the light was still on.

"By the way, how did you come back?" Uncle Maori asked strangely.

"Because I forgot my phone number in the company......"

The man searched left and right, picked up a mobile phone on the table, and said to everyone, "If you are looking for the president, he should be in the president's office." ”

There was no response in the president's room, the door was locked from the inside, and there was no spare key, Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori had to slam the door directly, only to see a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears lying in a pile of banknotes, with a terrible face.

"It's out of breath!"

Gao Cheng approached the corpse and vaguely smelled a bitter almond smell.

It is potassium cyanide poisoning, a common poison in Conan......

Taking advantage of the fact that Uncle Maori blocked the scene and asked everyone to call the police, Gao Cheng carefully looked at the president's office.

The door is locked from the inside, the only key is on the desk, and the window is locked from the inside......

The person who had planned to play mahjong a moment ago had no reason to suddenly commit suicide, and this was a closed room homicide.

Gao Cheng's gaze turned to the corpse and the surrounding area of the corpse.

Since it was either suicide or someone poisoned it, there was no food at the scene, and the only suspicious thing was a cup of coffee.

The specific situation can only wait for the police to come and investigate.