"According to my speculation, there must be an item containing the identity information of the gangster...... "Maori talked eloquently, while some couldn't wait to tear open the plastic bag, the reason why it was torn was because Maori wanted to untie the live button of the plastic bag just now, but there was no accident, the live button was pulled into a dead button by him, and Maori, who was in a hurry, hurriedly wanted to untie the dead button that had not been tightened, but because he pulled it too hard, the dead button was pulled tighter, and he couldn't untie it at all.

"Hehe, look at how you step down this time......" Conan's mouth twitched as the plastic bag was torn open and slowly revealed.

As Conan expected, the items in the plastic bag really didn't have much informational value, just a set of underwear, a pair of pants and an autumn coat, and in addition, not to mention the things that contained identity information, there was not even a note with words written on it. Although he teased in his mouth, Conan's face became stern, the items in the plastic bag do not have much information value, which does not mean that they have no information value at all, on the contrary, the information contained in them even exceeds Conan's expectations, because these two underwear are actually wet!

Originally, according to Conan's estimate, this plastic bag would be discarded by gangsters at will, and the contents would definitely have no practical value, and there would be no leakage of identity information, that is, the contents would definitely not be new, and they were very ordinary. If it is something new, there will inevitably be a source, and as long as the investigators are patient, sooner or later they will be able to find the source, and then it will be possible to follow the clues to find the buyer, that is, the gangster. If not something ordinary. It is also easy to find the provenance because of the value or certain characteristics.

Conan didn't think that he could get too much information from this, and it was already remarkable to be able to lock down the general scope of the gangsters. But to Conan's great surprise, the underwear turned out to be wet! It's wet! It didn't rain all day yesterday, this plastic bag appeared yesterday, and now it's still a cold winter, there will be wet underwear, there are only two possibilities, the first one. The gangster is engaged in a profession that works in a hot place, and secondly, the gangster has just gone through a vigorous exercise. There are other possibilities with small probabilities. For example, these clothes have accidentally fallen into the water, but these possibilities are too small to consider before the more likely ones are ruled out, and it will only be a waste of time.

"I know who the gangsters are!" Just when Conan was thinking about the possible types of gangsters. A voice of arrogance startled Conan to a stumbling one. The only person who can speak in such an idiotic voice here is Maori, a confused detective.

Maori's loud voice made everyone's eyes shoot in a volley, and even the pedestrians on the sidewalk outside the fence who were on the morning shift, after listening to Maori's words, many of them looked at the fence, this scene made Maori, who was posing with his head tilted to the sky, couldn't help but be proud, and the only thing that made Maori unhappy. When the corner of his eye glanced at Tifa, he found that Tifa was still in a daze. There was no reaction at all to his words.

"Mr. Maori, who is the gangster?" Maori posed for a while, and seeing that Tifa's eyes never looked at him, just when he didn't know how to step down, the chairman said very discerningly.

The old chairman can naturally see that Maori has repeatedly wanted to attract the attention of the beautiful woman who leads the child, but unfortunately, the contrast between Maori's obscenity and the innocence of that beauty is too great, and even he, the client, can't stand it, if he hadn't relied on Maori to solve the case, he would have kicked Maori, the obscene guy, down, and didn't take a mirror to look at your obscene appearance!

"Ahem, I don't know who the gangster is for the time being, but the gangster must be the chef of the restaurant." Maori pointed to the roofless hotel building next to him very imposingly, and said in an unwavering tone.

This time, Conan didn't question Maori's words, because the first thing he thought of was the chef of the restaurant. There is a lot of smoke in the kitchen of the hotel, and the ventilation facilities are very complete in order to eliminate it in time, but the problem is that temperature control facilities such as air conditioning need a closed environment, that is, if the kitchen wants to keep warm, you can't install ventilation facilities, and if the kitchen wants to remove the smoke, you can't install air conditioning. Smoke must be eliminated, so in the face of this contradiction, the kitchen of the hotel can only choose not to install air conditioning, and in order to prevent the fire of the stove from being affected, even electric fans are rarely used in the kitchen.

In a relatively confined space, there are a large number of stoves that exude high temperatures, and the chef is still doing a lot of activity and cooking work for a very long time, as long as the chef is not lazy, he will soon sweat profusely, and the clothes on his body will quickly get wet. If it's summer, if it's wet, it's sweaty, and if you stop working, the sweat on your body will dry up quickly, and you won't catch a cold, but what if it's in the cold winter?

Wearing sweaty clothes, walking on the cold and windy streets in winter, unless the person is superhuman, he will lie down in less than a minute, in order to avoid this, the chef who has just finished work will change his sweaty underwear before leaving the restaurant. And the underwear that has been changed should be these two sweaty underwear now.

If the gangster was the chef of the hotel, it would be a good explanation why he happened to pass by the hotel at about eight o'clock in the evening. It's winter, it's still dark, and most people have already gone home from work, and people who go shopping will not choose this time and this place, and the most likely person who just passed by here at this point in time is the hotel staff or hotel guests. Compared to a group like a guest, which is easily suspected and has a low probability of committing a crime, the probability that the gangster is a staff member is very high.

It's just that. Conan looked at Tifa, who was obviously distracted, and couldn't help but have a strong suspicion in his heart, if the gangster is really the chef of the restaurant, he only needs to check the alibi of the chefs, and the real murderer can be found soon, isn't it? Conan absolutely didn't believe that the test that Tifa gave him would be so simple, how much he paid could be gained, and this kind of difficulty test was not proportional to the reward Tifa prepared, there must be something wrong! There must be! Conan looked at the scene, the suspicion in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the feeling that something was wrong became more and more obvious, but he just couldn't find what was wrong.

"Mr. Maori thinks, should we call the police now?" The chairman asked.

If it is before seeing Maoli, the first choice of the chairman is of course not to call the police, not only the chairman will be like this, the first choice of the vast majority of families whose families have been kidnapped is not to call the police, otherwise what if the kidnappers tear up the ticket? What if the kidnappers get rid of them and get revenge afterwards? And now, the Maori detective has basically determined the scope of the kidnapper, that is, the chef of the restaurant, since he knows the target, the chairman has the confidence in his heart, and he is not afraid of the kidnapper slipping away, so the chairman believes that it is time for him to take the initiative.

"Of course! There are so many chefs in the restaurant, and if you search them one by one, you will definitely be able to find the gangsters. Maori said in high spirits.

"Oops!" Conan screamed in his heart, he has not really determined whether the gangsters are among the chefs in the restaurant, if he calls the police now, one by one meaningless fixed procedures will be followed, and all the time will be wasted, they only have forty-eight hours in total, and they want to wait until the police eliminate the suspects one by one, and ask them one by one, without ten days and half a month, don't even think about it.

"You see, if you're not afraid of god-like opponents, you're afraid of pig-like teammates, if you don't want to waste all your time by this confused detective, you have to dominate the situation, and dominating the situation is also a must for detectives." Tifa leaned into Conan's ear and teased.

Once the police came, Mori and others, as the parties concerned, had to be on call, even if they didn't have to stay somewhere to wait, so there was no way to conduct an investigation. Until the scope of the gangsters is narrowed to the limit, Maori's method of searching in a sea of people is useless, especially when time is of the essence. Conan's psychology is different from Maori and others, Maori and others are actively looking for gangsters at the same time, they are also passively waiting for the gangster's blackmail call, as long as they can spend money to ransom the hostages back, they actually don't want to take the initiative to look for the gangster, because it is easy for the gangster to jump off the wall.

From Tifa's words, Conan analyzed that the gangsters at this time had all been solved by Tifa, that is, he could only take the initiative to find the gangsters, because he would never be able to wait for the gangster's call. Maori and the others thought that they could find the gangsters slowly, because once the time dragged on for too long, the gangsters would take the initiative to contact them, but Conan couldn't wait, just forty-eight hours, he couldn't afford to wait.

"Damn! Tifa, what can you do? Conan, who doesn't know how to be good, instinctively asked Tifa, and as soon as he finished asking, Conan regretted it, and now that he was in Tifa's test, he actually said something to ask Tifa what to do, which is like a candidate asking the examiner what to do with this question, which means nothing at all except to show his idiocy.

"Hehe, you ask me, are you ready to admit defeat? Hurry up and figure it out, Maori idiot is going to call. Tifa teased.

As he spoke, Tifa's eyes glanced at the scratches on the fence, hesitating whether to warn Conan. The plot of Conan's world has just begun, Conan's ability has not yet reached its peak, Conan has just become a child, and he must be very frightened in his heart, and in the face of Tifa's reward (bewilderment), it is impossible to calm down in his heart, plus there is a limit of forty-eight hours, and his heart is bound to be very anxious, these four factors combined, so that Conan did not notice the particularity of the scratches, and this peculiarity is the most important clue for Conan to solve the problem, he didn't find it for a minute, and he would waste an extra minute. (To be continued......)