"Hinata-sama's younger brother?" Mao Lilan covered his mouth in some surprise, and Conan's expression was even more surprised, with other meanings.

Hinata Yuki is the daughter of Nagato Michizo's first love, and later became his secretary, and he and his eldest son, Nagato Hidetomi, love each other and are about to get married.

But before getting married, Nagato Hidetomi felt guilty and set fire to one of Hinata's murderers and committed suicide;

And Hinata, who learned the truth, also killed the other person who set the fire in the first place, and was finally persuaded to come down when he tried to set fire to Nagato's house.

"I went to visit my sister, and it was Mr. Maori's persuasion that kept her from going to extremes, and now she has come to her senses, and I am grateful to you for that."

Nanfeng's expression was sincere, without the slightest disgust and disgust for the Maori group who solved the case and captured his sister Hinata Yuki.

Soon Maori Kogoro was also called over by Maori Lan, and got to know Nanfeng, listening to his sincere and atmospheric words, several people were a little moved and emotional.

"I've also heard Mr. Nagato say that the children around Maori are very keen and smart, and they like detective games very much, and I am curious, and I can't help but talk to you when I see you so cute, but I am reckless."

Nanfeng touched the back of his head a little embarrassed, and smiled a little reluctantly at Mao Lilan and Conan, looking very uncomfortable.

This completely disintegrated the curiosity in Conan's eyes and diverted his attention.

Even because of the particularity of Nanfeng's identity, coupled with his liking for Nagato Michizo, who is full of wisdom and bearing, Conan's expression has a little more nostalgia, and his interest in Nanfeng is also greater, and he is "Brother Nanfeng" when he opens and closes his mouth.

Shinhara Ming looked at the few people who were chatting hotly, and then glanced at Qiaomen Jiangdao, who had always wanted to join the hot chat group, and his eyes stayed on Nanfeng's straightforward and green face for a while, and then politely said hello and walked away.

His primary purpose now is to find Chizo Kogura, and before the people from the Metropolitan Police Department find it.

Instead of watching this playful drama here.

re-examined Nanfeng's behavior before and after, combined with his identity and statement today, as well as the reckless and honest character he showed, it does make sense logically, and there is nothing to doubt.

But Akira Shinhara will not dispel his suspicions about him, because it is a little unreasonable, Nanfeng's attention to Maori and his party is too high.

But whether he's a player or not, at least for now, his identity is still worth taking seriously.

Akira Shinhara walked around the big red wooden pillar, walked to the buffet plate, took a glass of watermelon juice, drank it, and rarely communicated with the people who came to talk, showing his "withdrawn" character to the fullest.

Drinking watermelon juice, Akira Shinhara leaned against the red wooden pillar, looking lazy, but he carefully observed the people present, all in suits and leather shoes, talking to each other in twos and threes, and there were a few waiters walking around in the field, and there was no trace of Chizo Ogurura.

Glancing at Qiaomen Jiangdao who still wanted to chat with Nanfeng, Akira Shinhara turned his head and moved his eyes to the wine cabinet, where two waitresses were wiping the wine cabinet and wine bottles with handkerchiefs, acting carefully and carefully, wiping them clean and then putting them back.

Shinhara Akira seemed to be a little bored, walked to the window with juice, looked at the scenery outside with one hand in his pocket, and after admiring it for a while, he looked down at the first floor with half his body propped up.

There were still a few plainclothes police officers at the gate, quiet and low-key, but the doorman was no longer Wataru Takagi and his colleagues, and Miwako Sato was not seen among them.

Have you found traces of Chizo Ogura?

Akira Shinhara was still thinking about it, when he saw four more waiters coming up from the first floor, two of them were Wataru Takagi and Miwako Sato; Soon, the two of them began to move around the venue with wine trays.

Akira Shinhara raised his left hand and glanced at his watch, ten minutes before the banquet began.

Choosing to go upstairs and come to the venue at this critical time, is it sure that Chizo Kogura has blended in with the crowd?

"Mr. Shinhara, why are you here alone to see the scenery?" A young man in his thirties, dressed in a navy blue suit, came to Akira Shinhara and raised his glass to him.

"Oh, I'm Watanabe Kiyama, and I'm Mr. Hashimon's assistant." It seems to see the doubts in Shinhara Ming's eyes, and someone takes the initiative to solve the doubts.

"Hello, Mr. Watanabe. Don't you need to follow Mr. Hashimon? Shinhara nodded politely, still looking a little puzzled.

"Hahaha, Mr. Shinhara, you are so straightforward, you needed it before." Watanabe Kiyama smiled kindly, shrugged his shoulders, and winked at Akira Shinhara a with some slyness, as if sharing a secret.

"However, it may be that Mr. Hashimon has recently reached menopause, and he doesn't like to be around us now." Watanabe Kiyama shook his head and took a sip of wine, looking enjoyed.

Smelling the burnt wine spit out of Watanabe Kiyama's mouth, and looking at the wine glass in his hand soaked in ice, clear and transparent, brown and yellow with red Scotland, Akira Shinhara caught the traces and covered his nose, looking at Watanabe Kiyama, who was still sober, and said with some admiration.

"Mr. Watanabe drinks a lot of wine, and he still has such a personable demeanor when he drinks such a spirit."

"Hahaha, Mr. Shinhara is still too young." Watanabe Kiyama glanced at the watermelon juice in his hand, shook the wine glass, and the ice cubes inside made a crisp sound of hitting the wall of the cup, and pointed to Mr. Hashimon.

"My alcohol consumption is far from that of Mr. Hashimon, he is a heavy lover of spirits, and the best whisky is this one, but he has the title of a thousand glasses hahahaha."

Akira Shinhara touched his nose for a moment, followed Watanabe Kiyama's fingers and looked at Hashimen Edo, thinking of the "Zhihui Beauty" wine he mentioned earlier, he felt a little strange in his heart, and looked at Watanabe Kiyama with some curiosity and envy.

"Mr. Hashimon's connections are really powerful, and even the people of the Nagato family know him."

"The Nagato family? The family that has a dead heir and a bastard child? Watanabe Kiyama was even more surprised, and said with some amusement, "How can a private company like ours know the people of the Nagato family?" I'm afraid that they can't even reach the threshold. ”

"Mr. Watanabe is humble, you are in the limelight now." The corners of Akira Shinhara's mouth hooked up, he took a sip of watermelon juice, looked at Mr. Hashimon's back again, and glanced at Watanabe Kiyama again.

It's kind of interesting.

At the moment when the watch was on the hour, the banquet began, and the waiters began to serve food one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became warmer, and Akira Shinhara was also invited by Watanabe Kiyama to share a table with Hashimen Edo.

At the same table, of course, were the Maori group and the South Wind.