Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

Chapter 227 A case is presented to you even if you don’t go out
In the afternoon, at the Mori Detective Agency, Yuji Kogoro Mori, who was sitting behind his desk watching TV, and Conan watched Yoko Okino series on TV together.

Today is Saturday, and Xiaolan went to participate in the training of Didan High School Karate Club, so they had to stay at home.

"By the way, that boy from Osaka seemed to have said something to you when he went back."

After taking the coffee that Conan had brewed, Yuji blew the hot air and looked at his elder brother.

"Heiji-nii didn't say anything." Conan waved his hand: "It's Officer Megure. After he arrived at the crime scene yesterday, he scolded us directly."

Meguro police officer?What are you scolding them for...

Staring at the schoolboy in a suit, Yuji snorted and signaled Conan to clarify.

"He said it would be better for us to stay home."

Officer Megure regards us as the god of plague. Really, it’s not like we can see each other every day...

Conan sighed helplessly, feeling distressed by Officer Megure's slander.

Finding that Conan was unrepentant, Yuji simply lay down on the sofa, took out a blindfold from his pocket and put it on.

"Since this is the case, we will not go out today..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a harsh collision sound from outside the window. He was stunned for a moment. Yuji quickly ran to the window and looked with Conan at the overturned motorcycle on the road and the broken helmet. The driver's face was bloody.

Pushing open the door to the second floor, rushing downstairs and squeezing into the crowd of spectators, Yuuji squatted beside the driver and gently placed his index finger on the man's neck.

"Uncle, how is he?" Conan also came over from the legs of the crowd, and he found Kogoro Mori with a serious face, knowing that this person was dead.

"Conan, call Officer Megure immediately!"

"Hi..." Weakly agreed, Conan reluctantly took out his cell phone and looked at Officer Memu, who accounted for 60.00% of the call history.

Eh~ Now we can't take off the name of God of Plague...

While Conan was on the phone, Yuji noticed a toolbox that had been smashed open in the distance. He stepped up to the premise and shook the box in front of passers-by and neighbors.

"Whose box is this? Please come out and claim it."

The fish seller pointed to the dead man on the ground and looked at Mouri Kogoro with the residents of the shopping street.

"Does it belong to this person..."

Yuji pressed the lock, and the connection of the box was immediately disconnected. A large number of Fukuzawa Yukichi was scattered on the ground, making everyone's eyes widen.

Fortunately, the neighbors were very conscious and no one secretly picked up the money and put it into their pockets. They even helped Yuji put the bills back into the box.

"We all know that this matter must not be simple!" The aunt of the vegetable shop patted Kogoro Mori on the shoulder and made a cheering gesture.

"We must solve the truth of the incident, Kogoro!"

"Nakano-san!" Touching to hold the hand of aunt, Yuji looked around and looked at the teeth of the neighbors around Mori Detective Agency.

"No, it's weird for us to laugh so inspiringly around a dead person at this time!"

Attracted by Conan's complaints, the neighbors all scratched their faces in unison.

"Because we are all used to it..."

Passers-by looked at this group of people in horror. With the dead people on the ground as a backdrop, the atmosphere became even more bizarre.

It’s really scary, the residents of Yoneka-cho [-]-chome…

.........

[Here is 3000 million yen, we did not tell the police, please let my father come back as soon as possible. —Tang Ben]

Placing the letter in his hand on the coffee table, Officer Megure looked at Mouri Kogoro and Conan opposite, covered his face and sighed.

"I'm telling you, Brother Maori, you've been going too far lately."

"You're wronged, Officer Megure!" Pointing at his own face, Yuji decided to justify Uncle Mori's name.

"Brother Mumu, you know me. A few months ago, I was still living on rent!" The boy's hand suddenly fell on the top of Conan's head, ruffling his hair vigorously.

"Okay, let's not talk about whether you are the god of plague for the time being. The main thing now is to solve the current case." Officer Megure glanced at Officer Shiratori beside him.

"The dead man is called Hirano Meng. He was arrested for intimidating others in the past. I think he and the kidnapper should be in the same group."

Officer Shiratori put the phone screen on the table and placed Hirano Meng's specific information in front of the three of them.

"In that box is the ransom for the kidnapping, but if this person committed the crime alone, we would be in trouble." Holding his forehead, Officer Megure pushed Shiratori's mobile phone to the opposite side, letting "Brother Maori" take a look. look.

"By the way, Officer Megure, besides money and this letter, is there anything else in that box?"

Yuji took the tray brought by Conan, distributed the coffee inside to Officer Shiratori and Officer Megure, then punched him on the head and drove his brother aside.

Damn it, uncle won’t let me see it!

Conan rubbed the bag on his head, removed the temples of his glasses and threw them on the ground, then hid in the toilet by himself.

"There is also a small box in the box, which contains a syringe and a medicine, which seems to be used to treat kidneys." Officer Megure put the box in front of his eyes and glanced at the sun.

"It is also mentioned behind the letter that the hostages need to be injected with medicine every six hours, otherwise their lives will be in danger."

That would be troublesome. If Hirano crashed and died in front of the Maori Detective Agency, the hostage would definitely be useless.

Taking off the purple suit from the hanger, Yuji stomped on the temples of his glasses on the ground calmly while putting on the clothes.

"Hey! What is this?"

Pretending to pick up the pieces, Yuji casually threw the plastic scraps and the components inside into the trash can, looking at the police duo who had already walked to the door.

"Without further ado, Officer Megure, let's go to Domoto's house in disguise and have a look."

"Wait! Uncle!"

Putting the broken glasses on the coffee table, Conan blinked and rushed out of the toilet, hugging Yuji's legs.

"I want to go too, and so do others~"

Hey... how disgusting.

After throwing his legs hard and finding that Conan was hugging him tightly, Yuji sighed and pretended to be helpless.

"Okay, then you are not allowed to make trouble!"

After locking the door of the office and walking down the stairs, Officer Megure suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at Brother Maori.

"No, we only know the last name, how can we find someone?"

Bypassing Officer Megure, Yuji pulled away the co-pilot of Shiratori's car. He took out the box of liquid medicine from the box in Shiratori's hand, opened the small box and took out the glass powder inside.

Pointing the tag in the air, the boy pinched his chin.

"This has the mark of Mihua Municipal Hospital on it, and the date of prescription was the day before yesterday. As long as we send someone to the hospital to check the records of purchasing medicine, we should be able to find Domoto's true identity."

Conan, who was sitting in the back seat in confusion and thought of the same method, came to the middle and poked the uncle gently.

"Uncle, how do you know this?"

Snorting, looking sideways at Conan, Yuji put the liquid medicine back into the box and placed it in Shiratori's hand.

"It's completely normal for parents to be allergic to drugs."

That's right...

(End of this chapter)