Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 376 What? There is such a good thing? (Monthly ticket requested!)
Maori Detective Agency.

"Hey, why hasn't Xiaolan come back yet?"

Sitting on a chair, with his chin supported by his right hand, Kogoro Mouri's face was full of confusion and helplessness.

Ever since they met at Mrs. Minagawa's house on Valentine's Day, his beloved daughter Mouri Ran has returned to her mother, Kisaki Eri. Because of this, he and Conan have been eating together for some time.

After all, between him and Conan, one is a male chauvinist who has never cooked, and the other is a little kid. It is almost impossible to expect the two of them to cook delicious meals.

As for why he didn't go out to eat with Conan?
He thought so.

It's a pity that he has always been used to spending money lavishly, and now without the control of his daughter Mao Lilan, all the commissions he earned before had been almost spent by him.

How could he have the spare money to go out and eat and drink?

"Also, where is that brat Kudo Shinichi? Why haven't I seen him recently?"

Of course, that's not to say he missed a certain high school detective.

When a certain high school detective was there, he almost took away all the business of his agency. During that time, he and his daughter were almost starving. It would be strange that he missed her.

He was just a little curious about what the other person was busy with since he was neither going to school nor going home.

Moreover, during this period, when he met his beloved daughter, he never heard her mention the matter of a certain high school detective. This was obviously not right.

You know, these two people are childhood sweethearts. As a result, a high school detective has disappeared for so long, and his daughter doesn't even care about it?

Such a reaction is really inconsistent with his daughter's character.

Could it be that something happened between these two people?

Or maybe his precious daughter knows what that brat Kudo Shinichi is doing, so she's not worried?

Conan, who was playing nearby, was slightly startled when he heard him mention his name out of the blue. He then quickly interrupted, "Brother Shinichi, you must have encountered some troubles and were too busy to get away."

Maori Kogoro was a little skeptical about this. "What kind of thing could make you so busy that you can't even go to school, or even go home?"

As a student, your job should be to go to school and study.

Unfortunately, Kudo Shinichi not only did not go to school, he also did not go home, and he did not even make a phone call.

Moreover, although he was reluctant to admit it in his heart, Kogoro Mori had to admit that the high school detective Kudo Shinichi had some skills in reasoning.

Some people just like to be in the spotlight.

However, a person who loves to be in the limelight has disappeared for such a long time, and there is no news at all. This kind of thing, no matter how you think about it, makes people feel that something is wrong.

"Could it be that the brat Kudo Shinichi has already..."

"Ding dong!"

But before he could figure it out, the ringing of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

Hearing the bell ringing at the door, Kogoro Mouri's eyes lit up when he came back to his senses.

If it was his daughter who came back, the doorbell would definitely not ring.

After all, although his daughter had temporarily moved in with his wife, she still had the key to the office. If she wanted to come back, there was no need to ring the doorbell.

In other words, the person ringing the doorbell now is most likely a guest who is here to see him.

In other words, big business is coming.

Thinking of this, Maori Kogoro hurriedly ran to open the door happily, and at the same time did not forget to greet enthusiastically, "Hello, please...!"

He had just opened the door, before he could finish saying hello, a pile of debris rushed in, scaring him so much that he took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

"Ooooh! It hurts!"

However, although he escaped this disaster by luck, Conan who followed closely behind him was not so lucky. He was knocked to the ground by the pile of debris and screamed.

Because, the pile of debris not only hit his head, but also knocked him to the ground, his butt was almost broken into eight pieces, and he grimaced in pain.

"..."

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man who rang the doorbell was slightly stunned.

"I'm sorry, kid!"

He looked at Kogoro Mouri who breathed a sigh of relief, and then at Conan who was sitting on the ground screaming in pain. He quickly reached out his hand and wanted to pull Conan up.

The adult, Kogoro Mouri, seemed to be fine, just frightened, but the child, Conan, was different. He was obviously hit by the pile of things he was holding, and it seemed that he was hit quite hard.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Conan endured the pain and looked up.

Then he saw a middle-aged man with a panicked look on his face half-squatting and stretching his hand towards him. There was an obvious mark on the man's index finger, which looked like the mark left by long-term use of a scalpel.

"Are you okay, kid?"

"Ok!"

Conan nodded slightly, then extended his hand to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The next moment, with the middle-aged man's effort, Conan stood up from the ground...

After a period of chaos, several people put their packed things on the coffee table. Then, at this time, the middle-aged man finally had time to introduce himself.

"My name is Xiaochuan. About two years ago, someone started sending toys and money to my house every month. However, the sender's name and address were all fake. I felt that they had bad intentions."

As he was talking, the middle-aged man named Xiaochuan subconsciously looked at the pile of toys on the table.

Obviously, this pile of things was what the unknown sender sent to him.

Maori Kogoro picked up a toy and looked at it carefully. Maori Kogoro asked curiously, "Does someone send you money and toys every month?"

There is such a good thing? Why has he never encountered it before!

"Oh, by the way! Do you have any children at home?"

Generally speaking, only children play with toys.

Since the unknown sender sent toys to Ogawa, he either treated Ogawa as a child, or Ogawa had a child at home.

However, the former is obviously unlikely.

After all, Ogawa looks to be at least thirty years old.

If such a person is still a child, what should the real children do?
Hearing Maori Kogoro's question, the client whose last name was Ogawa said seriously: "I have a son at home, named Yuta, who is five years old this year."

Maori Kogoro touched his chin and continued to ask, "So, how much money did the sender whose name and address were unknown send you at a time?" "Every month it's 100 million, but this month it's 2500 million!"

If it weren't for the huge amount of money sent by the other party this month, he wouldn't have thought of looking for the great detective Kogoro Mouri to solve the problem.

"What? 2500 million!"

Kogoro Maori couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

Isn’t this too rich?
Who is this kind-hearted rich man?
Damn it, why wasn’t he the one to whom the money was sent?

He also wants such a kind person!

"!!!"

Conan Edogawa, who had been staring at the pile of toys at the table and thinking, was stunned after hearing what Mr. Ogawa said.

2500 million is not a small amount.

If they only sent toys, it could be said to be a prank or something.

But now, the other party actually sent so much money. Obviously, this matter is very serious.

Amid their shock, the client named Ogawa continued, "Yuta is very happy because he receives toys every month, but I always feel that there is something wrong with the money, so I haven't used it at all!"

Or rather, dare not use it.

After all, no one knows whether the money is clean or not, and what the person who sent it is planning.

However, he was afraid that the money was not clean and the sender had bad intentions, so he did not dare to use the money. But Maori Kogoro did not care about that. He slapped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked for the huge sum of money from Client Ogawa, "Where's the money? If you are worried, you can leave it with me!"

If you don’t dare to use it, then give it to me!

Not to mention 2500 million, even if it was several times more, I would dare to use it!

His fanatical look made Xiaochuan a little dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Conan on the side was also speechless.

Uncle Maori is really greedy for money!
If possible, he really didn't want to stand with the other party.

After all, the other party's current state is really embarrassing!
"Just a joke, just a joke!"

Perhaps he finally realized that he was accepting a commission. If he behaved too embarrassingly, he might scare the client away. It seemed that Conan's contemptuous look was too obvious. Maori Kogoro smiled awkwardly, then coughed lightly, sat up straight, and changed the subject seriously, "So, do you have any clues?"

Client Ogawa quickly replied, "Oh! Yes."

But for some reason, he was in a low mood.

"Could it be Uncle's patient?"

But before he could express his guess, a child's voice interrupted their conversation.

Client Ogawa exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"

Maori Kogoro also blinked in confusion, "Patient?"

What was going on? Why did he feel like he couldn't keep up with the thinking of a certain little brat?

Or did he accidentally miss some important information?
Taking in the expressions of both of them, Conan raised his lips slightly, "Because uncle should be a surgeon, right?"

As Conan spoke, his face was full of confidence, and he also had enough evidence to support his guess.

Client Ogawa nodded, "Ah, yes!"

Conan was not wrong, his profession was indeed a surgeon.

After getting the answer he wanted, Conan said his thoughts with a smile, "Then, if it is a patient that uncle has helped before, and he secretly gave a gift to express his gratitude, then it would not be strange!"

"What you said makes sense!"

Client Ogawa frowned slightly.

"Wait...that's weird. Did I say I was a surgeon? How did you know?"

Client Ogawa was somewhat shocked.

He admitted that he had introduced himself, but he remembered that he should have only said his name and not his occupation, right?

But why did the kid in front of me tell him his profession right away?

Have you heard of him before, or seen him in the hospital?

Not to mention him, even Kogoro Mori was a little confused.

If he remembered correctly, the client on the other side did not say that his profession was a doctor, right?
How did some little brat know that?
"That's right! How do you know that Mr. Ogawa is a surgeon, Conan?"

Conan didn't keep the secret and directly stated the reason for his statement, "Because I saw uncle's index finger!"

When he was hit by the pile of debris, the client named Ogawa reached out to him and tried to pull him up from the ground.

It was at that moment that he noticed the mark on the other person's index finger and deduced that the other person should be a surgeon.

"Finger?" The client named Ogawa raised his hands in confusion, and then looked at the position of his index finger.

Is there something special about his index finger that could allow the little boy to guess his occupation right away?
"There's a thin mark on your index finger!"

Looking at Mr. Ogawa who was looking at his fingers, Conan said confidently, "Generally, surgeons usually use their two index fingers to fix the thin thread and tie a knot when performing surgery, so this mark will be left on the front of your finger!"

Maori Kogoro blinked in confusion, "Really? Is it true? Mr. Ogawa, is what this little guy said true?"

To be honest, if Conan hadn't said that, even he wouldn't have known that Mr. Ogawa was a surgeon.

Client Ogawa nodded, "Yes! I happened to have surgery this morning."

When he said this, he paused, "But what? Little friend, you really know it very well!!"

For a moment, both Kogoro Mouri and the client named Ogawa couldn't help but turn their eyes to Conan.

This little brat's observation skills are really too sharp!

Moreover, based on just one mark, he was able to quickly determine that Xiaochuan's profession was a surgeon. Could such performance and such knowledge storage really be possessed by a child who is still in elementary school? !
"Where there!"

Noticing their gazes, Conan scratched his head and laughed...

(End of this chapter)