Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 227 What a happy day

"Did he hear the contents of the transaction, or was his appearance seen by the other party?" Lin Feng looked at the young man in the photo and asked.

"Yes, it seems to be related to firearms."

"As for the appearance, I probably didn't see it, but Junichi was wearing a school uniform that day." Mrs. Mizumoto nodded and recalled.

These things were all said by my son after he returned home.

At that time, I heard about this kind of thing and asked him to pretend not to know and mind his own business.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, something unexpected happened.

"Firearms?" Lin Feng turned to look at Xiao Ai.

Are you doing this kind of business?

Xiao Ai shook his head.

"What is he going to do?" Dr. Ali didn't have a clue.

To be honest, this case seems very likely to be an accident.

The police have also conducted various investigations.

This kid was really smiling happily. Did he find a girlfriend?
"You talk to her about the commission fee." The repairman didn't wait for Mrs. Mizumoto to come back, took the photo, and walked out.

Three years is short or long. Where should we start the investigation?

The boy in the photo is carrying a bag with a special style, with many white stripes on it.

Mingmei smiled and nodded, it would be like this...

dark night.

Unless it is a very important target, it may need to be covered up by accident. In this case, the target should be eliminated directly, without caring whether anyone is investigating.

Even if I watch at the school gate every day, there are too many people wearing school uniforms!

If you have seen a tall back figure and then decide on the style of this bag and stick to it, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

"It's already dark, what do you think he will do?" Xiao Ai looked at the clock on the wall and asked.

Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at the boy in the photo.

"Mr. Lin, do you want to accept this commission?" Dr. Ali asked the repairman next to him when he saw Mrs. Mizumoto pouring water.

This kind of thing doesn't sound like something the organization does.

However, without any clues, the gun transaction scene can only be regarded as the nonsense of high school students.

……

There is no doubt that this method is simple and quick, although it is a bit violent.

"I think so too, so I told the police all these things." Mrs. Mizumoto sighed slightly.

"Maybe it's a school bag or something." Lin Feng handed the photo to the doctor.

"But, just by looking at the school uniform, it should be difficult to identify which student it is, right?" Dr. Ali asked doubtfully.

"I want to check a license plate." Lin Feng put on a black suit, walked on the street, and said to the other side of the phone in a cold voice through a mask-shaped voice changer.

This mobile phone is exclusive to the Dark Knight.

It has to be said that those who can be stored in it are very useful people.

"Okay, okay, no problem!" The man opposite agreed, but his voice was trembling, not knowing what he had experienced.

"Fifteen minutes." Lin Feng reported the license plate to the other party, set the time limit, and hung up the phone.

These people just need to be given a sense of urgency.

The other party is very efficient.

Almost ten minutes later, the call came back.

"It has been found out that this truck was sold two years ago. The original owner was Kazuo Miyata, and the current owner is..." The man spoke quickly and clearly, for fear of wasting time.

"So, three years ago, the owner of this truck was a man named Kazuo Miyata?" Lin Feng interrupted the other party and asked.

"Yes!" the man replied energetically.

"Check, where is he now?"...

A mahjong parlor in an alley.

This two-story building has colorful lights. Judging from its location, it is a bit remote and does not look like a formal place.

"Come again!" Kazuo Miyata shuffled the cards with one hand, and kept exploring the person in his arms with the other.

It’s quite busy to do brain-building activities and scientific exploration at the same time.

The woman in his arms was wearing heavy makeup, and the fragrance on her body was a bit intoxicating. Facing a middle-aged man in front of her who was as good as three of himself, her smile did not diminish at all, and she hugged the other man's neck with a smile.

This is probably called professionalism, right?
This mahjong parlor seems to specialize in this business. Several tables on the second floor have this configuration.

However, it can also be seen that Kazuo Miyata is indeed the more powerful one among them.

Not only is her waist thick, but the gold necklace around her neck is also thick.

"Kazuo Miyata?"

Just as Miyata was taking a bite, with a smile on his face, a cold voice sounded behind him.

The woman in his arms noticed him immediately, with a frown on her face and a strange look on her face.

How could anyone run out dressed like this in this muggy weather?

"Who is it?" Miyata Kazuo seemed a little unhappy when he was interrupted. He creaked his chair and looked over.

"Let me ask you about what happened three years ago." The tone of the man in black in front of him did not change much, and he was still cold.

"Three years ago?" Miyata Kazuo glanced up and down his fat face.

What happened three years ago?
Is this person sick?
"If you want to play cards, find a place to sit down. If you don't want to play, get away!" Kazuo Miyata waved his fat hand with a gold ring and said impatiently.

Judging from what he said, he should have opened this mahjong parlor.

"Haha..." The man in black stretched out his hand, grabbed the other person's round head, and forcibly twisted it around.

Seeing this scene, seven or eight people stood up one after another at the card tables on the second floor, all staring at this side with unkind eyes.

"Fuck him!" Kazuo Miyata didn't care about the woman in his arms or the card table in front of him, he suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

Where the hell do you think this is? !

The experienced players, when the card table was overturned, took their money and ran away, huddled in the corner, and waited for the game to end.

This kind of thing happens occasionally in such irregular mahjong parlors.

Although it seems a bit unsafe, it is just like the popular dance halls many years ago, and there is indeed something seductive in it.

"!" After Kazuo Miyata got up, he was slapped violently and fell down again, covering his fat face and staring at the woman in front of him.

At this time, several younger brothers had already drawn out their knives and sticks.

Shouting loudly, he rushed over.

This kind of shouting is also a characteristic, and gangsters especially like to use it when fighting in groups.

When facing a character who grits his teeth and stares without saying a word, he should be more careful.

When Lin Feng saw the other party stabbing his arm, he knew who they were.

"kill him!"

Kazuo Miyata shouted, covering his face.

"It seems that it was indeed not an accident."

"Are you right?" Lin Feng grabbed an attacking wrist and asked the confused boy who was holding a knife.

"you……"

Before the boy could scream, his entire arm was twisted and broken by a huge force.

Lin Feng kicked the wailing guy into silence, looked at the people in front of him, and sneered.

"Haha, it's such a happy day..."

(End of this chapter)