Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 350 Is He Some Succubus?

It's early morning.

He Ye and Xiao Lan came to the window and found that the sky was dark and it was drizzling.

"That's strange. The probability of clearing up should be 100%. " Xiaolan looked at the sunny doll in confusion.

"Is it because you, Xiaolan, didn't pray hard enough? You're far behind Kudo." Kazuha said with a smile.

"That's not the case..."

Conan looked up at the two men.

The direction of the Sunny Doll seems to be wrong.

There must be a mastermind behind this matter who is controlling all of this!
"There's nothing we can do if it's raining. Whether the weather is good or bad depends on God's mood." Hattori yawned and walked over.

That’s right, he was the “black hand” who put away the sunny doll before going to bed. In the morning, he sneaked up again and hung it up again.

Handling a case is like playing a game, the more people there are, the more fun it is...

……

"Why don't you just take these two brats with you? Why should I go?"

At the agreed time in the afternoon, Lin Feng drove to the detective agency. Uncle Maori was sitting there reading the newspaper and didn't want to move.

Xiaolan and Ye went out shopping and will be back in the evening.

"Who are you not going to stab?"

Lin Feng asked back.

"What do you want to stab?" Uncle Maori looked confused.

Did this guy skip lunch again and is talking nonsense here?

Hattori looked down at Conan's wrist and subconsciously touched his neck.

Dr. Agasa is really amazing, this anesthetic needle is really magical.

"That's right, the client will definitely be happier if the sleeping famous detective comes to the door in person!" Hattori pulled Uncle Mori out and got into the car.

"I say, it's about time you changed your car, right?" Uncle Maori said, looking at Conan who was sitting on Hattori's lap.

I don't know what this mechanic is doing all day. It seems that this pickup truck has rarely been used to transport goods recently. It would be more convenient to use a normal family car.

"What to change? Conan likes to be held."

Lin Feng stepped on the accelerator and flew out.

He recently drove all kinds of planes and tanks in the virtual world, which was really fun.

The famous detective was speechless. Yesterday it was Xiaolan who held him, and today it was Hattori. How could this be compared...

"Haito-cho 4-chome, Morokaku, this is it."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a group of people drove and stopped at the gate of the house of the Zhujiao family on time.

"The time is perfect. Mr. Kusukawa even reminded me that he is very particular about time." Hattori glanced at his watch and said with a sigh of relief.

Several people rang the doorbell.

After a while, a short-haired woman opened the door.

This is the client.

Ms. Ryoko Morokaku, 39 years old.

Although she was wearing home clothes, she didn't look old because she had on heavy makeup.

"Is there anything I can help you guys with?" Ryoko Morokaku glanced at the two men and a child blocking the door, and asked with her hands on her waist.

"Actually, we're here to check on the situation on behalf of Mr. Kusukawa." Uncle Maori smiled friendly and spoke.

"Let's forget about that matter. I feel like I'm being too neurotic." Ryoko Morokaku said as she prepared to send the two adults and one child away.

"Hattori, how's the situation?"

The mechanic came over from outside the yard. If he had to wait for a long time, he wanted to borrow a bucket and a rag to clean the car window. "Excuse me, who are you?" Ryoko Morokaku put down her hands that were pinching her waist, and seemed to have a little smile on her face, and asked the approaching young man.

Hattori:……

Conan: ...

Uncle Maori:......

"Hey, is he some kind of succubus?" Hattori asked in a low voice, turning his back.

"What a terrible talent..." Uncle Maori felt the same way, looking at the repairman who was chatting and laughing with the wife.

Conan felt a chill all over his body. Lin Feng was such a creepy guy.

"Really? You look only thirty years old..."

In response to the repairman's words, Ryoko Morokaku had already found her slippers and was ready to invite everyone in.

"Mrs. Morokaku, is there really no suspicious person?" Conan raised his head and asked in an innocent tone.

It feels very strange, right? We have come to the point of hiring a detective, but now they say it's because of neurosis.

"It's really nothing. It was just my illusion." Ryoko Morokaku said with a smile.

Hattori looked skeptical.

There must be something wrong with this aunt!
Lin Feng did not get entangled with Mrs. Zhu Jiao. He left a business card, asked a few questions and then left.

Ten minutes later.

"How long do you plan to sit here?"

Uncle Maori asked as he looked at the three people who had already returned to the car.

"Hattori said he would give me half of the commission fee, but I don't care." Lin Feng found a comic book in the car and said while reading it.

This Mrs. Zhujiao, um... has a special quality that is hard to describe...

Either the victim or the murderer.

"Well, she paid some initial fees when she went to find the detective." Hattori was quite alert while sitting in the car, staring at a man in a suit who was getting closer and closer.

Uncle Maori was standing by the car door and turned to look over.

The man was carrying a large shoulder bag like the ones salesmen often carry, and he was wearing glasses. There was a lot of sweat on his fat face, and he didn't look suspicious.

Hattori and Conan saw each other walk into the yard of the Morokaku family, and hurriedly ran out of the car and followed behind.

"Please leave now, or I will call the police!"

"I am not visiting you to force you to sell me something. Please accept the catalog of antiques for your reference. Please also accept the keychain as a gift to wish you a prosperous business."

"Who wants to accept a free gift like yours? Our family is not that poor!"

The door was not closed tightly, and Hattori and Conan could see clearly that Mrs. Morokaku looked arrogant and slapped away the other party's catalog and the small wooden box containing souvenirs.

The fat middle-aged salesman apologized repeatedly, picked up his things and walked out.

"This attitude is really like two different people~" Hattori glanced at the fat uncle's back, then turned to look at Lin Feng who was sitting in the car reading comics.

"Hehe, how do you think that guy can be so successful in the repair industry?" Director Ke put one hand in his pocket and looked at Hattori with a look that was too naive.

While the two high school detectives were standing in front of the gate and chatting, a car stopped behind Lin Feng's pickup truck.

A tall middle-aged man got out of the car. He had a playful hairstyle, with a small tuft of curly hair on each side of his forehead.

He can't be called handsome, but you can tell that he's the type who pays a lot of attention to his appearance. He's probably popular among middle-aged and older women.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Uncle Maori, and said, "A sloppy man doesn't even have the qualifications to have an affair."

"Hey!"

"Who are you talking about, kid?!"

(End of this chapter)