Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 407 Let’s Run Away Quickly…

"Is it the loan shark who is threatening me?" A Zi recalled the content of the previous two phone calls, and it didn't seem likely.

"I can assure you, it is definitely not the case." Lin Feng glanced at Uncle Maori and directly ruled out this option.

I don’t know if it was intentional or accidental, but the option that this person first said can always be eliminated.

"Do you remember who left this cell phone here?" Conan asked, looking up.

"Well, he came to the store after noon. He was wearing a pair of glasses and was a little fat. He kept pressing the phone while eating, so I have a deep impression of him." A Zi nodded and said.

The first call came about an hour after the man left.

The second pass follows the first.

The third call happened thirty minutes later.

"It's strange. It's only been half an hour. Why would he suddenly say something like he wants to kill someone?" Uncle Maori said with a frown as he pressed the phone.

"It doesn't matter, as long as no one dies in the store." Lin Feng had touched the back of the counter at some point and said while eating.

"Manager, don't say such terrible things!" A Zi noticed the looks of other customers and immediately made a prohibiting gesture.

"Did you terminate the contract with the telecommunications company after those three phone calls?"

"What's up with these strange names in the phone book, and the numbers behind them?" Conan was still playing with the phone. The more he played with it, the weirder it felt, and his interest was growing.

"Really? This is not your toy." Uncle Maori snatched it away.

"Sister A Zi, are there any other characteristics of the person who lost his phone?" Conan looked at the uncle speechlessly, then turned to ask Miss A Zi.

"feature?"

"Well, anything is fine."

"That person ordered several dishes, and when he paid the bill, it was exactly three thousand yuan!" A Zi clapped his hands when he remembered this little detail.

"I felt so great at the time, it was really a coincidence!"

"..." Uncle Maori looked at Miss Azi with a confused look on his face.

How could such a thing be so amazing...

"Uh... Conan, you can say anything." A Zi said with an embarrassed smile.

After hearing this, the famous detective didn't have the energy to say anything else.

"Just call the police and let them handle it. Don't waste your energy." Lin Feng, who was cutting something at the dining table, raised his head and reminded everyone.

Don’t let the search turn into a murder case.

"oh?!"

"Young man, what are you doing?" An old man was sitting by the counter. He saw the new manager bring out a bunch of peppers and started to debone the chicken legs.

"Let's make some appetizers as a gift." Lin Feng said as he deboned and diced a few chicken legs. His movements were quite quick.

"Ah."

The old man didn't dwell on why coffee shops had to serve customers snacks and drinks, and just started reading with great interest.

Every day when he is free, he will come to the store to sit and have a cup of coffee.

The original manager sold the store, and the old man was worried about the coffee shop business for a while. Now that he sees that the new manager will concentrate on making food, he is relieved.

"Oh hoo!"

"Is there any wine?" Uncle Maori also came over and asked the most relevant question.

Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have any, you can go upstairs and get some beer yourself.

"How about we leave it to the police?" A Zi looked at Conan.

It seems that this child is the only one who cares about this phone call.

"Sister Azi, where did you pick up this phone?" Director Ke felt something was wrong and refused to let go.

"It's under the sofas over here. It seems that the guest kicked it under the sofa himself." A Zi remembered clearly that he did not kick any things like the phone when he was cleaning.

"Really..." Conan looked at the phone in his hand and suddenly felt a little stupid.

Really, even on my day off, I can't keep staring at this thing...

At this moment, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open and two traffic policemen walked in.

One of them was Miss Yumi, whom I had met a few times.

"Great Detective Mr. Maori, what's the matter with the last parking fine?" Yumi asked, staring at the mustache on the edge of the dining table.

"Actually, I was planning to hand it in today." Uncle Maori defended himself.

I was found here because of overdue fines. I was completely humiliated.

"I'm just kidding. Besides, today is Sunday. Please pay the fee on another day." Yumi suddenly smiled and said, then looked at Lin Feng who seemed to be cooking.

Isn’t this Mr. Maori’s disciple, the handsome repairman? Why did he go in there to cook?

strangeness.

"Sister Yumi, are you here specifically to see Uncle Maori?" Conan asked curiously when he saw that the traffic policeman had no intention of leaving.

"We came here to investigate a man, and this is the only clue we have." Yumi took out a receipt.

"Three thousand yuan?" Conan was stunned.

A Zi heard the conversation between the few people and walked over and looked at the receipt.

"this is!"

"Is the person you are looking for a man who wears glasses and is a bit fat?"

Of course A Zi could recognize the invoice he had written himself.

"Yes, yes." Yumi nodded.

When Conan heard that the owner of the phone seemed to have received a message, he stopped worrying about it and continued to eat the sandwich on the table.

"Now we can return the phone to him." A Zi said as he picked up the phone on the table.

I also received three strange phone calls...

"This is impossible." Yumi understood that the man had forgotten his phone here, and she shook her head and said.

"?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over.

"This man died the night before yesterday," Yumi explained.

"Hmm..." Lin Feng nodded and continued to prepare the dishes.

If you want to make spicy chicken, you are missing a lot of ingredients, and the range hood is not powerful enough, so no one can stay in the house.

Whatever, this is my shop...

“Dead?!”

"Was he murdered?" Uncle Maori also stood up and his expression became a little more serious.

"No, he was hit and killed by a truck at the intersection of Third Street." Yumi glanced at the sleeping detective and said speechlessly.

How can there be so many murders...

"Traffic accident..." Conan frowned.

"He doesn't have anything on him that can prove his identity, so we came here to investigate." Yumi nodded and explained.

According to witnesses, the man hurriedly jumped over the guardrail and ran onto the road, which led to him being hit by the truck.

After investigation, the truck driver was found to have no problems and it was confirmed to be an accident.

“Sizzle~~~”

After Lin Feng fried the diced chicken, he threw in all the solid chilies he could find in the store.

The fire was turned up to maximum power and the air was filled with smoke for a while.

There isn't a lot of smoke, but it's definitely enough!
The old man, who was originally watching with great interest, threw down a banknote and ran away from the scene sneezing.

"I think we should run away too..."

(End of this chapter)