Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 468 Commission
After the maintenance work was completed, Mrs. Ishikawa and Ayumi, who was watching the fun, got into the doctor's car.

Everyone rushed to the office in Go-chome.

“…” Paul looked at the woman in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help scratching his head.

Why didn't you call the police first, but instead called a detective or something...

……

"An affair?"

"Cheating?"

When Uncle Maori heard what Mrs. Ishikawa said, he immediately tilted his shoulders and looked at Lin Feng.

Is this the job you found for me?

What’s different from what I usually do?
"To be honest, ever since the company told me the truth, I've been thinking about his behavior over the past few months."

"For several months in a row, he has been spending more than he earned. He said he used the money to invest. Now I wonder if he has been living a life of luxury..."

Mrs. Ishikawa finally told the truth and started crying again.

"Madam, please don't cry. With me, Maori Kogoro, here, the truth will surely come out!"

Uncle Maori handed the tissue to the other party and made a solemn promise.

The two parties have not yet discussed the commission fee, but from the uncle's attitude, we can roughly get a sense of what Mrs. Ishikawa looks like.

"Really..." Conan didn't expect the other party to accept it so easily, and he looked speechless.

"Conan, do you want us to help with the investigation?" Ayumi asked.

Children also have many advantages in investigation, such as taking secret photos.

"Forget it, I haven't found my lunch yet..." Xiaolan went out and there was no one to cook, so Conan prepared to go downstairs to eat a sandwich.

"I suggest that you follow and investigate." Lin Feng said, tapping the dog-headed detective's head.

"Why?" Conan covered his head and took a breath.

This guy feels like he has buried a knife in his knuckles. Can't he be a little more gentle?
"Is this it?"

Uncle Maori took Mrs. Ishikawa's phone and saw the three text messages.

"Honey, I'm out drinking with a client. I don't know when I can be back. Don't wait for me."

"The client changed his mind at the last minute and wanted to continue drinking. It was too late so I went straight to the company to stay."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Uncle Maori read it out as he looked at it, then looked up and asked, "Mrs. Ishikawa, you called him after receiving the second message, right?"

"Yes, because I was very worried about his health, I wanted to call him to give him some instructions, but he hung up and sent me a third text message."

Mrs. Ishikawa nodded and said.

After that, she wrote a text message expressing her concern for her husband's health and sent it out before going to bed.

“That’s very strange!”

"There was only a three-minute difference between the second text message and the first one!" Conan came up to the uncle and pointed at the phone screen.

Uncle Maori, who was about to hang up the phone, heard this and looked at the time carefully again.

It really is.

This client is too fickle.

After you reported that you were safe, the customer suddenly changed his mind?

"There are no such customers. They are probably all scammers!"

"I guess they were sent when he was with some woman." Mrs. Ishikawa looked really sad.

"But if you keep sending messages like that, wouldn't it be easier to arouse suspicion?"

Conan tilted his head and asked innocently.

"It seems like that?" Ayumi looked at Uncle Maori who was holding the phone.

Sleeping Kogoro, say something!
"Uh..." Uncle Maori scratched his head and flipped through the previous messages. Mrs. Ishikawa's husband seemed to be the type of person who would explain everything in one breath, and many of his text messages were densely packed with words.

"What, what does this mean?" Mrs. Ishikawa was stunned and asked everyone.

"What they mean is that the message last night was most likely not sent by your husband." Lin Feng found an apple from Mao Li's refrigerator and said while eating.

"Is there anything else in the refrigerator?" Uncle Maori asked speechlessly.

There seems to be only one apple downstairs.

"If you're hungry, go eat downstairs." Lin Feng waved his hand and said generously.

"Wait, wait, what should I do?" Mrs. Ishikawa panicked, and seeing that the two of them still had the leisure to chat, she asked anxiously.

"Ma'am, don't panic. What they said is just speculation. Let's call your husband first."

Uncle Maori calmed the other party down, found the phone number in the call log, dialed it directly, and turned on the speakerphone.

These brats are really good at making wild guesses and looking for trouble when they have nothing to do.

"Moses, this is..."

The phone rang a few times before it was connected, but Uncle Maori was interrupted halfway through his speech.

"Get ready 30 million yen. Ishikawa Hisasaku is in our hands."

A male voice with an obviously changed voice sounded, and without saying anything else, he started with 30 million yen.

"The time and place will be notified to you separately."

After two brief sentences, the call was hung up and Uncle Maori stared at the phone in his hand.

Kidnapping?!

"Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to hear uncle's voice." Conan said with a frown.

"Thirty million, can you come up with it?" Uncle Maori looked at the frightened Mrs. Ishikawa.

"Yes, it should be no problem as long as we have a little time." Mrs. Ishikawa came back to her senses and nodded.

There is definitely not enough cash, but it’s okay to sell some things.

"One million, I'll take the job." Lin Feng threw the apple core into the trash can.

"Brother Lin Feng, this is not something that can be repaired. We should call the police first." Ayumi shook her little head and said.

"..."

Paul felt the atmosphere changing, but he didn't know what was going on, so he stood at the door with his hands behind his back and observed.

"..."

To be honest, Conan wanted to help Mrs. Ishikawa pay the 1 million so that Mr. Ishikawa could return safely...

"I'll notify Officer Megure first." Uncle Maori went to the side to make a phone call.

"Mr. Lin Feng, what is the one million you are talking about?" Mrs. Ishikawa couldn't help but ask.

One million suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I don’t understand.

“This is a tailor-made program for new and old customers, and we will charge a commission based on the difficulty of the incident.”

"I thought about it, for something like kidnapping, one million should be about right."

"Of course, if he had been killed long ago, the responsibility would not be ours." Lin Feng patted Paul on the shoulder and said.

Here's your chance to make extra money!

"Really? Is it true?" If Paul hadn't been dressed as a gangster, Mrs. Ishikawa would never have believed such nonsense.

"one million……"

Conan tilted his head.

This guy knows the price has increased. In the past, a gin only cost one million...

(End of this chapter)