Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"..."

The confused boss returned to the kitchen with the empty plate and continued to fry the noodles while preparing to fry tempura.

Although these things are not on the menu, if some customers want to eat them, it’s okay to make some.

The main thing is that the guest outside is a bit too strange. He didn't drink a single sip of wine and treated this place as a restaurant...

"Where have I seen this person before..." Mr. Inoue muttered to himself while washing dishes.

"Please hurry up!"

Lin Feng's urging voice sounded at the right time.

Even from the bar counter, he could see the boss standing by the sink, slouching and daydreaming.

Absolutely outrageous!

"it is good!"

Mr. Inoue agreed and immediately became busy again...

……

after an hour.

After eating more than a dozen plates of fried noodles and a lot of other things, Lin Feng finally stopped.

Although the taste is good, it is still a bit monotonous and affects the performance.

The boss, who was covered in oil smoke, stood at the bar, looking at the repairman, wiping the cup with his hands, and suddenly asked: "If I remember correctly, are you Mr. Maori's disciple?"

"That's right." Lin Feng nodded.

"I've seen a photo of you and Mr. Mori in the newspaper before, and I thought you were here to ask Mr. Kimura as well." Mr. Inoue said with a smile.

At this time, there were only two people left in the store, the host and the guest.

After the two regular customers left, no other customers came.

The bar itself is small and remote, and the small sign at the door is blocked by cars. How can business be good?

"Have you only seen it in the newspaper?" Lin Feng picked up the glass and smelled the gin in his hand.

"Yes..." Mr. Inoue was stunned and nodded.

"Then let's talk about that Mr. Kimura."

"What does he look like?" Lin Feng put down his wine glass and changed the subject, asking about Mr. Nakamura who had left his clothes here the day before yesterday.

"He's about the same height as Mr. Maori, around 180 centimeters, and his hairstyle is almost the same."

Mr. Inoue spoke with a nostalgic look on his face.

"Does the face look the same?" Lin Feng continued to ask.

"At least the beards look similar." Mr. Inoue scratched his head and said with a smile.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Lin Feng nodded, stopped talking, and stared at the drinks on the wine cabinet.

"You are curious about this, right?"

Mr. Inoue took down a blue bottle from the counter with the word Kimura on it.

"Can you pour me a cup?" Lin Feng handed over the cup.

"I'm sorry, but that's against the rules. Besides, even if I offered you a drink, you wouldn't drink it."

Mr. Inoue shook his head and put the bottle back. From his words, he seemed to have seen through Lin Feng. He knew that Lin Feng just couldn't drink.

"Haha, I'll come to eat fried noodles again tomorrow."

Lin Feng paid the bill and gave a warning before leaving.

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

……

"Inoue, this name is wrong. I found some very interesting information. This person once went to a plastic surgery hospital for plastic surgery."

Hiroki has already investigated the other party's information, and whether he has any suspicions or not, it's just a matter of convenience.

"He doesn't look like he's had plastic surgery..." Lin Feng said as he walked down the street wearing headphones. The bar owner's appearance was average, so it was hard to believe he'd had plastic surgery.

"His real name is Hiroshi Ukita. The records of his plastic surgery were taken after he was released from prison. He also managed to change his household registration information to become another person."

Hiroki didn't laugh along, but continued talking about the bar owner.

"It was Mr. Maori who sent him to prison, so this was a planned act of revenge."

Lin Feng recalled Boss Inoue's description of Kimura and found it very interesting.

The other party seemed to be looking up, thinking about what Uncle Maori looked like...

There is no such person named Kimura. The phone and the suit jacket are traps set by Hiroshi Ukita.

In order to make others believe that someone wanted to kill Kimura instead of Maori Kogoro, he used another phone to send that kind of text message.

"Do you want to call the police?"

"He is very careful in his actions. There is no strong evidence to prove that he is the criminal." Hiroki reminded.

You can't say someone wants to kill someone just because they changed their own information.

At times like this, it would be more reliable for the Dark Knight to take action.

"I'm going to continue eating fried noodles tomorrow night." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"..."

Hiroki did not respond to the repairman's bad taste.

He didn't know what the fried noodles tasted like, and whether it was worth savoring again...

"By the way, before leaving Japan, Vermouth made a special trip to Tottori Prefecture." After a while, Hiroki started talking about the Black Organization.

"What? Did she go to pour wine for others?" Lin Feng smiled and walked step by step in the quiet and dark alley.

"I guess so. She has left now." Hiroki hummed.

This statement is not wrong.

"You can send her an email to stimulate her and let this traitor come online earlier." Lin Feng said, suddenly stopped and looked back.

The dark alley was very quiet, as if nothing was there. After a while, only the cry of wild cats could be heard.

"I'll take care of it." Hiroki said and hung up the call.

"Ha ha……"

Lin Feng sneered and walked home without looking back.

Guys hiding in the dark, come and try if you can! ! !
……

Turn around.

Uncle Maori went out early in the morning, and when he left, he took Kimura's clothes with him without covering himself at all.

It looks like this sleeping Kogoro is determined to be the bait!

When Conan passed by the coffee shop, he took a look at the repairman sitting by the window reading a newspaper leisurely, and then quickly followed Uncle Maori.

As a detective with backward intelligence, he cannot be so leisurely. Just in case, he must follow Uncle Maori closely.

It is very likely that the criminal's target was never Mr. Kimura, but Mr. Mori!

The famous detective spent the whole night looking through the files last night. They were all cases that Uncle Maori had handled before, and there didn't seem to be any special criminals.

I have to continue watching when I come back tonight and check for prisoners who meet the requirements for sentencing.

"Boss, do you still want two eggs on your sandwich?" Paul asked as he stood in front of the stove.

This guy still can't fully fit in in this kitchen, mainly because of his outfit, and his size...

When he woke up at five this morning, he was dragged to be a sparring partner again. When he was dodging the attack, his face accidentally hit a tree and it was badly swollen.

The reason why the salary is so high, I finally found it...

"Three!" Lin Feng shouted with a smile.

Paul stood there without moving.

Three eggs and three slices of bread, how should they be paired? (End of this chapter)