Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"By the way, my good friend asked about you last time, asking why he never saw you."

After Yoko talked about the troubles she had encountered at work recently, she mentioned the host of Nichiuri TV.

Mizuno Rena.

"What did she ask?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

I have been very honest recently and have not had any contact with the other party. Why would Kiel suddenly ask about me?

"It's nothing. She was just teasing me. She also asked about your recent situation. How would I know?" Yoko said speechlessly.

The other party guessed wrong, the two of them really didn't have that kind of relationship.

"Is she coming?"

"It's really troublesome..." Lin Feng said.

As long as Gin is alive, he will always be on the road to causing trouble.

He remembered that in the plot, it seemed like a silver-haired killer asked Kiel to help assassinate a target, which led to him being exposed in the end and captured alive by the FBI.

"What?" Yoko didn't quite hear.

"I say, that famous host is quite gossipy and likes to inquire about this kind of things." Lin Feng said with a smile.

These special agent investigators are not stupid. They became interested in me after only meeting me a few times.

Of course, it is also possible that he was just asking casually.

"I usually ask her about this kind of thing, but she always just smiles and says nothing," Yoko said with a smile.

If you work in this field and get a little close to any male star, you will be surrounded by overwhelming news, and it will become a big deal if it gets spread around.

"..."

The two chatted back and forth for about half an hour. After Lin Feng saw that the time was almost up, he closed the hood and said that it was fixed.

In the Doctor's Beetle.

Paul glanced at a few autographed photos, smiled and put them aside.

"Hehe..." Lin Feng couldn't figure out what the attraction of this thing was, but these idols were indeed good at taking pictures.

"I'll give one to my sister, and then one to Mr. Maori. Miss Azusa might like it, too."

Paul nodded and said this, it was worth it for him to go to two or three stores to buy the photo cards.

"That uncle will definitely jump up..." Lin Feng could already foresee it.

……

Maori Detective Agency.

"Yoko!"

Just as the repairman said, Uncle Maori jumped for joy after receiving the gift.

"Is it necessary to do this? You should have quite a few autographs in your hand." Lin Feng was a little confused about this.

"That's right, it's a bit of an exaggeration." Conan also nodded.

"There's nothing I can do about it, because the person she's dealing with is Yoko Okino."

Xiaolan brought tea and snacks to the table, glanced at her old father and said.

"This is the latest autographed photo, which was just signed, and this photo was also taken recently!"

Uncle Maori explained a lot to these ignorant people, then shook Paul's hand and began to express his gratitude.

"I was a little worried about having to sign so many photos at once, but the other party didn't get angry at all..." Paul said with a smile.

"...oh!" Uncle Maori nodded as if he understood.

"He didn't understand." Conan revealed the truth.

"These two people can actually hold hands and chat. Yoko is really capable." Lin Feng couldn't help but hold his forehead and said. "Dad, is it okay to watch the video now? There will be a client coming to the door later, right?" Xiaolan reminded.

A client called me before and said that he would come to visit me in the evening, and the time is almost up.

"It's okay, make more food in the evening and let's eat together!" It can be seen that Uncle Maori is in a very good mood today, otherwise, he would not easily invite Lin Feng to dinner.

"You are lucky to have benefited from this." Conan smiled speechlessly and said to the repairman beside him.

“I won’t refute you on this…”

……

It's late afternoon.

Xiaolan has already bought the vegetables, Lin Feng and Conan are helping to clean up, Uncle Maori is taking Paul to watch TV, and everyone is doing their own job.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the detective agency, and the other party sounded very anxious.

"Here he comes!" Xiaolan glanced at the time, wondering if it was the client who came, and went forward to open the door.

"Help... Help, someone wants to kill me!"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, a suit and holding a briefcase rushed directly into the house.

He found the mustached detective who often appeared on TV and in newspapers and said with a terrified look on his face.

"Kill you?!" Uncle Maori, who was watching TV, was shocked.

"..."

Lin Feng glanced at Conan.

Why didn't this person go to the police station but chose to come here?
Sure enough, this is an ominous place...

Forget it, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with whether I eat or not...

"Please, please close the door first!" The man turned his head and said to Xiaolan in shock.

"Okay..." Xiaolan took a look outside the door before closing it.

There was clearly no one around, but it seemed like someone was chasing him.

"Mr. Hashimoto, you said someone wanted to kill you. What's going on?" Uncle Maori sat face to face with the client and asked while holding the client's business card.

Although the middle-aged man in front of you looks dazed and scared, he is the manager of a large company.

"It's like this. Five days ago, I noticed someone was following me."

"The company is not far from home, only about ten minutes away, so no matter what time I get off work, I will walk home."

"Five days ago, I left the company very late, around nine o'clock, and I walked home as usual..."

Mr. Hashimoto vividly told a story about how he battled wits and courage with the sound of footsteps in an alley.

When I go fast, it goes fast too; when I go slow, it goes slow too…

"Maybe it's an echo or something. You're just scaring yourself." Uncle Maori looked like he had heard a ghost story, his face full of disbelief.

"I went home, had a glass of wine to calm down, and felt the same way, but the next day, I saw the man who had been following me!"

At this point, fear appeared on Mr. Hashimoto's face again.

It is indeed scary to see a person dressed very secretly wandering around your home.

"I really saw him, Mr. Maori, you must believe me, that man wanders around my house every night!" Mr. Hashimoto said excitedly.

He's already called the police, and they've also come to investigate and patrolled the house, but they've found nothing. Now it seems like he can only talk to a private detective.

"Hmm..." Uncle Maori was still reluctant to believe this, but he couldn't say anything. After all, the client had already started paying money.

The other party didn't threaten you, nor did he come to your door with a knife, so why are you so scared... (End of this chapter)