Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Mr. Hashimoto, calm down first. If you suspect someone is following you, we can investigate secretly."

When Uncle Maori saw the other party take out hundreds of thousands of dollars directly from his wallet, even his sitting posture immediately became much more serious.

"us?"

Lin Feng and Conan looked at each other almost at the same time.

To be honest, Mr. Hashimoto seems to be a bit neurotic. If there really was someone hanging around him, something like an accident would have happened after so many days.

"After dinner, come and help me. I won't treat you unfairly." Uncle Maori turned and said to Lin Feng.

"Mr. Mori, I leave my life in your hands!" Mr. Hashimoto said respectfully.

"Don't worry, don't worry..."

……

A few hours later.

The sky grew dark.

The client, Mr. Hashimoto, finally set out on his journey alone, timidly.

Of course, after receiving the commission, Uncle Maori and everyone else hid in the dark.

"Xiaolan, when you see the criminal later, use karate..." The detective with a mustache was assigning tasks.

"Dad, is there really a criminal?" Xiaolan was also skeptical.

It is said that the police investigated for two days without any results.

"Anyway, let's talk for two days." Uncle Maori scratched his head.

Since they have paid the money, of course you have to follow them obediently.

A reward of several hundred thousand is much better than investigating a mistress and finding some cats and dogs.

"It's your bad luck that you found this place." Lin Feng said, looking at Mr. Hashimoto's back.

It might have been fine, but with a bunch of plague gods following you...

"What do you mean?" Uncle Maori looked at the repairman with an unfriendly look.

There are some bad rumors about me recently, were they spread by you???
"Hey, hey, hey, if you don't catch up, you'll disappear." Conan reminded.

These guys are really amateurs...

Everyone followed Mr. Hashimoto obediently towards his home. In order to catch the stalker, they had to hide their figures.

Mr. Hashimoto was walking in the alley clutching his briefcase. Today was different from usual. Knowing that there were a bunch of people following him, he felt a little more secure.

"Ling ring ring~~~"

Suddenly, the phone rang behind him. The middle-aged man was startled and turned around to look.

The sleeping detective stuck his head out, said sorry, and then hid behind the wall again.

"Hello!" Lin Feng took out the phone from his pocket and answered it.

After hearing who was on the other side, he glanced at Conan and the others, then slowly walked to the side.

"Brother Lin Feng seems to have two phones, and this one seems to be rarely used?" Xiaolan asked with her head down.

"Hmm..." Conan nodded, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.

The unusual phone rang.

who is it?

"That guy is indeed in my hands, but how did you know?" Lin Feng looked back at everyone and spoke.

"Binga was taken care of by the Dark Knight. I found out about it late."

It is obvious that Toru Amuro is here to buy people.

He didn't quite believe that Binga was dead, and wanted to make a deal with him like he did with Pisco.

"If I leave it to you, I'm afraid you won't survive more than a week." Lin Feng sneered.

By keeping Binga, whose life or death is unknown, we can also control Belmode. If we hand him over to the police, he will probably be in the newspapers soon.

"So, is there any information you want to exchange?"

Amuro Toru was silent for a moment, not dwelling on this topic, and instead asked the other party if he had obtained any new information from Binga. "No."

"Also, I remind you, don't hang around in Beika Town." Lin Feng hung up the phone after saying that.

This is also for Touzi's good.

If you keep wandering around, you might get involved in a case someday. This is Beika Town!

"Did you forget to wear a mask?" Conan asked the repairman who was walking back.

"Hiroki will help."

Voice changing is a very simple thing. The phone that the doctor gave me can also do basic voice changing.

"Mr. Hashimoto has entered the house and there doesn't seem to be anything unusual." said Uncle Maori, who was watching from the wall.

The other party is divorced and lives alone.

The lights in the house in front of me lit up one room at a time. I guess Mr. Hashimoto was checking them.

I followed him all the way but found nothing. It seems more and more like nonsense.

"I think we should just take a walk around the area and then go back." Lin Feng suggested.

Of course, this "we" definitely does not include the mustache detective.

After all, you vowed to protect others, so just find a place to hide.

"agree!"

Xiaolan, Conan and Paul all agreed to this proposal.

"Hey, you guys are so heartless..." Uncle Maori wrapped his windbreaker tightly and looked at the backs of the people walking away, feeling very cold in his heart.

"Brother Lin Feng, will you and Mr. Paul practice sparring in the morning?" Xiaolan turned around and asked, holding Conan's hand.

"Well, Paul has become more and more resilient recently." Lin Feng patted the big guy's shoulder hard.

"Boss..." Paul felt a little pain in his arm.

Don’t photograph me the way you photograph a tree!

"Are you still at the old place? I can join in if I'm free!" Xiaolan felt that Lin Feng's special training was much better than that organized by the school.

"You can also fight with Paul." Lin Feng nodded with a smile.

With Paul's current strength, he should be no match for the Unicorn Girl.

"I want to go too!" Of course Conan wanted to follow.

"Do you want to kick the ball towards Paul too..."

Paul： ???
……

Several days passed and Uncle Maori's investigation still hadn't produced any results, but the day agreed upon by the doctor arrived first.

11 month 24 number.

"As a result, Mr. Hashimoto has now raised the commission fee to one million yuan."

"Uncle has no choice but to follow the other person all day long." Conan said, resting his chin on his hand.

After following for so many days without finding anything, this suspicious client still hasn't let his guard down.

"One million dollars!"

"I wonder how many servings of eel rice I can buy!" Yuantai said with a little anticipation.

"So who said that the detective industry is not very prosperous?" Mitsuhiko asked with his arms folded.

"I remember Brother Lin Feng said something like this, right?" Ayumi turned and looked at the repairman.

"Many detectives like that starve to death every year." Lin Feng said as he patted Conan's head affectionately.

If you think about the days before Kogoro Mori became famous, it would be normal for him to starve to death.

Anyone else with such a strong curiosity would have been beaten to death with a club long ago.

"On this postcard, I can't tell where that place full of memories is." Conan asked, putting his fingers on his chin, thinking seriously.

"Maybe he was hit with a stick and became stupid..." (End of this chapter)