Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"It's puffer fish dish. He called the restaurant in advance and said he would be late, so he asked me to wait for him with a drink..." Uncle Maori said with his arms folded.

It's not that I drink too much, it's the client who treated me to a drink!

"How was today's investigation? Did you feel that Mr. Takeoka was deliberately leading people towards Kyosuke Arai?" Lin Feng continued to ask.

He and Conan both agreed that Takeoka Isao wanted to push Kyosuke Arai, the nephew of the deceased, into the position of criminal.

"probably."

Uncle Maori couldn't explain it clearly either.

After all, Kyosuke Arai's motives were very clear, and he had openly said in the bar that he wanted to inherit the estate.

Takeoka would think it's okay if the other party is suspicious.

"It can't be said that this Arai Kyosuke has nothing to do with the case back then."

"Five years ago, when Kamo attacked Mr. Kinugasa, he was the one who drove away from the scene."

"Mr. Takeoka's wife also recognized him as the driver." Lin Feng stopped the car on the side of the road and gave a reminder.

"So, Arai was also Takeoka's target of revenge from the very beginning..."

Uncle Maori nodded, took a deep breath, got out of the car and walked into the restaurant in front of him.

"If he keeps up this state, he will be able to solve at least seven or eight out of ten cases, and you will be out of work soon." Lin Feng said to Conan who was about to get off the car.

"If we hadn't thought about it from the beginning, the criminal would work hard to prove his alibi, things wouldn't have been so simple." Conan shook his head.

Is it that easy to solve a case?

Especially since the opponent used to be an experienced criminal policeman.

Lin Feng and Conan followed Uncle Maori and walked into this Japanese restaurant.

"That Mr. Gamo?"

"He's not a regular customer." The man who was both the boss and the chef shook his head and said.

"Do you remember when he first came to the store?" Conan asked, looking up.

"It was probably half a month before I had dinner with Mr. Maori. The store's menu would occasionally be adjusted based on the ingredients. I remember it was this time," the boss recalled.

He even remembered what Mr. Gamo had ordered to eat in the store.

Basically, the other party would come over every day to eat and chat, and would often bring small gifts or something like that, which was very memorable.

"Did he come again in the few days after he had dinner with me?" Uncle Maori was asking about the five or six days from the time he accepted the commission to the other party's death.

"That's not the case." The boss shook his head again.

"Thank you."

The three of them walked out of the restaurant and walked along the street, asking bars, restaurants and other businesses.

"After we came out of the store that day, people kept greeting him." After listening to everyone's words, Uncle Maori said thoughtfully.

More than half a month ago, "Mr. Kasumi" suddenly appeared on this street and became a regular customer of various stores. Wherever he went, people would greet him enthusiastically.

"Where are we going next?"

Lin Feng looked at the time and wanted to find a restaurant to eat.

According to his observation, there are several good chefs on this street!
"Let's find a way to hear Mr. Gamo's voice and confirm our idea!" Uncle Maori also guessed that there might be something fishy about the client he met that day.

Now think about it, the president of the financial company said that Mr. Gamo was not a good person, so how could he get along so well with the people on this street?

Conan nodded and smiled with great satisfaction...

"..."

……

"Didn't you say that Mr. Gamo often curses in the office? Is there any recording?"

Uncle Maori took Lin Feng and Conan to find the president of the financial company.

If Takeoka is the criminal, the only possibility is that Mr. Gamo, whom he met that day, was him in disguise!
sound!

If there is a real voice of Mr. Kasumi, it will be the biggest flaw in this murder plot! "A recording of swearing?"

"Why would I record that kind of thing???" The president was about to get off work, but these three people suddenly broke in and asked in confusion.

What, you want to seek justice for the employees who were scolded?
But my boss is dead...

"Uncle Kogoro just wants to hear Mr. Gamo's voice." Conan explained with a smile.

"His home phone is set up with answering machine, and it's recorded with his own voice." The president said, turning on the speakerphone on the desk phone and making the call.

"I can't answer your call right now. Please leave a message after the beep..."

The voice coming from the phone was not the old man's, but the female voice that came with the phone's message function.

"Strange, it was actually the boss's own voice." The president also scratched his head.

"It should have been washed away." Lin Feng said while eating the bread he bought from the convenience store.

It should be said that he is a professional indeed, as he didn't even leave such a small clue...

"What are you looking at? You won't let me eat, and you won't let me eat bread..."

The repairman noticed that the dog-headed detective was staring at him and smiled.

"bread?"

"Smiling Red Bean Bread!" Uncle Maori's eyes lit up, he shouted, and ran out.

Conan had previously found a reply letter from a bakery company in Mr. Gamo's house.

"..."

Lin Feng was driving while eating bread.

"Since Mr. Pu Sheng made the complaint call, the bakery company must have kept a recording!"

Uncle Maori quickly found out the route and directed the repairman to drive to the bakery.

"Look at the time, it's best to contact the bakery company first!" Conan reminded.

It’s past seven o’clock, I’m afraid the other party has already gotten off work.

Lin Feng stuffed the remaining half of the Smiling Red Bean Bread into Conan's hand.

No wonder people complained, the sweetness is just too good...

The repairman heard the person on duty trying to shirk responsibility, so he opened his mouth to remind him:

"Mr. Maori, I suggest you check it out quickly. The reason why Takeoka Isao participated in the subsequent investigation is probably because he has another target."

"..."

Uncle Maori had to use both persuasion and threats before the other party agreed to play the recording for them.

……

night.

An apartment building.

A dark shadow opened the door and took the elevator to the floor where Kyosuke Arai lived.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

He pulled the brim of his hat down, disguised himself as a delivery man, and knocked on the door.

With a "click", the door opened.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The person who appeared in front of him was not Arai, but a familiar face.

"gross profit……"

Takeoka Isao looked at his old friend with a complicated expression... (End of this chapter)