Detective Conan: The Grey Winged Angel

August 11, Saturday, afternoon.

Against the heat of the summer afternoon, Conan and Huiyuan were looking for the owner of the kitten along the street.

After inquiring all the way, finally, the owner himself appeared, a weak youth with glasses.

The young owner of the roadside coffee shop saw the kitten in Huiyuan's arms through the glass, and hurried out to recognize the kitten.

The shop owner hugged the kitten and said gratefully: "Thank you very much. This is my cat. It just disappeared just now. I have been looking for it for a long time."

Hui Yuan said, "We found it on a tree. It suffered a slight injury to its right paw and had blood. Remember to go to the pet hospital for injections to prevent infection."

"Ah? Oh." The shop owner realized that there was a handkerchief on the kitten's feet.

"You are so generous." Conan said to Huihara angrily, and then asked, "Now, where is that person?"

Huihara said, "I saw him on this street before, buying cigarettes from the vending machine over there."

Conan has a toothache, "What about now?"

"Nonsense, how could I know." Huihara said irresponsibly.

Conan used his finger to touch Huiyuan, and he was a little bit internally injured and speechless.

The shop owner said: "By the way, as a thank you, two children, please come to our shop and drink some iced drinks."

Huibara and Conan looked at each other and went in together. It was too hot, and it was too long anyway, and they didn't care about a few more minutes.

However, after entering the door, the two of them were stunned. The familiar noise and the voice of Kogoro Mouri made him enthusiastic.

"Yes, yes, whip! Give me a whip! Go! Go! Go!"

The shop owner apologized: "Sorry, I quarreled you, I'll ask him to be gentle."

"No need." Conan walked into the store and saw Maori's innermost deck, jumping on the seat, riding a horse.

"Now, your daughter is looking for you to go home for cleaning." Huihara said funny.

Maori was stunned immediately, and fell from the seat. Fortunately, he fell on the seat and did not fall to the ground. If he fell on the ground, he might be injured.

"Guest, are you okay?" The shop owner hurried over and helped Maori up.

Maori got up and asked, "I said, why are you two brats here?"

Huihara chuckled, "Buy soy sauce and pass by."

"I'll come out to help Sister Lan buy cleaning supplies," Conan said irritably, "Uncle, what's wrong with you, are you racing here?"

"Ah, that..." Maori said nothing.

At this time, a fifty or sixty-year-old aunt ran in with a panic expression, "Boss, Mr. Yansan has an accident, come on."

The shop owner stepped forward, "Mr. Kinmaru? What happened?"

"Ha, isn't the matter here?" Mouri crossed the shop owner, "Hello, I am the detective Kogoro Mouri. What can I do for you?"

Huihara chuckled at Conan, "Your family is really cunning."

Conan didn't speak because he noticed that the expression of the shopkeeper behind Maori suddenly became worried, just as Maori reported his name to his aunt.

The aunt said in a panic: "Ah, Mr. Maori, you want to testify for me. When I found out about Mr. Yansan, he fell on the ground as if he was out of breath. This has nothing to do with me."

Maori was surprised, "What? Where is the person?"

"It's in the opposite shop." The aunt pointed to the opposite financial house. ...

Jinmaru Office.

When everyone came over, they saw a bald old man lying head down in a pool of blood on the floor of the living room, motionless among the broken tiles.

The safe beside him is open, there are some documents in it, and some cash.

The broken porcelain piece looks like a lucky cat. There are many lucky cats on the shelf in the house, all holding their right paws.

There is an obvious emptiness, which must be the broken lucky cat on the ground.

"Don't move everyone." Maori stepped forward to check and confirmed that the man was dead, then called the Mumu Police Department and confirmed that the time was 1:35 pm.

Conan asked her aunt, the owner of the coffee shop is called Shi Shangbao, 35 years old.

Her name is Fumie Imaoka. She is 65 years old and is a part-time worker. She comes to clean once every Saturday. Today, as usual, she came in at 1:30 in the afternoon and found the body.

The deceased was Kenzo Kinmaru. He was 65 years old and was an elderly person with no relatives.

Housekeeping woman Fumie Imoka said: "Mr. Kenzo is the president of this firm. In fact, he is the only one in this firm. He is a high-yield debtor."

Huihara asked, "Then, collecting these lucky cats holding their right paws is his hobby."

Housekeeper Fumie Imoka waved her hand: "No, it's not his hobby, it's just his greed."

"Greedy?" Conan asked.

"It was collected for the greed for money," said the housekeeper Fumie Imoka. "As you can see, the people here are all lucky cats raising their right paws."

Huihara said, "I really didn't see the lucky cat holding his left paw at all."

"Why do you only collect lucky cats holding the right paw? I once felt strange, so I asked him," said the housekeeper Fumie Imoka. "He said that raising the left paw is to recruit people, while raising the right paw is for fortune. ."

Conan wondered: "Is there such a saying?"

"Who knows." Huihara said.

"He said, as long as you bring in money, don't hire people and waste tea money." Housekeeper Fumie Imoka said, "In short, I am a stingy and selfish greedy."

Hui Yuan said with a smile: "No one, where does the money come from."

Conan looked around and found nothing unusual, so he wanted to sneak into the president's office in the inner room.

"Be honest with me, don't run around on the spot." Maori grabbed Conan, threw him out, and threw him into the street.

After Conan landed on his ass, he screamed and got up, rubbing his buttocks, "hot..."

Huihara laughed. The temperature of the concrete floor was definitely over fifty degrees, perhaps over sixty degrees. It can be imagined that Conan's **** is hot red now, and it is probably the same as monkey butt. ...

Soon after, the Megumi Police Department arrived with Officer Takagi and the brigade.

"Police Department." Maori saluted.

"You, come out to move again." Mumu Police Department said weakly.

Maori smiled dryly: "That, by chance, it's completely coincidental."

The Mumu Police Department sighed, "Speaking of business, what's the matter?"

"That's it." Mori introduced the coffee shop owner Ishigami Yasu, housekeeper Fumie Imaoka, and the deceased Kanamaru Kenzo to the police department.

"So that's it." The Mumu Police Department nodded.

At this time, the forensic personnel sent a note, which read 12:30 noon, Murai Chika.

"The police department, this must mean that Chika Murai came to visit at 12:30 noon." Mouri said, "I think someone should be found."

"That," said the store owner Ishigamibo, "I have seen a stylish and beautiful lady who entered this office at about 12:30, and then hurriedly left at about 12:40. Up."

Maori said, "Police Department, it was 1:35 in the afternoon when we found Kenzo Kinmaru."

"His death time should be more than one hour, just covering Murai Chika's visit time."

"Ten minutes, enough time to commit crimes."

"Ah," the forensic officer corrected, "Due to the weather, the time of death of the deceased is preliminarily determined to be between 11:30 noon and about 1:30 pm."

The Megome Police Department asked, "Mr. Ishigami, are you sure you saw the time?"

The shop owner Ishigami said, "Yes, my coffee shop is just across the street, so I can see it."

The Megumi Police Department ordered: "Okay, Takagi, you take Mr. Ishigami back and draw Murai Chika's portrait."

"That," said the housekeeper Fumie Imoka, "if it is a borrower, Mr. Kenzo might have a photo here, but the things are in the safe."

Therefore, the forensic officers went to get the loan documents and let Ishigamibao identify them.

Then, I found the loan documents of Fumie Imoka.

Maori pondered: "Memo Police Department, the first person to find the body, is often a criminal."

"Don't talk nonsense," the housekeeper Fumie Imoka exclaimed, "I do have a loan, but it's only 300,000 yen."

"And we have an agreement, I will help him clean once a week to waive my interest."

"By the end of the year, I will be able to pay off the money. What motive do I have to kill him!"

Maori was yelled and sweated profusely, "Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm just suspicious, suspicious~www.readwn.com~ Conan said irritably: "Uncle, the loan receipt, this is what she said on her own initiative, if she kills , She wouldn't say it. "

"It's just suspicion," Maori was very dissatisfied with Conan's dismantling. "Everyone who has been in this room is the object of suspicion."

At this time, the owner of the coffee shop Ishigami found out Murai Chika's loan receipt with a photo of a beautiful young lady.

Officer Takagi took photos with his mobile phone and sent them back to the headquarters and explained the situation.

Soon after, news came that a woman named Chika Murai surrendered to the airport police at the Haneda Airport and is now on her way back to the headquarters.

The Megumi Police Department immediately asked Officer Takagi to meet the people, and then said to Maori: "It seems that the murderer is undoubtedly Ms. Murai."

Maori nodded and said, "It's really dangerous. She must want to escape the country. Fortunately, she finally found out her conscience."

Conan frowned. Is this really the case? ...