Detective Conan: The Grey Winged Angel

　　 August 11, Saturday, evening, Maori House.

　　 Maori and Conan came back with a meal, but the one who greeted them was very dissatisfied Ran. She stood at the entrance and looked at the big and small outside the door with arms folded.

　　 "One is that people slip away before the cleaning has started, and the other is that they will not come back if the cleaning is not completed."

　　 "Events, events, events, endless events."

　　 Lan said, thinking of the Kudo Shinichi who was completely lost for the sake of the incident, and immediately squeezed his fists.

　　 Maori and Conan sweated profusely, and the pressure was really great. They couldn't help but scratch their heads and laugh together to ease the atmosphere.

　　 The two of them were thinking about how to explain each other, Lan Rang cleared the way and went back, "We will continue cleaning tomorrow, you two, if anyone dares not to participate, hum..."

　　 Maori and Conan entered the door speechlessly, taking time to observe themselves for three seconds tomorrow. ...

　　 The next day, August 12, Sunday, morning, Maori detective agency.

　　 Conan was appointed by Lan as a caretaker to take care of Maori and not let him slip away.

　　 Conan was sitting on the sofa, looking at Maori with his cheeks, and watching Maori sitting at the desk drawing.

　　 Although I am very curious about what Maori is painting, Conan didn't go to see it either. I believe I can always see it.

　　 A moment later, Maori showed his children's drawings, saying that the children may be taller, and the children's drawing is better than this.

　　 Conan barely recognized that Maori drew a lucky cat with a chubby body holding, uh, two paws? what is this? Garfield?

　　 Maori asked, "Hey, boy, have you ever seen such a lucky cat?"

　　 Conan thought about it, "No."

　　 "That's it," Maori pondered, "I saw it yesterday. There seems to be no such lucky cat on the market."

　　 Conan couldn't help asking: "Why are both paws upright?"

　　 Maori said triumphantly: "Isn't that what you don't understand? One paw invites fortune, and the other invites people. This is a win for people and money."

　　 Conan was taken aback for a moment, fell on the sofa, clutching his belly and laughing, "Ha..."

　　 Maori was annoyed, "What's so funny, kid!"

　　 Lan ran out, "What's wrong, this is?"

　　 Maori said contentedly: "Lan, look, this is the lucky cat that I invented. Wait for me to apply for the appearance patent..."

　　 Conan burst into laughter suddenly, and Maori thought too quickly, right?

　　 Lan was also dumbfounded, she didn't know if she should be angry, or she should laugh, "Dad, both paws are raised, isn't that just surrendering? Who wants that kind of worry!"

　　 "Huh?" Maori extruded Xiaodou's eyes and opened his mouth wide, stupid.

　　 Lan couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, don't think about the mess, come and work."

　　 "Oh, oh." Maori was so embarrassed that he crumpled his invention patent drawings into a ball, and then watched Conan lay on the sofa and rubbed his stomach with a smile before he made a shot.

　　The shooting goal is naturally Conan's open mouth.

　　Unfortunately, I missed, but the ball of paper happened to hit Conan’s nose, making Conan so sore that he couldn’t laugh, and it was considered to have achieved the goal.

　　 Conan rubbed his nose, and went to work honestly, letting Maori take advantage of it, so that Maori would not be so angry that he would beat him up. ...

　　 In the afternoon, Ginza, Jade Pond Pavilion.

　　 Mr. Takei invited Yano Kenji to treat him and his investment team.

　　 On August 9th, Faguo BNP Paribas broke out in a credit crisis due to the problem of subprime mortgages, which caused huge fluctuations in the global market.

　　 is one day, from Europe to the Americas and then to Asia, the world’s major markets rounded rounds, earning him hundreds of millions of dollars.

　　 Wine and dishes are the most upscale. Everyone has the most upscale beauties. One afternoon and one night, it costs hundreds of millions of yen, but relatively speaking, there is no one percent. ...

　　 At night, Mei Dai Restaurant.

　　 The three Oda girls happily came to the last day of internship. The reason they were so happy was because they cheekily ordered today’s supper last night, the fifth-grade and twelfth-grade beef sashimi dinner, looking forward to it.

　　 The three Oda women and the Miyamoto couple, Yamazaki and Mi Daiko, and the three sisters of Tarhan, Eisuke Hondō, have all greeted them and changed their clothes.

　　 finally stayed up late at night, and entered the midnight snack time.

　　Chilled beef sashimi, beef slices thinner than paper, under the action of ice, they didn't soften, and the pieces were pieced together into snowflakes. When you look at it, you feel really cool and refreshing!

　　 Eating in the mouth, the mouth melts, the delicious coolness falls from the mouth to the belly, and then spreads to the whole body, cooling and relieving heat, refreshing!

　　 Grade 5 and Grade 12 beef is difficult to buy, let alone a large amount, but today I have prepared a lot, enough to let everyone open their belly and eat until they are full, cool!

　　 As for whether the stomach and intestines can bear it, whether it will have diarrhea, that is a future thing, I don’t think about it now.

　　 What I think about now is, start eating, eat hard! ...

　　 Monday, August 13, morning, at the Maori Detective Agency.

　　 Yamazaki and Hondō Eisuke come to work and continue to sort out the previous events.

　　 Maori said, "By the way, I ran into another incident two days ago, the Lucky Cat incident, please record it."

　　 Regarding Maori did not notify them to participate in the lucky cat incident, the two protested, hoping Maori could improve next time.

　　 Maori agreed. As for whether he can remember it, God knows. ...

　　 August 14, Tuesday, afternoon, Maori Detective Agency.

　　 Ran went to Sonoko’s house, Conan went to Dr. Aka’s house, Yamazaki and Hondō Eisuke were sorting out reports on the lucky cat incident, chatting and sorting out.

　　 At this time, the Maori who went out to play rushed back. It didn't look like the dejected person who had lost everything, but the kind of happy business.

　　 Maori said, "You two, clean up this place, and a client will come later."

　　 "What is the incident?" Hondō Eiyu asked quickly.

　　 "Idiot," Maori said irritably, "How do I know that, the client didn't say it on the phone."

　　 Hondō Eiyu shrank her neck awkwardly, but she didn't expect that, no, it should have been she didn't think so much.

　　 "Yamazaki, remember to prepare a drink."

"Ok."

　　Mouri put it down and went to the dressing room to tidy up, and Yamazaki went to boil water to make coffee.

　　 After ten minutes, everything was ready and the client arrived.

　　A beautiful lady in her thirties who claims to be the editor of the magazine Harue Anabuki.

　　 Yamazaki offered coffee, and then stood aside with Eisuke Hondō.

"On behalf of mystery novelist Teacher Yigui Zhukou, I would like to extend an invitation to you, Mr. Mao Li," the editor Qingrong asked. "Mr. Zhukou hopes to meet with you this weekend to discuss some reasoning under the interview of a reporter from Art Times magazine. What do you think of Mr. Maori?"

　　 "Magazine reporter?" Maori was immediately happy, "No problem, no problem at all, I promised."

　　 Haruyoshi editor said: "Mr. Mori, I want to make it clear first. This meeting will start on Friday night, when Mr. Zhuguchi will send someone to pick you up to his Okutama villa."

　　 "This meeting not only requires you to cooperate with Teacher Zhukou, but it is also unpaid. However, Teacher Zhukou will arrange for you and your two assistants to stay in his villa from Friday night to Saturday."

　　 Maori nodded and said, "Yes, no problem."

　　 Haruong editor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found a famous detective who didn't need to pay for appearances and was willing to cooperate.

　　 Haruei editor said some details, including the content of the discussion, as well as the participating media figures-reporter Dejima Kakuharu and photographer Tarumizu, and then left.

　　 After giving away the people, Maori was very happy. Recently, the office has no business at all. This time, it would be like advertising.

　　 Hondō Eiyu asked incomprehensibly: "I don't have any uncle, why are you happy to drive?"

　　 Maori blushed immediately and shyly, he simply put aside his words, let the two of them clean up the room, he slipped away first.

　　 Hondō Eisuke turned his head to look at Yamazaki, Yamazaki shrugged and said nothing.

　　 It can’t be said that the maintenance of the Maori detective agency, as well as the monthly pocket money of Maori, is completely derived from his internship fee.

　　 Hondō Eiyu scratched his head, "By the way, maybe the uncle is a fan of Yikoku Ikiko, so he is so happy."

　　 Yamazaki did not answer. If Maori meets Yoshiki Zhuguchi, he will definitely pretend to be a fan. ...

　　 August 17th, Friday, evening, Maori detective office.

　　 Mystery novelist Yoshiki Moriguchi’s car arrived, and Yamazaki and Hondō Eisuke followed Mori into the car.

　　 Conan looked upstairs and yawned. He was completely uninterested in the boring things of interviews.

　　 is a little excited about staying at home with Lan, this is a rare two-person world. ...

　　At night, Okutama, Morokuchi Masaki's villa.

　　 Mori, Yamazaki, and Eisuke Hondō got out of the car, and met Yokochi Yoki, the owner of the villa, a fat man about fifty years old.

He greeted him at the door, accompanied by editor Qingrong, as well as the interview reporter Kakuharu Dejima and photographer Tarumizu that she said. One of them was holding a palm-sized portable tape recorder and the other was holding a camera. Very recognizable.

　　 "Ah, Mr. Mori, I'm sorry that I didn't pick you up in person." Yoshiki Moguchi waved his hand, and as his hand swayed, Mori couldn't open his eyes.

　　 There is a shining ring on the finger of Yoshiki Morokuguchi, which shone dazzlingly under the light.

　　 "Ah, I'm sorry." Michiguchi noticed the problem, put down his hand, and then proudly showed the ring on his finger to Maori.

　　 It is a diamond ring with many diamonds, but each one is very small.

　　 Maori praised: "Wow, what a beautiful ring, and the number of gems is amazing. Are all diamonds? This is the first time I have seen such a ring."

　　 Yoshiki Zhuguchi smiled triumphantly: "As expected, I am a Maori detective, I can recognize it at a glance."

　　 "You are right, this is all diamonds."

　　 "This ring is to commemorate the 100th book after becoming famous, and the custom-made ring is engraved with 100 on the back."

"Look."

　　 Yamazaki was speechless. In all likelihood, this man deliberately used the ring to flash his eyes to bring the topic to this diamond ring, hoping to get a surprise praise from the Maori. It was really nasty and interesting.

　　Mokuguchi Yaki reversed his hand to reveal the inside of the diamond ring with the number 100 engraved on it.

　　 "When it was made to order, it was set with 100 diamonds, but if this were the case, the ring would be as big as a tailor's thimble, so it was opposed."

　　 Maori smiled, "It is true."

　　 Qingrong editor hit the field, "Teacher, Mr. Maori came from afar..."

　　 "Yes, Mr. Mori, please come in." Yoshiki Zhuguchi invited. ...