No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

"Hey, Kuaidou, do you want to come over and play mahjong later? Well, it's just like poker, it's a pastime. Well, it doesn't matter, I can teach you."

"Brother Qiaoqiao, I'll come right over."

In less than 3 minutes, Kaito Kuroba climbed over the courtyard wall and knocked on the door.

His housekeeper Terai Huangnosuke was much slower.

After all, I am over 60 years old, and the injury on my waist has not healed.

Even if it is to take a ladder, the range of motion is not too large.

In the future, I will be a driver at most.

Kuroba Kuito will never allow the old housekeeper to do high-risk work again.

After finishing the dishes, Suzuki Qiaoqiao put the mahjong box on the table and explained the relevant rules.

"Do you understand? You can play a circle first and practice your hands."

"Well, I understand, Qiaoqiao brother, let's start!"

Haibara Ai and Kuroba Kaito are playing mahjong for the first time.

Suzuki Takahashi and Dr. A Li have played before, and they have some basics.

The first four laps were basically the two of them winning.

Such skills as staring at home, facing home, and eating home, Haihara Ai has no concept at all.

Blindly combining cards, it is easy to make an oolong.

After sixteen rounds, Suzuki Qiaoqiao suggested:

"Playing mahjong, it's boring if you don't play for money. Let's play it a little bit smaller. It costs 500 yuan, and there is no ceiling."

Kuroba Kaito is a rich second generation, not bad for money.

Dr. Li has some small savings, and it's not bad.

Haiyuan Ai wrote academic papers, earning a lot of manuscript fees, and there is enough surplus.

Besides, she and Suzuki Qiaoqiao are lovers, and it doesn't matter who has the money.

After such a total, everyone agreed immediately.

……

Mouri Kogoro shook his head, having no clue about this:

"As far as I know, that burly guy was killed last time. Now how can I find him with just an email video?"

The three clients looked at each other and provided as much information as possible:

"I think he should be renting in which hotel now."

"However, in order to ensure the privacy of customers, the hotel will not tell us who is staying."

"Yeah, besides, Mr. Itakura is likely to register under a false name. Even if we ask the police, we still can't trace it."

Mouri Kogoro frowned slightly and asked again:

"Do you know what he is missing this time?"

"There should be a laptop, and a few bags of disks, so we assumed he was in a restaurant."

Seeing that his uncle was helpless, Conan's expression suddenly flickered:

"Sister Xiaolan, I want to eat Tianjin rice, beef soup and sashimi tonight!"

"There are Chinese food, Western food and Japanese food. Three different dishes, what do you want me to do?"

Mouri Kogoro was prompted and stared at the video in the email.

In addition to Mr. Itakura, there are shogi, go and chess at the same time.

The three types of chess are placed together, which is particularly abrupt.

In an instant, he seemed to grasp the signs, and Mao Saidun said:

"I understand!"

Kogoro Mori turned to the yellow pages to find the phone numbers of all star-rated hotels in Tokyo.

With a background and savings like Taku Itakura's, he wouldn't live in a cheap hotel.

After calling the front desk of the hotel, he cursed loudly:

"What's the matter with you, the landline can't get through, I still use my mobile phone to call and ask."

The front desk clerk was dumbfounded and politely apologized.

Even if there is resentment, he will maintain a certain professional quality:

"Excuse me, but which room are you in?"

"I borrowed Go, chess and shogi from you before, do you still have any impressions?"

"Hold on."

After inquiring, the lady at the front desk replied:

"Excuse me, sir, we have not lent these things."

"Forget it, I'll handle it myself."

Mouri Kogoro hung up the phone with a snap, soon.

Then he picked up a pen and crossed out the name of the restaurant.

Using this method, Mr. Itakura's position can be efficiently screened.

Basically, you can lock the target by calling the hotel phone once.

Upon seeing this, the client gave him a thumbs up:

"Famous detective, it really lives up to its reputation."

Mouri Kogoro was a little fluttering, his nose was about to rise to the sky:

"Hahaha, just be optimistic, I will definitely find Mr. Itakura!"

Conan frowned, his face solemn.

If game engineer Itakura Taku, it really has something to do with tequila.

So is he a collaborator with the Black Organization, or is he inside the Black Organization?

There is too little information now, and the specific situation can only be told in person.

Suddenly, Conan sniffed and asked:

"Miss Xiaolan, are you cooking something?"

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"Blurred."

"Bullshit."

Hai Yuanai revealed his trump card and smiled:

"All in all, twelve."

From the fifth lap, her luck became particularly good.

Not only is the Hu card fast, but the fan count is also high.

Gradually, Suzuki Qiaoqiao's face became unbearable.

The money won in the first few laps was all lost.

He is a man who teaches mahjong, and the person who plays it for the first time wins money directly.

"Xiao Ai, you are lucky too."

"I didn't rely on luck." Huiyuan smiled sadly and raised his hand to point to the temple: "It's here."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao swallowed and shrank his neck back.

Is it related to IQ?

Chapter 290 I'm about to pee!

Mouri Kogoro took his mobile phone and was calling the front desks of all star-rated hotels in Tokyo in turn:

"What's the matter with your hotel? The landline phone suddenly can't get through, so I have to use my personal mobile phone to call you!"

"Excuse me sir, which room are you a client of?"

"I am the customer who borrowed chess, Go and shogi from you before."

"Hey, are you Mr. Itakura from Room 2004?"

Hearing the room number announced by the front desk, Kogoro Mouri was overjoyed:

"Ah, ah, yes, I'm room 2004."

"Okay, Mr. Itakura, then I call it home repair work."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it turns out that the phone line is loose, no wonder it can't be used, then it's fine."

After a long time of trying, I finally got the address of Itakura Taku.

Mouri Kogoro hung up the phone and snapped his fingers:

"Come on, Room 2004 of the Rice Flower Hotel."

Ryusuke Soma drove the crowd to their destination.

Mouri Kogoro was sitting in the co-pilot's seat. Seeing Xiaolan and Conan sitting in the back row, he complained:

"Why are you two here, it will only cause trouble for me."

Mao Lilan pouted, a little aggrieved:

"It was Conan who said he had to come."