No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Seeing everyone gathered, Conan quickly changed the subject:

"Uncle, you are so treacherous. You want to eat delicious food in a restaurant by yourself after you finish your business, right?"

It is said that Tong Yan has no scruples, and everyone else in the car laughed after hearing it.

"As long as the Maori detective can help us find Mr. Itakura Taku, I can treat you to something delicious."

Half an hour later, the car came to the Rice Flower Hotel.

Seeing their disagreement, Kogoro Mouri asked:

"By the way, aren't the three of you competitors? Why did you all find me here?"

Each of the three principals explained:

"After we received Mr. Itakura's email, we determined that he accepted invitations from three companies at the same time. So after we communicated with each other, we decided to come out to meet and prepare to talk to him about it."

"Hey, I proposed to contact Mr. Maori, but I am."

"When you boasted about Haikou, you wanted to find Mr. Suzuki from the Metropolitan Police Department, and said that it was related to him. As a result, after contacting him for a long time, he didn't even see himself, so he closed the door. It was not me who finally called Mr. Mori. "

When Maori Kogoro saw them copying, he didn't have the heart to persuade him to fight.

He walked into the hall, raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and let out a long sigh.

The TV series starring Miss Yoko is almost over.

Tomorrow I will only go to the fan forum to ask, someone should record it.

Damn, I won't be able to see Yoko's youthful and beautiful face tonight, I'm afraid it's not fragrant to dream.

Suddenly, the yin and yang of Xubeck Road became strangely angry:

"Mr. Maori, you will be disgusted by people for bringing such a cheap and rotten watch."

"what?"

Naito Sadaping had a naïve smile on his face and explained:

"Because Mr. Itakura is very particular about watches, you see, we have all replaced them with more expensive watches."

Subeilu glanced at it and took the initiative to start a group to ridicule:

"Hey, are you two real watches? Why do I look so naive?"

"Of course it's true, this is a new watch I bought five days ago."

"You bastard, you're always belittling us. I see, you're buying fakes!"

"You are the counterfeit, and your whole family is a counterfeit!"

Maori Kogoro didn't bother to talk to them and entered the phone.

The three clients remained angry, but they still followed.

Everyone came to room 2004 and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

"Hey, are you out yet?"

Conan saw a hotel staff at the door of the next room.

His eyes flickered, and he ran over quickly:

"Uncle, uncle, we live here, but we forgot our room card. Can you open the door for us?"

The staff twitched the corners of their mouths and declined:

"This...isn't it good?"

Conan clenched his legs tightly and kept twisting his body:

"Uncle, hurry up, I'm about to pee!"

The staff immediately relaxed their vigilance when they saw that there were men, women, and children.

After opening the door, he left.

Everyone entered the room and saw Itakura Taku lying on the table.

Soma Ryusuke and Naito Sadapei stepped forward and patted each other's shoulders:

"Mr. Itakura, here we come."

"Haha, now you can't escape."

After a brief touch, Mr. Itakura Taku suddenly fell to the ground.

His mouth was overflowing with saliva, his body was stiff, and he seemed to have been dead for some time.

Mouri Kogoro was shocked and skillfully commanded:

"Xiao Lan, hurry up and call the police!"

……

"JOJO, do you know probability theory?"

The knowledge in books, Suzuki Qiaoqiao has long forgotten.

In the face of his girlfriend's question, he bite the bullet and replied:

"I know, what does this have to do with playing mahjong?"

"Because every time I draw a card, it's a random event. After I played four laps, I gradually combined probability theory with mahjong. There are 136 cards in this deck, and the probability of getting the card I want is about 3. % fluctuates around. I need to calculate how many cards are played in total, which cards may be in the hands of the other three, and which cards are left. With the greatest probability, to ensure the success rate of Hu cards.”

Suzuki Qiaoqiao picked up the water glass and took a sip to suppress his shock.

He understood what Hai Yuanai said.

This...this is counting cards!

The talented and beautiful girl scientist in front of her has a brain like a human computer.

Calculating how many mahjong tiles are left and how the probability of matching tiles is higher is simply a matter of pediatrics.

"Bullshit!"

Seeing the Huiyuan Ai Hu card, Suzuki Qiaoqiao had nothing to say.

Misstep, really misstep.

He picked up an unwanted card and played it out.

Kuroba Kaito followed and drew the cards and said with a smile:

"Brother Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, what a fool."

Back and forth, and eight more hits.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao didn't care about anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

They make cards and hand cards faster than themselves.

"Five, uh."

"Bar!"

Hai Yuanai's expression was half-smile, full of aura.

She stretched out her delicate little hand and touched the next card.

A good-end entertainment project, playing abruptly into a bloody feeling.

"Blooming on the bar, huh!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's face was not very good-looking, and he continued to draw cards.

In this way, you can only lose without winning, and there is no game experience at all.

"Chicken."

The next home, Kuroba Kaito draws a card and smiles very brightly:

"Hey, huh!"

I give you GIAO GIAO!

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stared at the card, and suddenly found clues:

"Wait a moment!"

He grabbed Kuroba Kuito's left hand with a serious expression:

"Xiao Ai just passed five points, where did you get these five points?"

Hei Yu was quick to cross his eyes and quickly covered the five:

"Ah, I must have read it wrong."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao reached out and turned over, but found that the original five-of-a-kind card had become [-].

After a few laps, I almost forgot.

Kuroba Kuidou is a top magician!

Grass (a plant)!

A human-shaped card counting computer, a master of the old thousand, I play Nima!

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was short of breath and his mind exploded.

The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted his thoughts:

"Morning Morning..."

Looking at the caller ID, it was the phone number of the Mumu Police Department.

Calling at this time, there must have been a murder.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao made a booing gesture and got up to answer the phone:

"Sir, what's the matter? Oh, okay, no problem, I'll pack up and come right over."

He hangs up the phone, just in time to end the game:

"Mr. Terai, come here. I have something to do temporarily, so I have to go out."