AWB Chapter 804: The Mysterious Young Master of Teidan Primary School
Chapter 804: The Mysterious Young Master of Teidan Primary School
Chapter 804: The Mysterious Young Master of Teidan Primary School
The brave or slow-running children stuck their heads out of the teaching building and stared in amazement at the helicopter on the playground and Conan standing beside it.
At the same age, when they were still throwing sandbags at each other on the playground, this guy was throwing helicopters on the playground.
Conan stood up, checked himself to see if he was unharmed, then looked up at the helicopter lying on its side on the football leather. The tail of the plane was on fire, and it was only a matter of time before the fuel tank would be burned. He had to rescue the people inside quickly.
Bang! !
Snapped! !
Crack! ! !
The window on the side facing the sky was forcefully opened by Martin, who climbed out first. Then Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Megure worked together to carry Hiroki Tsuji out.
Martin jumped down and found that the children on the playground were looking at them in surprise and suspicion, especially Conan.
Martin rolled his eyes and immediately clasped his hands in front of Conan, with a respectful attitude and a loud voice: "Young Master! You have arrived at school safely! You were delayed for two and a half hours due to the attack by the Yamaguchi-gumi and are late. Do you need us to explain to the teacher on your behalf?"
Martin suddenly had the idea to create a powerful young master character for Conan. He even thought about the scripts such as the return of the Dragon King and the emergence of the Dragon Lord.
The next time Conan encounters a case while he is at school, he will come directly to the school and shout to Conan, "The family is in trouble, please let the Dragon Lord come out!"
Conan: Xiaolan has already asked for leave for me, thank you... Whose young master has an African-American as his butler, and the butler wears a basketball vest?
……
The flames from the helicopter burned the fuel tank, and the plane turned into a fireball. At the same time, the children of Teitan Elementary School had no physical education classes this semester.
Conan did not become the "mysterious young master of Teitan Elementary School" as Martin wished, but only became the destroyer of Teitan Elementary School's physical education class. Especially for those students who rely on physical education classes to survive a day in school, Conan is now much more hateful in their eyes than the physical education teacher who is often sick. After all, after he smashed it, the physical education teacher suddenly became healthy and did not need to be sick this semester.
Without further ado, Hiroki Tsuji was quickly sent to the hospital by the police for examination, and it was determined that the cause of the accident was that the vitamin eye drops used by Hiroki Tsuji were replaced with mydriatics for the treatment of glaucoma. After using the mydriatics, Hiroki Tsuji's pupils dilated, lost the ability to adapt to light and darkness, and uncontrollably accepted more light, which led to his inability to see anything while driving.
As for the time to change the eye drops, the last time Hiroki Tsuji used eye drops was this morning before driving to the airport. Then the window glass of Hiroki Tsuji's house was broken by a stone. Hiroki Tsuji put the eye drops in the car, went upstairs to check, and then asked his family to replace the glass, and then returned to the car and set off for the airport.
It now seems that the murderer took advantage of that opportunity to replace the eye drops that Hiroki Tsuji had casually placed on the armrest with mydriatic agent.
"Damn it!" Maori Kogoro punched his right thigh fiercely: "I almost died!"
"Yeah!" Martin, who was standing by, punched his left thigh, "The order of killing was almost messed up!"
"Ouch!" Maori Kogoro jumped up, holding his left thigh and hopping on one foot: "Are you going to break my leg!?"
"To give your uncle a proper name."
"Hey!" Conan changed the subject: "The criminal is so lucky. If Uncle Hiroki Tsuji hadn't left the eye drops in the car when he went upstairs, how could the criminal's plan be implemented?"
However, on the plane, Conan also saw Hiroki Tsuji put the eye drops on the table beside him after using them, which was the same position as on the top of the armrest box in the car, which means that there is a pattern in this regard.
But this pattern is definitely not something that Murakami Jō, who had just been released from prison for half a month, could discover, so the criminal should be selected from among Hiroki Tsuji's acquaintances, or at least someone who knows Hiroki Tsuji's habit.
Conan said this in order to enlighten Kogoro Mori or Inspector Megure and make them realize that the criminal was not Murakami Jyou.
"I know how to do this." It was Martin who spoke up: "Pour canned herring soup into the air-conditioning intake, stuff steel wool into the exhaust pipe, and apply glue to the wiper nozzle."
Maori Kogoro glanced at Martin fearfully and said, "Fortunately, I didn't buy a car."
Kogoro Mori never bought a car. When he needed a car, he just rented it. Moreover, the rented cars were often blown up or burned, and some even died before they fell into Martin's hands.
Inspector Megure changed the topic again: "Also, the police found a playing card, the 10 of spades, in Hiroki Tsuji's garage."
"Now the criminal has even skipped the use of cardboard props to hint at things, and has made it clear that he kills people in numerical order." Inspector Megure pulled Maori Kogoro and asked anxiously, "Quick! Think carefully! Do you know anyone with the number nine in their name?"
"Emm..." Kogoro Mouri tried for a long time but couldn't come up with a name.
Martin was helping to think: "Is there someone called Jiujiu Yuankang?"
Conan: "He's dead."
Martin: "Is his family's surname also Jiujiu? Or has his wife remarried with the child?"
Conan: "That case was not solved by my uncle. (They don't know each other)"
Martin: "What about Kujo Reiko?"
Maori Kogoro: "Kujo...who is it?"
Inspector Megure, who had just become nervous, breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that Kogoro Mouri didn't know her.
Martin didn't quite believe it. "According to Xiaolan, Uncle would secretly look up news reports about every lawsuit Aunt had in the middle of the night. Aunt's important competitor shouldn't have been paying attention to him, right? Besides, he's very good-looking, right?"
"Why do you tell everything to others, Xiaolan..." Maori Kogoro's face turned red, and he scratched his cheek with his index finger, and continued embarrassedly: "I know her but she doesn't know me, so it can't be considered as knowing her, right? Boy, do you know anyone with the word nine in it?"
Martin: "Emm...I know a ⑨."
Maori Kogoro: “?”
Inspector Megure: "Then what name can be extracted from Nine?"
Compared with Chinese characters that can be decomposed into ten, there are much fewer Chinese characters that contain the number nine, and most of them are unlikely to appear in names, such as the "旮旯" in "犄角旮旯".
Martin: "Kawajiri Hirosaku? Red-butted horse monkey?" Maori Kogoro: "Who are these?"
After trying for a long time to come up with no name containing the number nine, Maori Kogoro suddenly had an idea: "But if you're talking about someone with the number eight, I can think of one!"
Martin: "If I change my jersey number from 24 to 8, does that count as having the number eight in it?"
Maori Kogoro dead fish eyes: "Then you can just change to a No. 9 jersey. If the criminal doesn't kill you, you can change to No. 8."
"Uncle, you don't understand this. There is a story behind it." Martin shook his finger: "In the past, the jersey was number 8, which represented hard training and eight hours of sleep a day. Later, the jersey was changed to number 8, which represented 24 hours of sleep a day."
Maori Kogoro: "Wasn't he falling asleep?"
……
"This is Sawaki Kouhei, the industry's leading wine taster. We are old acquaintances."
At Sawaki Kohei's house, Kogoro Mori introduced the man opposite to Inspector Megure. The owner here, Sawaki Kohei, works as a sommelier at the French restaurant "La Fleur" in Tokyo.
"Mori, you're exaggerating." Sawaki Kouhei was still being modest, looking curiously at the three people and a child who came with Mori Kogoro. He knew of Conan's existence, but he had never seen the other three.
At least, not on the surface.
Kogoro Mori first talked about how Murakami Joe intended to take revenge on him and killed people in numerical order, and then introduced Inspector Megure and Officer Shiratori.
When it was Martin's turn, Martin spoke up himself: "Hello, Old Eight, my name is Martin, I'm most likely Old Four, and the one over there is most likely Old Three."
Martin pointed at Shiratori Renzaburo as he spoke. Although the character "Lan" in Xiaolan's name can also be split into "three", Shiratori is a ready-made "three", which may better meet the prisoner's requirements.
"Old Eight..." Zemu Gongping was unaware of the malice behind this name, and just analyzed it in a serious manner: "I see, the reason why you came to me is because my character 'Gong' contains 'Eight'. It is very likely that you are the sixth target of Murakami Jō, right?"
Martin smiled without saying anything, and gently pressed the trembling Poké Ball on his waist with his lowered hand... Rabbit was just about to jump out to fight, and it was obvious that it had a strong impression of Zemu Kouhei's aura, and it was hatred.
It seems that the only person who can make Rabbit hate him so much through the Poké Ball is the one who almost shot Martin with a crossbow this morning.
In other words, Tuji thinks that Zemu Kouhei is the criminal.
Martin looked at Sawaki Kouhei carefully. Although he did not feel that Sawaki Kouhei had any "similar temperament" to the criminal wearing a motorcycle helmet, if he looked closely at their body shapes, he found that their shoulder width, weight and other body contours were indeed very similar.
Martin stopped Tuji from jumping out and attacking the other party, while Sawaki Kohei was giving advice to Maori Kogoro: "Maori, I don't know if you have heard of Asahi Katsuyoshi. He is an entrepreneur with a lot of capital in the wine industry."
"Asahi Katsuyoshi..." Maori Kogoro recalled for a moment and said, "I seem to remember this person. Oh, he asked me to find his lost dog!"
Inspector Megure and Officer Shiratori have already realized the problem: "The character Asahi in Asahi Katsuyoshi... contains the number 'nine'!"
Since he was once Kogoro Mori's client, he is likely to be the criminal's next target!
"But I was just asked to find his dog. I don't have any relationship with him, right?" Maori Kogoro knew that if he saw Asahi Katsuyoshi on the street one day, he would definitely not recognize him. He thought that Asahi Katsuyoshi would feel the same way when he saw him.
"Even Mr. Hiroki Tsuji, who you only met once, was chosen as a target by the criminal. Doesn't that mean the client is closer to you than Mr. Hiroki Tsuji?" Inspector Megure reminded him, "Before you think of a more likely target, we must pay close attention to Asahi Katsuyoshi's safety."
"That's true..." Maori Kogoro nodded, but he didn't have Asahi Katsuyoshi's contact information at all. He looked up at Sawaki Kohei and said, "Since you mentioned Asahi Katsuyoshi, do you have any news about him?"
Zemu Gongping nodded: "Xu Shengyi invested in building an underwater restaurant called Ocean Crystal Hall, which is about to start trial operation. He invited me to manage the red wine and a bar there. Tomorrow he also invited some franchisees to do a pre-opening inspection together, so I thought of him..."
While Zemu Gonghe was explaining the background of the story, Martin took out his cell phone and sent a message directly to Conan: {The criminal is him, what should I do if I have no evidence?}
Even if Conan has no way, Martin also plans to elbow Sawaki Kouhei so that he doesn't have to go to the Ocean Restaurant to perform Xiaolan's easy dissolution in water.
Conan: {You mean Mr. Sawaki is the criminal? Are you sure?}
Didn’t this guy stop reading the script?
Martin: {Sure.}
Rabbit may make a wrong judgment, but Martin believes in Rabbit, which is a different matter. Besides, Martin has another way to verify it.
Martin: {The only expression he gave me was "trying his best to pretend he's never seen me before". Even if he didn't think I was a big shot, he should have wondered when his uncle first met an African American.}
Conan thought carefully and decided that no matter what Martin's basis was, Sawaki Kouhei was indeed suspected of being the criminal. Because he was an old acquaintance of Maori Kogoro and Kisaki Eri, he should have a general understanding of Maori Kogoro's interpersonal relationships, such as the existence of Inspector Megure and Dr. Agasa, and he might also know the chocolate that Kisaki Eri liked.
Conan: {Then you attract attention and delay the time, I will go find evidence.}
As long as Zemu Kouhei is the criminal and his criminal plan has not been terminated, he must still have the murder weapon or other things that can be used as evidence, and the possibility is that he has hidden them at home.
Martin put away his phone and stood up: "Can I inspect Lao Ba's Che Shuoer?"
Zemu Gongping was stunned for a moment, then he understood something: "You mean you want to go to the bathroom? Turn left at the entrance, and then go to the end of the corridor."
If you want to borrow the toilet, just say "I want to borrow the toilet". Do you have to use the word "inspection"?
Martin stood up and took two steps, then hesitated and turned back: "Where are we going? Lao Ba, can you take me there?"
Why is this black man so troublesome? Zemu Gongping thought as he stood up and took Martin to the bathroom.
As soon as the two left, Conan immediately jumped down from the study and, under the watchful eyes of Kogoro Mori, Megure and Shiratori, ran straight into Sawaki Kohei's study to look for evidence.
bathroom……
"This is it." Zemu Gongping opened the door of his bathroom and said, "Mr. Martin, please do as you please..."
Although it was not the same time, nor the same place, and certainly not the same Che Shuoer, Lao Da Martin stood behind Ze Mu Gongping, raised his dark arm with red eyes.
"My elbow!" Zemu Gongping, who was standing at the bathroom door, was elbowed into the bathroom. Before he could react, Martin elbowed him again. He raised his arms and elbowed left and right - no, he elbowed left and right.
My elbow! My elbow! My elbow, elbow, elbow!
(End of this chapter)