In a slightly depressed courtyard, a man was dancing a sword. He couldn't see clearly but seemed to be a young man.

After a while, an old man with a tiger-backed back and waist came, but he still couldn't see clearly. He was hunched over and saw a young man dancing with his sword. He scolded dissatisfiedly: "If you don't study hard, what's the use of dancing swords? How can you fight bravely with others?"

The young man threw the sword on the ground casually, left angrily, muttering: "Dance of swords is useless, it's useless to make a sword!"

In a daze, the picture turned around, and the old man threw a sword that was not very harmonious on the table. "The Han sword is seventeen inches and nine out of ten points, and your foot is more than twenty inches. What the hell is it?"

The young man curled his lips, "I am tall and my arms are long, but my sword is not long at all uncomfortable."

"Damn it!" The old man blew his beard and glared, picked up a forged hammer, and smashed the "long sword" in half with one hammer.

The picture changed again, and the young man seemed to have become an uncle and did not see the old man.

The uncle stood in front of the stove and threw the mess of ore powder into the stove. He looked very angry. He threw the ore powder regardless of the measurement.

The uncle made a random filling and fire randomly. He did nothing and did nothing, and did not notice that there was an air pressure gauge on the stove, and the pointer on the air pressure gauge had pointed into the red area.

He stepped on the bellows again, and the uncle grabbed a handful of silver metal particles and threw them in without looking at them.

Collapse! The stove suddenly exploded, and the uncle finally panicked in a sea of ​​fire.

Dingling! Dinglingling!

Whose phone rang? The uncle was so upset that he hoped that the best call was the firefighter.

Dingling! Dinglingling!

"Damn it! Who is it! Ah!" Mizumatsu woke up from his dream and then fell under the bed.

"This number...is Taichuan from the Civil Affairs Department?" He picked up the phone and Mizumatsu frowned.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me, Taichuan fifty miles."

"Fifty miles, I'm on vacation today."

"Are you sure? Maybe there is news here that you can owe me favors."

"If you have a lot, say it..." Mizumatsu was so angry that she woke up.

"Detective! And it's the one you are most familiar with."

"Mori Kogoro!" Mizumatsu's eyebrows were twisted together, "His family thief?" Will you call the hospital later and remind them to accept someone who was seriously injured by a football, or was crippled by karate, and was knocked out by judo.

"That's not." Taichuan interrupted Mizumatsu's random thoughts and replied: "I just received a civil report. A family may have been thieves. Although the things were not lost, the eldest son was knocked unconscious with a guqin."

"When I arrived at the scene, I found Kogoro Mouri at his house at the scene, but they didn't seem to know Kogoro Mouri's identity, and just regarded him as an ordinary guest."

"Is Kogoro Maori the only one? Or is his family there too?" Mizumatsu continued.

"The family is here, his daughter and that little boy."

"Interesting..." Mizumatsu felt that the incident that made Kogoro Mouri "subtle" investigate must have hidden information, and an incident occurred, so this matter must not be simple.

Mizumatsu forgot one thing: the fact that Kogoro Mouri concealed his identity and investigated was more of his old business: investigating affair and extramarital affairs.

I couldn't help but yawn, and Mizumatsu analyzed and said, "There is no reason for me to take action now. Please help me keep an eye on it. Be careful, the chances of Maori's family being at the murder scene are too high."

"I understand..." After saying that, Taichuan hung up the phone fifty miles.

Shui Jianyue pinched her eyebrows and looked at the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and something was going to disturb her dreams.

By the way, what did you dream about just now? I can't remember it, it seems that it's not a good dream, so I don't care.

And on the other side of the story, Conan was lying around.

I always feel uncomfortable seeing the policeman not seeing Mizumatsu, especially in Tokyo's territory, but I can't investigate the case with peace of mind. I always feel that it won't take long to jump out and kick him out of the door.

"Conan! You are running around again!" Xiaolan, who found Conan, criticized, and then sat in the living room with Conan, not allowing Conan to take a step around.

Conan was also wronged. In the past, he was just looking for evidence, but this time he was looking for that guy Mizumatsu, but he didn't look at the crime scene carefully. It was not worth it, not worth it.

Therefore, based on the above reasons, we have concluded that this guy Mizumatsu is a great harm! Whether you are present or not is a disaster!

"Hmph, this kid is afraid that he is bullied by Mizuma, so be careful everywhere." Uncle Maori saw Conan's problem at a glance. He gloated and took the opportunity to pretend to be in front of his daughter and said to Conan: "Don't worry, little kid, this incident will not attract people from the Criminal Department at this time, and that guy Mizuma will not come."

But I can't say whether the policeman who came told the Mizuma boy about this.

Uncle Maori said this in his heart, basically analyzing 99% of what has happened.

While annoyed that he hadn't remembered this, Conan pretended to be young and asked Uncle Maori: "Don't you go and take a look? If a famous detective came out, this theft case must be easily solved!" Conan himself could not solve the case, so he began to encourage Kogoro Mori to solve the case.

"Boy, where did the theft case come from? It was just something this family made by themselves."

"Ah? Why is this?" Xiaolan asked curiously, while Conan just curled his lips secretly and disdainfully.

"After we brought that music box during the day, they mentioned that "Spring is Coming" is the favorite song of the deceased old lady."

"The guqin that smashed the eldest son's hunch was from the old lady. The eldest son stayed alone in the room where the piano was playing without turning on the lights. It was obviously looking for the guqin. No matter what the fundamental purpose was, the person who smashed the eldest son with the guqin obviously did not want the guqin or even everyone else to touch the guqin."

"But this also shows that there is actually nothing that the eldest son is looking for in Gukoto," Kogoro Mori pointed to the music box on the table and concluded: "So as long as the answer to the music box is solved, this farce will be over."

"Wow! So awesome Dad!" Xiaolan admired Uncle Maori for a rare moment.

Conan didn't accept it at first, thinking that he had known these simple things long ago. With in-depth analysis, Conan was a little bit serious and began to admire the old man's spicy taste.
Chapter completed!