The most wrong thing that Mikako Sato, who lacks reason, did was to let Miyamoto Yumi know about this, which directly led to the next day when she went to work, even if she was slow, she knew from everyone's strange eyes. The police station knew about her and Shirato's blind date.

There was no time to blame Miyamoto Yumi. Mikako Sato had already seen Shiraki walking towards her, turned her head and pretended not to know him and passed by him.

"Mikako, I'm looking forward to Sunday's date." Things went against my wishes, Shirato took the initiative to call her.

"Call me Sato Police Department or Chief during working hours!" Sato Mikako gave Shirato a fierce look: "And you are not having a public holiday on weekends, aren't you?"

"You can go for leave, and you can go for work if you can't take leave." Shirago Renzabu said gently, with a smile that he thought was elegant on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph!" Sato Mikako resisted the urge to smash him with something and returned to her office, considering whether to hold Miyamoto Yumi accountable or find a way to solve Shirato first.

At the Maori detective firm on the other side of Tokyo, the Maori family received a special guest.

At 7:30 in the morning, Uncle Maori was lying lazily on his office chair as usual, stretched his waist and complained: "Why hasn't the horse racing broadcast started yet?"

The Maori family returned to Tokyo from Gunma Prefecture last night. After a night of rest, the hardships of boats and trains have recovered.

Xiaolan was helping to organize the office and prepare to open the door. In half an hour, she would go out with Conan to go to school together. "Really, I'm listening to the radio in the morning, can't you work hard?" Xiaolan was quite happy to find out that Uncle Maori had quit drinking, but not long after, she found that the uncle had put all his extra energy on horse racing and small steel balls, and did not spend a single bit of it on work, which gave her a headache.

"It's okay." Uncle Maori waved his hand: "There will be no guests so early."

"Dingdong...Dingdong...", the sound of the doorbell.

"The guest is here." Xiaolan smiled jokingly.

"It's impossible. It's mostly a milk seller or a newspaper seller. Xiaolan, go and drive him away." Uncle Maori brought his headphones.

"Hello, is this Maori Detective Firm?" Xiaolan opened the door and found a beautiful young woman standing outside the door.

"Yes, you are..." Before Xiaolan finished speaking, she was squeezed aside by the uncle who suddenly ran over and almost hit the cabinet.

It was indeed a beauty! A gleam broke out in the uncle's eyes. He couldn't see the person outside the door when he was sitting at the desk. However, when he heard the voice of the guests outside the door, he judged that it must be a beauty. He rushed to receive the person in person. When he saw him, he found that it was indeed a beauty.

"What are you doing!" Xiaolan, who was staggering by her father, stood still and looked at her father, but almost didn't recognize her.

Hey, who are you? Why did you shaved suddenly? When did you change your suit? Why didn’t I know when you bought this white suit? Where did you steal the roses in your mouth? Why did you even change the style of painting?! Xiaolan has so many grooves that she can’t spit it all.

Looking at the table again, let alone the horse racing radio, the radio is gone, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray are gone. Uncle Maori is like using magic, making the desktop extremely tidy at once.

"It's not a place to talk outside the door, please come in, Miss." Mr. Maori made an invitation gesture and invited the guest who was about to be embarrassed to be cancerous.

"So, beautiful lady, what made you come here to meet me? No, sorry, I'm too dedicated to work, I haven't asked the lady for her name?" Under the gaze of Conan and Xiaolan, Uncle Maori showed his gentlemanly demeanor and masculine charm without anyone else.

"Hey... My name is Asai Shishi. I came here to entrust Detective Maori to help me find someone." The beauty smiled and said.

"Oh? Who is it? What kind of person can make a beauty like you worry about it." Mr. Maori said affectionately.

"Conan, let's go. I'm going to be late when I listen to this old man singing." Xiaolan pulled Conan away in anger, and Uncle Maori turned a deaf ear to him.

"It's like this..." After hesitating for a moment, Asai told the story that happened to him to the gentleman Maori, apart from some things that were unnecessary, such as his true gender. Finally, he showed him the letter signed by Lei Feng.

"Hmm? Lei Feng? Is it a surname or a name? But if you cover up your handwriting, the signature may not be true." Uncle Maori said, touching his chin. Mizumatsu was originally written with a ruler for his bad taste. Thanks to this idea, now people will not easily find themselves along the handwriting.

"I also asked someone who said that Lei Feng should be a Chinese name." Asai honestly reminded Kogoro Mori honestly.

"Chinese name? Well...that's true to be more in line with the Chinese naming rules." Uncle Maori agreed with it as if he was decent. God knows whether he really understood the Chinese naming method.

"Well, Miss Honest, can you put this letter on me for the time being and give me more time to study it?" asked Uncle Maori.

"Uh..." After thinking for a while, Asai said honestly: "I have prepared a copy of this matter. I'm sorry, I plan to take this letter and study it myself. In fact, this letter was placed with a friend before, and I just got it back yesterday."

"That's fine, but some information may not be just on the surface. Please pay more attention to it, such as some invisible words," said Kogoro Mori. In the view of Kogoro Mori, the Homosan Asai's move means that he will also ask other detectives. Although he did not show any unhappiness, his face was still a little dark.

"Thank you, Mr. Maori, I will pay more attention. So let me go." Asai thanked honestly, left his phone number and a sum of money as a deposit and left.

"If you find out, I will notify you as soon as possible." Uncle Maori received the deposit and sent Asai Honesty away, opened the drawer, took out an ashtray full of cigarette butts from it, and then took back the clean ashtray on the table.

Yes, for those who always forget to clear the ashtray before their daughter comes home because of watching TV, a good way to avoid nagging and iron fist alarm is to buy two exactly the same ashtray and an empty drawer. Similarly, there is a double-layer table cushion that is already wider and can be worn outside another coat.

Looking at the copy of the anonymous letter, Uncle Maori smoked another cigarette. The letter repeatedly mentioned evidence and called the police, reminding him of a young policeman who had never grown up.

"I forgot to get the bento. Has the guest left?...Dad, you smoke again!"

"Ah Xiaolan, listen to my explanation!"

‘What a happy morning…’ Conan stood downstairs of the office and felt the whole building trembling, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. ———————————————————————————————————
Chapter completed!