At half past eight, Conan stretched his waist and got up from the ground.

After walking out of the room, Xiaolan should have gone out to school, and breakfast was placed on the table.

"Have you just got up? You are really getting lazy, you are getting lazy. When will your school be built? To put it bluntly, it's just that there are a lot of dirty things splashing. It should be cleaned up quickly, right?" Uncle Maori sat on a chair watching TV. When he saw Conan come out and complained casually.

"I heard from Teacher Kobayashi that it seems that class will be resumed next week." Conan rubbed the corners of his eyes and said.

"Hurry back to the ocean of knowledge. It's so terrible to stay at home all day long and I'll take care of you!" Uncle Maori said in disgust.

"Haha..." Conan curled his lips, but did not argue, went to the bathroom to wash, and then ate the breakfast left to him by Xiaolan.

"Does uncle have anything to do today?" Conan, who had eaten and drunk enough to pack up the dishes, lay on the sofa, holding a comic book to read.

"Uncle, I am an adult, of course there are many things to do!" Uncle Maori said with his eyes fixed on the TV.

"What about watching TV, drinking beer, reading newspapers and listening to horse racing?"

"You little brat!"

"pong!" "It hurts!" An empty beer can was thrown on Conan's head.

"It's a good weather today, why don't you go to Poirot downstairs to sit down." Uncle Maori might think Conan's words make sense, and suddenly said it.

"I'll go too, I'll go too!" Conan, who was bored and moldy, said with his hands raised as if he was a real child.

"I'm afraid of you, so take you with me. Don't be naughty!"

"yes!"

...

"Welcome!"

As soon as he stepped into the cafe, Conan felt a cold gaze on him, as if he was being targeted by someone.

Uncle Maori didn't notice Conan's unusualness, so he found a seat, picked up the menu, ordered a cup of coffee and a portion of juice, which was given to Conan.

"The employee of the securities company was shot and killed in the early morning yesterday. The weapon was a rifle for hunting." Uncle Maori continued to look at the newspaper in his hand and commented: "It's true, if you want to shoot, go to the park to shoot birds."

"Didn't you write it later? The motive for the crime is because of personal grudges." Conan leaned over to look at it: "To be honest, the crime scene is very close to this place."

"So what? Do you still want to go over and take a look? Aren't you afraid of being thrown out by the kid from Mizuma?" Uncle Maori looked at Conan with his eyes squinted.

"How is that possible!" Conan shook his head quickly: "Just worried, maybe the prisoner will hide nearby."

"Bang!" The sound of the glass falling to the ground and the sounds shattered everywhere. Conan and Uncle Maori looked back and saw that it was Miss Azusa who accidentally dropped the juice given to Conan on the ground.

"It's all your fault for being such a stinky brat, you're talking nonsense." Uncle Maori blamed Conan.

"I'll help." Compared to Conan, who is an action faction, immediately jumped down to help Azusa Komoto clean up the glass fragments.

"I'm so sorry, I'll get another cup now." Azusa Komoto said.

"Speaking of this, Sister Xiao Zi's brother is very good at using guns, right?" Conan asked suddenly.

"What are you talking nonsense? How could that happen?" Uncle Maori looked at Conan unhappily.

"But," Conan said in a naive manner and said, "There are so many strange people in the cafe today."

"So, there are indeed many people who are unfriendly." Uncle Maori looked around and found out about this problem: "And many of them are familiar faces."

"Meet again, Conan!" A big hand was placed on Conan's head. Conan turned around and saw Mizumama's smiling face.

"Good morning...good morning!" Conan stammered.

"Good morning, why don't you have to go to school yet?" Mizumatsu said unhappily.

"The school will probably have to wait another week before it can recover." Conan said with a smile.

"If the boy Mizuma is here, the prisoner is really Miss Azusa's brother." Uncle Maori suddenly realized that it turned out that the police were all sitting here.

"Strictly speaking, it's just a suspicion." Mizumatsu explained: "But I personally feel... haha, after all, the suspect's fingerprints have appeared on the murder weapon. Clothes stained with the victim's blood were found near the suspect's residence, and the clothes also had the suspect's fingerprints on the clothes."

"It's really a sure thing to say." Uncle Maori thought about it and came to the same conclusion as Mizumatsu.

"It's impossible for my brother to kill someone!" Azusa Komoto argued loudly: "And my brother called me last night, and was very excited and said that it was not his doing it. He didn't know how to operate the rifle, etc."

"Have you made a call?" Uncle Maori's attention was not on the content.

"I did make a phone call," Mizumatsu nodded: "It's a pity that because I didn't prepare in advance, the phone quickly hung up, and we were unable to locate the suspect."

"That's a pity." Uncle Maori said regretfully.

"Have you listened to me? My brother can't operate the rifle at all. He learned shotgun!" Azusa Komoto found that she was neglected and was so anxious that she just jumped her feet.

Mizumatsu shrugged. He deliberately did not make it clear. Although the weapon was a rifle, the method of using it was not to shoot the dead person with a rifle, but to use the rifle as a stick to kill the dead person.

"Maybe I know something about this?" At this time, a man with glasses came from behind everyone, as if he had heard everyone's previous topic.

"Who are you?" Uncle Maori asked bluntly.

"Who are you?" Mizumatsu's questioning rules were formulated more.

"This is Mr. Kawarai, my brother's colleague and good friend." Azusa Komoto introduced.

"I'm Kawaratoji. I heard about that guy. I remember that he has a sister working here, so I come and have a look." said the man in glasses.

"By the way, are you police?" Kawaratoji asked.

"I am a policeman, come and ask Miss Xiao Zi if there are any clues. These are people living nearby." Mizumatsu's hand behind her back gave other police officers instructions not to move around. Of course, he would not tell him about ambushing and surveillance when he met someone. Uncle Maori and Conan saw that there was no way. Of course, other people who didn't know the details should not be told randomly.

"You said just now that you know what it means?" Mizumatsu asked.

"Didn't it mean that the weapon is the manager's rifle? There is actually a reason why the idiot's fingerprints were stained on it. Last time we were at the manager's house, the idiot who was hopelessly fascinated by guns saw the manager's newly bought rifle, so he rushed over and looked at it for a long time, and looked inside from the muzzle with great enthusiasm. I think the fingerprints were stained at that time, right?" Kawara Toruji said disdainfully.

"It's possible, but at that time I had any conflicts with the crime. Of course, I will write down this matter." Mizumatsu nodded and said, "Thank you for the clues."

"Mizuma, what does the bloody clothes found near Miss Xiaozi's brother's house look like?" Uncle Maori suddenly asked.

"I have photos here. I was going to bring them to Miss Xiao Zi to see, but Miss Xiao Zi has no special impression of this shirt. Please see." Mizumatsu turned around and took out the photo from her arms: "What? Does Mr. Maori want to get a kick in this matter?"

"Don't say it so badly? I know you are quite disgusted with the detective's random intercourse, but our family is friends with Miss Xiao Zi. It's not too much to participate in this matter as a friend, right?" Uncle Maori said while taking the photo.

"Is Uncle Maori and Miss Xiao Azusa a good relationship?" Mizumatsu asked suddenly in surprise.

"Yes, because I often come here to solve the problem of hunger when I don't want to cook. Of course, I'm very familiar with Xiao Azusa." Uncle Maori said for granted: "Is there anything strange?"

"Uh... it's okay, I just suddenly feel that we'd better draw a clear relationship. I hope Mr. Maori won't treat me as a friend." Mizumatsu said with a wave of his hand.

"Wow! What do you mean? Are you saying that I am a person who will suffer from misfortune wherever I go? Because I talked to me about my friend, Miss Zi's brother was also involved in misfortune, right?" Uncle Maori understood what Mizumama meant and suddenly burst into tears.

"No, no!" Mizuma Yueyan waved her hand insincerely and said in her heart: "That is Senior Megu's argument. I know that Conan is actually the culprit."

But the reason why Mizumaki was surprised was actually because if Azusa Tomoto and the Mori family had a good relationship, it means that she was a person with a certain plot in the "original work". According to the plot needs, there should not be any real misfortune around her.

In other words, the idea that Azusa Sugi has always insisted on may be correct, and the murderer is really not Azusa Sugi.

Since it wasn't Sugito Kasugi, who would be the murderer? Mizumatsu turned around and subconsciously glanced at Karatoji.

Kawaratoji seemed to have just whispered something to Azusa Komoto and was leaving her and walking out the door.

"What did Mr. Karai just said?" After Karai Toji left, Mizumatsu walked towards Azusa Karai and asked bluntly.

"It's just some other private matters, it has nothing to do with my brother's case!" Azusa Komoto shook her head.

"Please tell me." Mizumatsu insisted.

"Oh! It's the girl's privacy. You man is too much!" Azusa Komoto said with a red face.

"But Mr. Kawarai is also a man?" Mizumazuki looked like "You are teasing me".

"Talk about the police officer who monitored me last night?" Azusa Tomoto changed the topic very bluntly.

"Of course I'm going to change shifts and go home to rest. Do you have any trouble with them?" Mizumatsu did not point it out, but said as Azusa Kazumoto said.

If Azusa Hiromoto was not interested in saying anything, Mizumaki would not be able to get the correct answer no matter how he asked. He threatened him with momentum like before, but this would make Azusa Hiromoto think faster and think about the opposite side - it might be Toji Kawara, so I can only keep an eye on Azusa Hiromoto to see what small moves she and Toji Kawarara wanted to do.

"A police officer helped me stop a thief who stole a bag last night, but he didn't have the chance to say thank you yesterday. I originally thought I would like to thank you when I was in the cafe today." Azusa Komoto explained

"Then wait a little later, they will come to change shifts. It should be in the afternoon." Mizumatsu said casually: "Which police officer is it?" He had never heard anyone mention this.

"I don't know his name yet. It's the policeman who is a little small and has a little long hair." Azusa Komoto gestured at the height of the policeman.

"It should be Kenji Yuki... Alas, it seems you can't wait for him." Mizumatsu sighed.

Azusa Komoto suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong with him?"

"Calm, calm." Mizumatsu said with a smile and cry: "That guy caught a cold last night and asked for leave after being caught in the middle of the night due to a cold cold."

"Is it..." Azusa Suzu suddenly showed a look of self-blame.

Mizumatsu understood this look and realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly remedyed it: "Don't worry, this is not your responsibility. It is the police's job to monitor outside. Other police officers were sitting in the police very warmly, and only Kenji took off his coat and ran around outside."

"I haven't got Conan's juice yet, and Mr. Maori's coffee, goodbye." Azusa Komoto didn't know if she listened to it, so she turned around and left.

Mizumatsu shrugged, pulled a chair next to Uncle Maori and sat down, and called another waiter to ask for a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Maori has no high opinion of me?" Uncle Maori returned the photo of the blood-clothing to Mizumatsu, who asked.

"There are some doubts, but this time I am not a detective, but I am just a friend of Miss Xiao Zi. I only look at it and don't ask, and I only listen and don't talk." Uncle Maori smiled.

"But..." As soon as Uncle Maori finished speaking, Conan had something to say, but he just held it back under the double eyebrow of Uncle Maori and Mizumatsu.

‘Strangely something was wrong with that dress!’ Conan thought silently: ‘The blood splashed after the shot is definitely not like this, but… that Mizumatsu shouldn’t have noticed this! What was he thinking? Or did he know the reason?’

‘The uncle looks not right. Since I said that just now, I must have discovered this, but why not ask? Is it really just because I only play the role of a friend and want to watch the whole process?’

When Conan was in deep thought, Mizumatsu took out paper and pen and wrote and painted.

Since 99% of the murderers in the case are not Sugito Kawamoto, the suspects are Kawara Toruji and the deceased's wife Toriko. Because Kawara Toriko suspiciously contacted Azusa Kawamoto, he first considered his suspicion.
Chapter completed!