I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Soon, Guangyou made seven portions of pasta, and Guangyou put one of them in front of Aima Yahiko.

There Ma Yayan smelled the scent, looked at the color of the face, and felt a sense of frustration in his heart. Just looking at it this way, he knew which one was better.

After taking a bite of the fork, the frustration grew stronger.

Comparing his face with the face in front of him, it is like comparing what a child made with an adult's. Moreover, his share is made by a child.

Regardless of Ma Yayan who was already autistic, Guangyou walked out with pasta.

The few people outside thought that Guangyou was just going to help serve food or something, and they didn't ask much, only Conan took another look at Guangyou.

Soon, Ma Yayan walked out with a bottle of wine, as if nothing happened.

Kosuke didn’t know that Endo Kiko would come here, so curious he asked Endo Kiko when he served pasta, "Sister Kiko, why are you here? I don’t believe you will Come to this restaurant that didn't taste very good."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, she explained: "President Otsu previously said that this restaurant was run by me."

“Mr. Arima’s restaurant was mismanaged, so he was burdened with a huge debt. Originally, President Otsu said I could run this restaurant for him. Today I wanted to come and see this restaurant that should belong to me. Say goodbye."

"I plan to take my father out of Tokyo after this matter is over, and life in the country is more suitable for me."

Although Guangyou didn't understand, he also felt a little pity, and said, "Sister Kiko, you are pretty, why?"

How could she not understand the meaning in Guangyou's words, but she didn't explain anything, just gave a wry smile and said, "You don't understand."

Guangyou chuckled and shook his head without speaking.

Everyone is in a different situation and has different ideas. He has no obligation to change these ideas.

....

Uncle Maori took a sip of red wine and praised: "Well, this wine is very good, it is indeed a rare good wine."

Ma Yayan smiled, but that smile always seemed a bit bitter.

The decoration and lighting of his Italian restaurant form a wonderful collocation, coupled with the light music circulating in the store, which has a special flavor.

But, the taste of the dishes... I can't compliment it.

After being polite, some autistic Youma Yayan turned around and went back to the kitchen with the excuse of something wrong.

"This noodle is delicious." After taking a bite, Xiao Lan raised her head, looked around the situation in the store, and wondered, "It's just why no one is here?"

Fei Yingli was also a little puzzled: "Indeed, don't people around here like Italian food?"

"Who knows?" Uncle Maori took another sip of wine and said, "However, good wine and food are great."

After eating the noodles, Xiaolan turned her head and asked with concern: "By the way, mom, do you have a way to deal with your next court appearance now?"

Fei Yingli shook her head and said helplessly: "There are some difficulties, but now there is no progress at all."

Uncle Maori said flatly: "The matter of the case, put it in the court of tomorrow, there will be a solution then."

....

At nine in the morning, the second hearing started on time.

At the beginning, Kujo Reiko asked Akiyama Taku also.

Reiko Kujo looked at the case file she prepared and asked, "Mr. Akiyama, on the night of the crime, you saw the murderer hitting the victim continuously from the small hole in the president's room. Is that what you said?"

Akiyama Taku also nodded, "Yes."

Reiko Kujo continued to ask: "You saw the murderer beat the victim several times that night."

"three times."

"After a while, you heard the sound of the victim falling down, right?"

"Yes."

After confirming that the information was consistent with her, Kujo Reiko smiled and said, "I have no problem."

The judge said: "Then now please ask the defense lawyer to do a cross-examination."

Feiying agreed, and when she was about to get up, Uncle Maori reached out and stopped her.

Uncle Maori turned his head and said to Concubine Yingli, "I'm coming."

After the judge nodded in agreement, Uncle Maori slowly got up, the unsmiling face made the corners of Xiaolan's mouth rise slightly in the gallery.

Xiao Lan said softly: "Dad, come on."

Uncle Maori walked slowly to the center of the courtroom and said, "Mr. Akiyama, did you see the murderer attack the victim with your own eyes?"

Takuya Akiyama shook his head: "I just saw the shadow of the murderer on the wall, because the room was not turned on that day, only the neon light on the opposite side gave off a faint light."

The court was in an uproar, and both the gallery and the jury began to whisper.

They came more than once and naturally understood that seeing and seeing shadows with their own eyes are two concepts.

The judge knocked the gavel: "Quiet!"

After calming down, Uncle Mori turned his head and said, "Mr. Arima, why did you go to President Otsu that night?"

Ma Yayan replied: "Because the president's reading glasses fell on my side, I gave them the glasses."

Uncle Maori nodded, then turned to the judge and asked, "Your Honor, can I reason?"

The judge nodded and said, "Please."

"I think that the defendant Takashi Inoue should be an attempted theft."

Uncle Maori stretched out his hand, pointed at Yuma Yayan, and said sharply, "And the real murderer is you, Mr. Arima."

In one word, the facial expressions of the people in court changed more or less.

There was also a change in Ma Yayan's expression, but he still insisted: "Mr. Maori, you need to speak with evidence."

Uncle Maori opened the dossier, turned to the list of exhibits, showed it to him, and said at the same time: "Isn't the evidence right there?"

Reiko Kujo hurriedly turned to that page, and when she looked at one of the exhibits on it, she understood the meaning of Uncle Maori, feeling a little depressed and feeling lucky.

Uncle Maori stared at Arima Yahiko and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Arima, if you and Mr. Akiyama were the first discoverers on the scene, why did you find the screws of President Otsu’s reading glasses under the cabinet in the president’s room? Didn’t you say that President Otsu left his glasses with you?"

"Perhaps the president dropped it himself?"

Ma Yayan was already nervous enough to sweat on his forehead, and he was kneading with the corner of his clothes. Because he was standing on the trial stand, the stand covered his hands. Because of this, no one saw him nervously. action.

Uncle Maori squeezed his chin and said in confusion: "Moreover, what makes me wonder is that no one's fingerprints can be found on the ashtray used as a murder weapon."

Ma Yayan said: "It's also possible that he wiped off the suspect."

"What about the safe on the wheel?" Uncle Maori asked back, "If it is what you said, he should also wipe off the fingerprints on the wheel."

Mayayan is speechless, he doesn't know how to refute.

Uncle Maori took advantage of the victory and said: "The test of the ashtray indicated that someone wiped it with a cloth stained with grease. If I take it for a test, I believe I will get a conclusion."

"Your Honor, I am applying to compare the composition of the grease remaining on the ashtray with the composition of the grease used in Mr. Arima's restaurant."