I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"I remember right here."

Guangyou stood in front of the door of Mihua Hotel and looked up at this impressive hotel, "How many rooms are there?"

"2001?"

Guangyou himself couldn't remember exactly where the case happened this time, but he just remembered it was at the Mihua Hotel.

"Guangyou, what are you doing at the door?"

A familiar voice rang behind Guangyou, causing him to turn his head and look back.

Officer Mumu pointed to it, "Didn't you come with Maori brother?"

"Yes, Uncle Maori asked me to pick you up at the door."

Guangyou went down to the donkey and picked it up.

"Then go up together."

Officer Mumu nodded without doubting him, and said, "However, Brother Maori has already said that it is the 2004 room. It is a bit redundant for you to come down and pick us up."

"Haha..."

Guangyou scratched his head and made sloppy eyes, "Who knows what Uncle Maori thinks, I don't bother to get down."

"Forget it, the case is important."

Officer Mumu didn't ask much, and took Takagi and a group of staff into the Mihua Hotel.

....

"Brother Maori, what do you find now?"

As soon as Police Officer Mumu entered the door and glanced at the scene, he focused his attention on Uncle Maori.

Uncle Maori shook his head: "The situation at the scene looks a lot like the deceased died of a heart attack. I have no idea for the time being."

Officer Megome walked to the deceased and squatted down, and at the same time said to Takagi behind him: "Brother Takagi, you can ask the laboratory to check the cause of death."

Guangyou quietly walked to Conan's side and asked: "How are you now?"

"When did you come?"

Conan clutched his chest and took a breath, then turned his head and glanced at the scene, "It's another murder case. It's definitely not an accident."

"Also, don't you know how scary people are?"

Conan was speechless for a while. Just now he was still thinking about who the murderer was and the next arrangements, but he was interrupted, and he couldn't remember it at once.

Guangyou didn't care, and continued to ask: "Is it related to that?"

"Yes, isn't there an explosion before? That dead tequila had a deal with this dead Itakura Takura."

Conan closed his eyes and sorted out the current clues, "There is a disk in the next bag. I think this disk marked as a diary will contain information about transactions with the organization."

"Oh."

Guangyou nodded and glanced at the man lying on the ground who could never get up. He seemed to have sentiment, "This is Takura Itakura, and the programmer is the programmer."

Conan glanced at Guangyou, then looked back at Itakura Taku who had a worried hairline, and asked in confusion, "Is there any need to be related?"

"Often working overtime and staying up late, the hairline must be back."

Guangyou glanced at Conan, and said disdainfully, "Also detective, I don't know anything like this."

Conan was speechless, holding his forehead with his hand, and vomited: "Hey, what does the hairline have to do with the detective?"

"I didn't say it was related." Guangyou shrugged, his tone was frank and sincere, "I just want to despise you."

"amount.."

Conan was completely speechless.

While the two were talking, Takagi walked in from outside the door.

"Police Department, I have also investigated the identity of the deceased."

Takagi took out his police handbook and introduced, "The deceased was named Itakura Taku, 45 years old, a system engineer with a history of heart disease."

"Police Department, I haven't checked out any useful information for the time being."

The laboratory staff in white coats took the medicine bottle and said, “The cause of death cannot be determined at present. The deceased has no obvious trauma. According to his current situation of taking coronary artery dilators, it is likely that he died because of a heart attack.”

"It should have been two days since death."

After looking at Taku Itakura for the last time, the laboratory staff concluded to Police Officer Mumu, "We can only check these for now."

Officer Mumu nodded, his face did not show disappointment: "Thanks for your hard work."

"Police Department! I contacted the deceased's doctor."

At this time, Chiba, who was still skinny, hurried into the room and said, "He said Mr. Itakura's heart deterioration is very serious. After the work is now over, he was scheduled to undergo surgery immediately."

Officer Mumu stood up, turned his head and looked at Uncle Maori, there seemed to be some small grievances in his tone: "It seems that there is no chance for you to come forward this time, Brother Maori."

What Guangyou watched from the side was also secretly smiling, and Officer Mumu also "hated and loved" the former colleague.

"Hate", because Uncle Maori made the police very shameless. There was a Japanese police savior Kudo Shinichi, and now there is another sleeping Kogoro.

"Love", because this person is a former colleague, and seeing that his former friend is promising, Officer Mumu himself feels a little relieved.

He didn't know what happened back then, and he didn't know why he left the Metropolitan Police Department.

What if a pure passerby detective has been trying to solve the case for the police?

The result is two: either join or get out...

Officer Mumu shook his head. Thinking of the current investigation results, he was also a little confused: "It's estimated that it's been two days since the death. Isn't the restaurant found?"

The Mediterranean Naito Sadahira explained: "This should be because he doesn't like other people moving around where he works."

"This should be the reason."

The younger Zubeklu couldn't help but complain, "Last time I just moved the papers on his desk by ten centimeters, and I was severely scolded."

The last Soma Ryusuke shook his head and explained: "No matter who moves his things privately, he will get angry and will naturally refuse the hotel staff to come and clean the room."

Officer Mumu then noticed the three people at the crime scene, turned his head and looked at Uncle Maori, and asked, "Where did these three come from?"

"They asked Mr. Itakura to design the software. This time they found that Mr. Itakura was missing, so they asked me to find Mr. Itakura."

Uncle Maori glanced at Itakura Taku who was lying on the ground, and shrugged helplessly, "Then that's it..."

Officer Mumu wiped a cold sweat after hearing this: "It seems that you, Maori, your ability to kill people has improved again."

"Hey..." Uncle Maori squinted at Officer Mu dissatisfiedly, "This has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter you don't count."

Officer Megome remembered his work situation over the past period of time, and said, "Since you became famous, the workload of our search for a lesson has doubled. This is not counted as the workload of police officers in other places."

Uncle Maori did not find any rebuttal: "Well..."

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the same. Since the name of his sleeping Kogoro became known, there have been more homicides than he had in the Metropolitan Police Department before.

Thinking of this, Uncle Maori was also a little suspicious of himself, and said in his heart: "Or, go back to the temple and burn incense?"