I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

After enjoying the hug for a while, Guangyou let go of his hands and picked up the dress that Xiao Ai took out on the bed.

After spreading his eyes, Guangyou nodded in satisfaction, put on his clothes, tidyed it up a little, and smiled: "This clothes is also good."

"That's fine." Xiao Ai sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the effect on the back of her clothes, nodded, and said, "It looks pretty good."

While speaking, Xiao Ai took out another one, handed it to Guangyou, and said, "Try this one."

"it is good."

...

Five minutes later, Guangyou tried on the clothes Xiao Ai bought for him.

He likes all these clothes, the styles are very suitable for his taste, they are also very comfortable to wear, and they are very easy to wear.

Perhaps this is also because of the similar styles. T-shirts, sweaters, and trousers can be matched with each other. They are all pretty and not obtrusive at all.

"I'm going to wash these clothes first." Xiao Ai picked up the clothes, looked at Guangyou, and said, "Otherwise, just rest in the room for a while."

"Don't rest now." Guangyou stood up, took out the bedding from the cabinet, and said to Xiao Ai, "I will help you spread the bedding first."

"Okay." Xiao Ai nodded, holding her clothes, and helping Guangyou open the door. After he passed by her, she closed the door and walked towards the bathroom.

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Beihu Town 4chome.

With the efforts of the firefighters, the flame that took away the life of Zhujiao Liangzi finally calmed down.

"Mr. Policeman, please!" Hattori Heiji looked at the policeman guarding the door and begged, "Let me go and take a look at the fire scene!"

The police did not consider it, and decisively refused: "This is really not good."

"Can you tell us where the fire started?" Conan asked.

What the police refused was still so decisive: "No."

"What does it matter to reveal a little news?" Uncle Maori complained.

"Even if it is Mr. Mouri's request, we can only refuse." The police were embarrassed, and he naturally knew that the man in front of him was the detective Kogoro Moori.

If he can, he certainly doesn't mind telling the detective the information he has collected so far, but as a policeman, he has to follow the rules.

"Sorry, Mr. Maori, we still have to do things according to the regulations." The police waved their hands and refused again.

When a few people wanted to continue to try tactics, a male voice suddenly came from behind.

"The scene of the fire is not your investigation business."

Hearing the sound, Uncle Maori turned his head and took a look, and then his expression suddenly became a little complicated: "You are the fire daddy of a lesson!"

"Maori, how can you call your former boss like that?" The man said in a flat tone with a cigarette in his mouth, not angry.

"Former boss?" Hattori Heiji looked at Uncle Maori in confusion and asked, "Isn't your previous job investigating criminals?"

"Let me introduce it first. He is the chief bow officer in charge of fire crime investigations in the Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department." Uncle Maori explained later, "I used to be under him for a while."

"You caused me a lot of hardship back then." Police Officer Bow took off the cigarette from his mouth and said, "When a fire broke out, you decided that it was the arsonist who rushed to the scene and got the evidence from the scene. It's a mess."

"..." Uncle Maori was a little embarrassed.

"I have been warned by the fire department several times for this." Officer Bow did not save Maori at all, "I don't know Maori, do you remember."

"Didn't I ran in with you back then..." Uncle Maori twitched his lips with a twitch.

"However, I'm sure this case was an arson." Officer Bow said, "We also found the red horse statue at the scene of the fire."

"According to the investigation by the Forensic Division, the red horse statue fits the conditions of the three previous accidents."

Hattori Heiji and Conan, who had seen the red horse statue long ago, were not surprised, but Uncle Maori raised his doubts: "Mr. Bowman, would this be a deliberate imitation after someone saw this technique in the media? What about the crime?"

"Stupid.. There is no such possibility." Police Officer Bow glanced at Uncle Maori and said, "How can it be possible to make exactly the same horse just by looking at the photos in the media?"

"The red horses are made in the same model. If they are not sold on the market, it is probably because the suspect thinks the red horses look good, so they produced them by themselves."

"Excuse me, where is the fire?"

Hearing this question, Officer Bow glanced in the direction of Hattori Heiji, then looked at Uncle Maori and asked, "Who is this? Maori, is it your assistant?"

"Forget it..." Uncle Maori replied casually.

Without going further on this topic, Officer Bow continued to introduce the current situation to several people: "The fire was in the small room on the right side of the house."

"Because there are traces of lamp oil spilling on the floor, I think the arsonist probably poured the lamp oil in from the open window and set fire to the house."

Hattori Heiji and Conan nodded when they heard it.

"And I also found a lot of suspicious shoe prints on the ground nearby by the window in the front room." Officer Bow seemed to have full confidence.

"As long as you carefully investigate the shoe prints, you should be able to catch the arsonist."

Speaking of shoe prints, Uncle Maori gave a light cough, and explained to Officer Bow in a little embarrassment: "Actually, those shoe prints contain some of our shoe prints."

"what?"

The chief arch police officer who was still grasping the last second did not calm down instantly, and his tone rose a little, "Your shoe prints are also mixed in those shoe prints?"

"Hush..." Uncle Maori looked around and explained that no one was paying attention to them. "The reason why we came here is because we received the commission from the deceased Ryoko."

"She said that there was a suspicious person wandering around in the middle of the night, so let us come and investigate." Hattori Heiji took the conversation and continued to explain, "But the aunt told us that she was neurotic and cancelled the commission."

"Later, we stayed in front of her house for a while." Uncle Maori didn't think too much, and said truthfully, "A strange man who claimed to be a Feng Shui teacher came to her."

"We had no choice but to ran into the yard to observe the conditions inside from the window, but we did not expect to make a very unusual discovery."

"Oh?" Police Officer Bow calmed down and asked, "Why is it unusual?"

"That man seems to have an ambiguous relationship with Ms. Ryoko. He searched the room in a mess in order to find a video tape proving the relationship between the two!" Uncle Maori's tone suddenly rose.

"Maori, why are you shouting so loudly? I can hear you clearly." Police Officer Bow took a step back, looked at Uncle Maori, and said, "I think your behavior is more unusual, right?"

"Huh?" Uncle Maori also reacted, suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Okay, you don't need to say it." Police Officer Bow patted Uncle Maori on the shoulder, and said to several people, "Wait, you will leave shoe prints to the police."

Hearing these words, Uncle Maori swallowed dryly, turned his head and looked at the hands on his shoulders, and asked: "No, no, are we also suspects?"

Looking at the uncle Maori whose face was a bit wrong as if looking at a fool, Officer Bow explained silently: "I said, Maori, I want to know that this is done to distinguish your shoe prints from those of the arsonist. Come on?"

"Oh... that's the case." Uncle Maori gave a light cough, trying to ease the embarrassment.

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