Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 249 Organization Members 'Cheat' Investigator Chablis
Chablis and Graff arrived in a remote residential area.

The buildings here are intertwined and complex, and there are many old wooden houses.

After getting out of the car, Graf glanced at the location of the mission, and suddenly said:

"Perhaps you are right."

"I'm always right."

After getting out of the car, Chablis put on his gloves again, put a hat on his head, and looked around.

The houses here are so narrowly spaced that at most one car can pass through.

But the place where they stopped had a large open space, and it didn't look like a place reserved for a back garden—this place was already half-abandoned, and people lived only near the main road. There are no residents.

Graff looked at Chablis squatting on the edge of the wall, looking here and there, and said, "What are you looking for? You have been to four places before...the interval between missions has exceeded two months." , even if there are any traces, they should disappear."

"Traces? What am I looking for?" Chablis clapped his hands and stood up, looking around at the nearby buildings of different heights.

"Aren't you looking for evidence of Gin's derailment?"

Graff looked puzzled.

Chablis was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Graf! As expected of you, that's a good word!"

"—But, I don't need evidence." Immediately, he changed the subject, his face a little excited, "What's the use of my evidence? When someone is caught, isn't there a lot of evidence?"

Graff continued to wonder: "Human? Is there anyone here for you?"

"There are no people... But, look."

Chablis walked to the side of the abandoned house next to him and called Graff over.

In front of him was an empty garage.

"There used to be a car parked here..."

"Isn't it normal to have a car parked in this kind of residential area?"

"No, no, take a closer look. There are already some signs of tire marks printed by the dust on the ground. It means that cars have been parked in this place, but they have never been here again."

The corner of Chablis's mouth raised a wanton arc, and his eyes were full of excitement when he looked at the opposite side, "Besides, there is also a car on the opposite side..."

Graff felt that he couldn't figure out Chablis' brain circuit: "So?"

Does this mean that the car parked opposite was originally parked here?
"and many more."

After Chablis finished speaking, he jumped to the open garage opposite and looked at the old broken car.

The car glass is full of dust, it can be seen that no one has used it for a long time.

Chablis glanced at the license plate again: "Hello, Graff."

"how?"

"Let someone check the owner of this car, let's go to the door to say hello."

"OK."

As soon as Graf heard that he was going to send warmth to the door, his eyes lit up like his bald head, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the numbers of other members.

Chablis leaned against the wall, moving his fingers.

"Gin...if that's the case, where did you go?"

Did a ray of doubt and bewilderment flash in his eyes?

He believed in his own judgment, but he was a little confused. Why did Qin Jiu do this?
It seems that it has nothing to do with the matter of the pharmaceutical company that day...

Chablis closed his eyes again and diverted his thinking for a while, until Graf called him:

"Chablis, we found it."

"Where do you live?"

"It's right here, room 23 a little outside."

Chablis was a little surprised by the news Graf received.

right here?So brave?
"Come on, let's go say hello..." Chablis waved his hand and called Graf to join him.

Graff turned around and went to the car: "Wait a minute..."

"What?"

"The Bible...I need to influence him with active teaching."

"..."

Enough, enough, stop talking to him!
Chablis' expression turned ferocious again.

-

Tokyo, Rice Flower Hotel.

"In other words, this is a murder disguised as an accidental death?"

Police officer Mu Mu stood next to the coroner, applying solemnly.

The previous unsolved cases have reduced the prestige of the Metropolitan Police Department a lot... This time we must catch the criminals and establish their dignity!
The dead Itakura Taku was judged to have died of a sudden heart attack, but he did not die after the onset of the disease, but was forced to do so. With Conan's friendly reminder, both Mori Kogoro and Meguro police officers believed that the deceased was caused by bed sheets. Wrap it and secure it to the chair with string.

When a person gets sick and can't get medicine when he can't move, he will die naturally.

Because the time of death was really a coincidence, it was exactly two days ago, the day when the twin skyscrapers exploded, and Conan almost thought it was the organization's handwriting.

However, when he saw the chessboard facing diagonally behind Itakura Zhuo's chair, this conjecture was instantly shattered.

'Got to find a way to divert their attention here...'

Conan had already deduced the criminal's crime in his mind, and then he glanced at Officer Takagi's pocket.

——When they found the body just now, they also found some disks in Mr. Itakura Taku's luggage, one of which was marked with the word 'diary'.

Conan pondered, maybe there might be information related to the people of those organizations...

Unfortunately, before he got the disk, Uncle Mao Li took him away.

And now, those disks are all contained in Officer Takagi's evidence belt.

Conan squinted his eyes, staring at Mori Kogoro's neck:
I'm sorry uncle, in order to catch up with the news of that organization, you have to be wronged for a while!

Conan raised his hand and aimed at:

Anesthesia watch, on!

A needle is shot rapidly into the target's neck.

Mori Kogoro only felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and then a sense of drowsiness came over him. Before he could make a sound, Thomas spun and sat down on the ground.

Hearing the movement, Police Officer Megure turned his head and saw Kogoro Mori's standard sleeping position, he was suddenly excited:
"Oh! Brother Maori, do you know something!"

"Ah, that's right, I already know everything." Conan put the bowknot voice changer near his mouth, and used the loudspeaker attached to Mori Kogoro to make a sound, "The truth of this matter has been completely confirmed by Itakura-san." It's completely written on the chessboard."

"checkerboard?"

Officer Mumu and Takagi walked to the Go chess on the ground, frowning in thought.

"Speaking of which, this chessboard does look very strange...but Brother Maori, this is..."

"This is the death message left by the deceased."

Conan took a deep breath and said as confidently as possible: "Before I reveal the secret, please ask Officer Takagi to take out Mr. Open."

The two of them looked at each other, and Police Officer Mu Mu sat in front of the seat for no reason, looking at the laptop with a troubled expression on his face.

turn on computer?how to spell?Can you drop it?

(End of this chapter)