Next, Mori Kogoro

Chapter 57 [057] 67 degrees, Lao Baigan

Kogoro didn't expect that Conan would ask his own opinion before drinking.I felt very relieved for a while, and felt that the stupid son of the landlord's family finally had a good heart...

Wait, that's not right.

This is not his own stupid son, but a pig who wants to slap his own cabbage.

Hmm... Then this pig is more enlightened than before.

Sure enough, talents come out of fists.

This is all my credit.

Kogoro sighed in his heart, reached out to take the cup that Conan handed over, sniffed lightly: "67 degrees, Lao Baigan."

Hattori Heiji's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

"Lao Baigan... what is it? Some kind of nut?"

Conan and Xiaolan blinked Caslauder's big eyes, full of thirst for knowledge.

"A high-grade liquor from Huaguo..."

Before Kogoro finished speaking, Xiaolan and Conan were startled.

"liquor?"

"Liquor?"

"High liquor?"

"I have a cold, you let me drink, what do you want?"

"Yeah, he's just a kid."

Faced with Xiaolan and Conan's serial questioning, Hattori Heiji hurriedly raised his hand and surrendered: "I'm just joking, I just want to tease this kid because I see how strange he is."

"Actually, he is not lying when he said that drinking alcohol can cure colds. Drinking some high-strength baijiu and sweating after sleeping will indeed have the effect of curing colds. Laobaigan wine has a long history. It is said that the earliest brewing time can be traced back to more than 500 years ago. "

Kogoro took a sip and nodded, "This bottle has been cellared for at least 30 years. It's really good wine."

"Yes, uncle."

Hattori Heiji gave a thumbs up: "My old man probably doesn't know the value of this wine, so he just put it in the utility room."

"Hehe, child, you are still too young, just wait for your ass to bloom."

Xiao Wulang took another sip, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Such a good wine, how can there be no food to go with it. Xiaolan, let's go and finish the two dishes. I will have a good drink with this black-skinned brother."

"Dad, Conan is sick, are you still in the mood to drink?"

"Isn't it just a cold, just drink some wine."

Kogoro handed over the wine glass to Conan, and Conan also wanted to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Xiaolan halfway.

"No, children are not allowed to drink."

Xiaolan took Conan's hand: "Come on, let's go to the hospital, and let this old man drink at home alone."

"Well... Sister Xiaolan, it's okay if I drink a little wine, right?"

Conan protested weakly.

"What? Conan, you are still a child, a child who is only in the first grade. How can you have such a terrible idea of ​​drinking? I know, it must be taught by my father, right? I knew it, as soon as you You can't learn anything if you stay by Dad's side every day."

Saying that, Xiaolan directly carried Conan up.

Yes, that's right, not hugging, but directly carrying Conan on his shoulders like carrying a sack.

"Starting today, I will strictly supervise you. You can only learn from Dad's reasoning, and you cannot learn from all other stinky problems..."

Amid such reprimands, Xiaolan carried Conan out of the room.

"..."

Kogoro and Hattori Heiji looked at each other, and Hattori Heiji smiled sarcastically: "Uncle, your daughter has such a good personality."

"Stop talking nonsense, boy, and pour the wine."

Kogoro took out a bag of peanuts from the drawer under the coffee table, tore it open and dumped it on the table as if by a magic trick.

"Um...uncle, I'm a high school student, so it's not good to drink alcohol."

Having said that, Hattori Heiji still poured himself a cup.

"I'm a guest from afar. To show my respect, I'll do this. You can do whatever you want."

Kogoro drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that Kogoro was so forthright, Hattori Heiji naturally did not show any weakness, he picked up the wine glass as well... Then he vomited.

"Spicy, so spicy... Water, water, water, is there any water?"

Seeing that Hattori Heiji burst into tears, and his originally black face was now rosy, Kogoro couldn't help laughing, and handed over a bottle of mineral water: "Boy, haven't you been to a bar before?"

"No, I've already been drinking."

Hattori Heiji's throat was about to smoke, and his mouth was still stiff.

"Having drank it doesn't mean you'll drink it, but it's true. Your dad has dark skin and a normal drinking capacity. Your skin color depends on him, and the drinking capacity is probably the same."

When Hattori Heiji heard the words, he almost stood up in shock, and pointed at Kogoro Mori in surprise: "You...you know my dad?"

"Of course, your father wasn't married when I met him."

"Then...you know me too?"

"Hehe, I recognized you as soon as you entered the door."

"But why have I never heard Dad mention you?"

"Nonsense, if you were drunk by the same person every time you drank, either sleeping on the road or getting into a garbage bin, if it were you, would you tell your son about it?"

Saying that, Kogoro poured himself another glass and drank it down again.

Hattori Heiji became excited: "My stinky dad still slept across the road and got into the trash can? Uncle, please tell me in detail."

"There's nothing to say about it. Your mother has already strictly prohibited your father from drinking with me."

Kogoro patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder: "As your uncle, listen to my advice, that bastard Kudo is not here, you should pack up and go home quickly, otherwise when your parents come to you, you will definitely face mixed doubles." .”

"No, I will never leave until I see Kudo again."

Hattori Heiji showed the gesture of not crying without seeing the coffin: "Everyone says Kanto Kudo Kansai Hattori, this time I will compete with him to see who is better between the two of us."

But child, you have already met Kudo, but he has gone to see a doctor and hasn't drunk alcohol, so you probably have to make a trip for nothing this time.

Kogoro shook his head helplessly.

At this time, a woman wearing sunglasses and a yellow windbreaker appeared, carefully bypassing the door that fell on the ground, and asked with a frown, "Is this a detective agency?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I want to ask someone to investigate."

"No problem, please sit down."

Kogoro flicked it on the table casually, the tea table which was originally scattered with peanuts and wine glasses became clean in an instant, Hattori Heiji stared at it in a daze.

"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you rush to pour coffee."

Kogoro kicked Hattori Heiji.

"Should I pour coffee?"

"Nonsense, the office is just the two of us now, it's not you, is it me?"

Although Hattori Heiji was somewhat dissatisfied, Kogoro glared, he felt pressured for some reason, hesitated for a moment, and finally obediently poured coffee.

"My name is Koe Tsuji (shi), and my husband Isao Tsujimura is a diplomat. We heard that Mr. Mori is the most famous detective in Tokyo, so we came to visit you."

Koe Tsujimura took off his sunglasses and said calmly.

"Isn't Kudo Shinichi the most famous high school student detective in Kanto?"

Hattori Heiji, who brought the coffee, couldn't help but speak.

"High school student? Children don't study well, and they learn how to be detectives like adults. They are just playthings."

Koe Tsujimura glanced at Hattori Heiji indifferently: "As for Kudo Shinichi, I've never heard of it."

"..."

Hattori Heiji felt that someone had slapped him in the face, and his face was hot.For the first time in my life, I have doubts. Could it be that the so-called famous high school detective is just a small circle of people entertaining themselves, but the public doesn't buy it at all?
(End of this chapter)