Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 200 Irregular driving, two lines of tears from relatives

Two hours later, while a group of people were sitting in a coffee shop near the hospital waiting for news, an email from a subordinate arrived.

Attached is a photo - the "kettle" was found, and it turned out to be a twisted long strip made of cardboard.

The Shiratori Police Department turned the phone screen outwards and showed it to others:
"Dr. Li was indeed attacked by the same prisoner. He has nothing to do with the political and legal circles. Now it seems that the murderer's target is more likely to be Mr. Maori. If you think about it carefully, who hates you so much? This level?"

"Hmm..." Mori Kogoro frowned, folded his arms, and played back all the criminals who were imprisoned because of him.However, there were too many people and the time was too long. He really couldn't determine who was the culprit of this series of incidents.

There were one or two people who were impressed.

When he was about to say those names, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and a figure who shouldn't appear outside walked in with a beer belly.

Bai Shu looked up, and his forehead twitched, "Mu Mu Police Department, your body is important, don't try too hard."

"It's okay, the wound has been healed, and I have a strong recovery ability." Mumu Police Department looked down at his stomach, squeezed a seat from the couch they were sitting on, and said seriously:

"I heard that Dr. Eri and Dr. Ali were also attacked. I couldn't lie down, so I wanted to come and have a look. In addition, if this series of things is really as you guessed, it was aimed at brother Maori, then I think alone."

"Who?" Mori Kogoro looked at him asking for confirmation.

The Mumu Police Department took out his pocket sideways, "I checked the people Mao Li had arrested in the past, and compared them with the people released recently, and then I found him—"

He took out a photo and put it on the table.

The photo was taken in a casino. The tall man in the center of the composition, wearing a straight vest and shirt, was sitting at the poker table dealing cards with ease.

Behind him was a group of glamorous high-class people, wearing expensive dresses and jewelry, each holding a glass of magnificent red wine, some clinked glasses, some whispered to each other, and most of them just held the wine and focused on the card table.

"The one in the middle is Murakami Takeshi. He used to work as a dealer in a local casino. He was imprisoned for murder ten years ago. He was released after serving his sentence a week ago. The people who sent him to prison were me and Brother Maori."

When Shiratori Police Department heard the name of Murakami Takeshi, he had a vague impression, "I seem to have heard of it, maybe the one who was brought to the police station said that he was going to the toilet, and then took advantage of..."

"Officer Shiratori." Mumu Police Department suddenly interrupted Shiratori's words. He pinched the brim of his hat and pressed down on his hat, saying seriously, "Don't mention the past."

"Ah? Alright..." The White Bird Police Department subconsciously glanced at Xiaolan, stopped, and looked down at the notepad where he had written a bunch of question marks.

Mori Kogoro wouldn't take the initiative to mention this matter, he just didn't quite understand, "If it's really Jo Murakami, why didn't he come to me directly?"

"...", Bai Shu also began to bow his head and flip through the notebook.

The important characters who were injured one after another, the enigma that grew bigger, the suspenseful atmosphere that progressed step by step... Bai Shu would not believe that there was no one who was destined to die.

In order to prevent the fine, I can only feel sorry for the soulful brother, who made him unlucky, when he was looking for it, it happened that there was no one alive in the detective agency.

Thinking that he had lost his face and made him an indescribable manga, Bai Shu's conscience suddenly jumped alive. He closed the book and straightened his spine again.

And when he was wrestling with his conscience that was not yet dead, the trio of uncles next to him had a long chattering discussion and finally came to a conclusion:
Murakami wanted to persecute the people around Mori Kogoro, create pressure on him, make him miserable and helpless, and finally push him into a corner.

Mori Kogoro frowned when he heard that, "So he is such a sinister person, I really didn't see it back then, I just thought he was impulsive and reckless..."

Hearing this sentence, Bai Shu's conscience ached again.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Mr. Maori, do you remember the person with 'ten' in his name? No matter who the prisoner is, it is always true that he is killing people in numerical order."

The Mumu Police Department thought it was true, and recovered from the topic just now, grabbed Kogoro Mouri, "Yes, think about it quickly!"

"I'm thinking about it, ten, ten..."

For Mori Kogoro, this is much easier to think about than 11 and Jack.

——A week ago, he angered Fei Yingli by showing that he was very familiar with the owner of the nightclub, and the name of the owner of the nightclub was...

"Miss Towako!"

Thinking of the gentle, considerate and innocent nightclub owner, Mori Kogoro jumped up with a livid face.

……

It was getting dark very early, and the street where the nightclub was located was bustling with traffic. Two cars, one in front of the other, were stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour before finally driving slowly to the vicinity of the "Ten Hezi" nightclub.

A group of people rushed out of the car, Shiratori and Mumu showed their police IDs, and ran into the club under the horrified eyes of the security guards.

Towako received the news from the security guard at the gate, and walked out wearing a kimono with small steps, just in time to meet Kogoro Mori with an anxious face.

She covered her lips and gasped, "Mr. Maori?"

"Miss Towako!" Looking at Towako who was unscathed, Mori Kogoro was very excited.

First time!For the first time, the victim was successfully protected before the criminals attacked!What does this mean?This means that luck is still on your side!

Mori Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed her hand, "It's great that you're fine!"

"Hey...why do you say that?", Towako understood Kogoro Mori's subtext, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Mori Kogoro explained the situation to her in a few words.

Shihezi thanked the policemen, and then gestured to the tall and burly bodyguards at the door, saying that he would pay more attention and don't worry.

The uncles still couldn't let go, and planned to stay and protect Towako, and at the same time let the two minors go home to rest first.

Mori Kogoro took out the car keys and handed them to Bai Shu, and solemnly ordered, "I won't go back tonight, you must protect Xiaolan and Conan, if the criminal really came after me, it cannot be ruled out that he wants to get away from the mountain and take advantage of it." I'm out of the possibility of attacking my family."

"Don't worry." Bai Shu stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and grabbed the keys into the palm of his hand.

Xiaolan put her hands behind her back, held the key and took two steps back. Conan stood beside her, and they both laughed dryly, "Let's just take the bus back by ourselves!"

"Nonsense! No one can guarantee that the criminal will attack by name. You are all in danger now!" Mouri Kogoro took two steps forward, one with each hand, and touched their heads:

"I know you don't want to cause trouble to adults, but at this time, safety comes first."

"..."

It's because safety comes first that I don't want him to send it!

At this moment, Conan and Xiaolan's hearts are strangely synchronized.

(End of this chapter)