I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 448 Guangyou: Don't get me wrong, I just want to despise you
"I remember it being here."

Guangyou stood in front of the gate of Mi Hua Hotel, raised his head and glanced at this magnificent hotel, "How many rooms are there?"

"2001?"

Guangyou himself couldn't remember exactly where the case happened this time, but he only remembered that it was at the Rice Flower Restaurant.

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

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

Police officer Mumu pointed to the top: "Didn't you come with brother Maoli?"

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

Guangyou went down the donkey along the slope, and picked up something to say.

"Then let's go up together."

Police Officer Mu Mu did not suspect him, nodded, and said, "However, Brother Maoli has already said that it is room 2004, so it would be redundant for you to come down and pick us up."

"Ha ha.."

Guangyou scratched his head and gave a sloppy look, "Who knows what Uncle Mao Li thinks, I don't even bother to come down."

"Forget it, it's important to handle the case."

Police officer Megure didn't ask any further questions, and walked into the Rice Flower Restaurant with Takagi and a group of staff.

"Brother Maori, have you discovered anything now?"

As soon as Police Officer Mu Mu entered the door and glanced at the scene, he focused on Uncle Mao Li.

Uncle Mao Li shook his head: "The situation at the scene looks very similar to the fact that the deceased died of a heart attack. I don't have any clues yet."

Officer Megure went to the side of the deceased and knelt down, and at the same time said to Takagi behind him: "Brother Takagi, let the laboratory examine the cause of death of the deceased."

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

"When did you come?"

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

"Also, don't you know that people are frightening and frightening to death?"

Conan was speechless for a while, just now he was still thinking about who the murderer was and the next arrangement, but was interrupted, and he couldn't think of it all at once.

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

"Yes, wasn't there an explosion before, and Tequila who died that time had a deal with Takuo Itakura who died this time."

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

"Oh."

Guangyou nodded, glanced at the person lying on the ground who would never get up, and seemed to have a feeling, "This is Itakura Taku, and he looks like a programmer."

Conan glanced at Yuu, then turned his head to look at Taku Itakura, who had a worrying hairline, and asked suspiciously, "Is there any need for connection?"

"I often work overtime and stay up late, so my hairline must be set back."

Guangyou glanced at Conan, and said disdainfully, "I'm still a detective, I don't know about such things."

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

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

"Forehead"

Conan was completely speechless.

While the two were talking, Takagi came in from the door.

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

Takagi took out his police handbook and introduced, "The deceased's name is Takuo Itakura, 45 years old, a system engineer with a history of heart disease."

"Police Department, I haven't found any useful information here."

The laboratory personnel in white coats held a medicine bottle and said, "The cause of death cannot be further determined at present. The deceased had no obvious trauma. According to the fact that he is currently taking coronary artery dilators, it is likely that the death was caused by a heart attack."

"It should have been two days since he died."

After the staff of the inspection department took a final look at Pan Cangzhuo, they made a conclusion to Police Officer Mumu, "At present, this is the only thing that can be detected."

Police officer Mu Mu nodded without showing any disappointment on his face: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Police! I have contacted the doctor in charge of the deceased."

At this time, Chiba, who was still a thin man, hurried into the room and said, "He said that Mr. Itakura's heart has deteriorated very seriously. He was originally scheduled to undergo surgery immediately after the current work is over."

Police officer Mu Mu stood up, turned his head and looked at Uncle Mao Li, and there seemed to be some small resentment in his tone: "It seems that this time, brother Mao Li, you will not have a chance to stand out."

Guangyou watched from the sidelines and laughed to himself, and police officer Mu Mu also "hated and loved" his former colleague.

"Hate", because Uncle Mori made the police lose face. There was Kudo Shinichi, the savior of the Japanese police, and now there is a 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.

It's not that he doesn't know what happened back then, and it's not that he doesn't know why he left the Metropolitan Police Department.

What if a detective who is just a passer-by has been trying to solve the case for the police?

The result is two: either join or leave
Police officer Mu Mu shook his head, thinking of the current investigation results, he was also a little puzzled: "It is estimated that it will be two days before the death, and no one found the hotel?"

Naito Johei from the Mediterranean explained: "It should be because he doesn't like other people messing around in his work place."

"That should be the reason."

The younger Xu Beiker couldn't help complaining, "Last time I only moved the documents on his desk by ten centimeters, and I was severely scolded in the end."

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

Officer Mumu noticed the three people at the crime scene, turned to look at Uncle Mao Li, 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 Mori glanced at Itakura Taku who was lying on the ground in the cold, and shrugged helplessly, "And that's it."

Police officer Mu Mu also wiped off his cold sweat after hearing this: "It seems that your killing skills have improved again, brother Maoli."

"Hey" Uncle Mao Li squinted at Police Officer Mu with dissatisfaction, "This has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't matter if you say it or not."

Officer Megure recalled the work situation during this period of time, and said, "Since you became famous, the workload of our first search department has doubled, and this is not counting the workload of police officers in other places."

Uncle Maori didn't find any point of rebuttal: "Is this?"

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the same. Ever since he became famous as the sleeping Kogoro, he has encountered more murder cases than he used to in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Thinking of this, Uncle Mao Li also had doubts about himself, and said to himself, "How about going back to the temple to burn incense?"

(End of this chapter)