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

Chapter 764 Suspect Maori?
After enjoying the hug for a while, Guangyou let go of his hands, and picked up the clothes that Xiao Ai took out on the bed before.

Spreading the eyes, Guangyou nodded in satisfaction, put on his clothes, tidied up a little, then smiled and said: "The clothes are not bad, either."

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

While talking, 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 these clothes very much, the style suits his taste very much, it is also very comfortable to wear, and it saves trouble.

Perhaps this is also because of the similar styles. T-shirts, sweaters, and pants can all match each other, and they all look good without being obtrusive at all.

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

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

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

Cup household town [-]-chome.

Thanks to the efforts of firefighters, the flames that took the life of Ryoko Zhujiao finally subsided.

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

The police didn't think about it, and refused decisively: "This really doesn't work."

"Will that tell us where the fire started?" Conan asked.

The policeman still refused decisively: "No."

"What's the point of disclosing a little information?" Uncle Maori complained.

"Even if it's Mr. Mori's request, we can only refuse." The policeman was very embarrassed. He naturally knew that the man in front of him was the famous detective Mori Kogoro.

If possible, he certainly wouldn't mind telling the famous detective the information he had collected so far, but as a policeman, he had to follow the rules.

"Sorry, Mr. Maori, we still have to do things according to the regulations." The policeman waved his hand and refused again.

Just when the few people wanted to continue to try clichés, a male voice suddenly came from behind.

"Fire scenes are not your business."

Hearing the sound, Uncle Mao Li turned his head and glanced, and then his expression suddenly became a little complicated: "You are the fire daddy of the first class!"

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

"The former boss?" Hattori Heiji looked at Uncle Mori suspiciously, and asked, "Didn't your previous job be to investigate current criminals?"

"Let me introduce first. He is the police officer Bowshang who is in charge of fire and crime investigations in the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Section." Uncle Maori explained later, "I used to work under him for a while."

"You made me suffer a lot back then." Police Officer Gong Chang took off the cigarette from his mouth and said, "When a fire breaks out, you can conclude that it was the arsonist who rushed to the scene and got rid of the evidence at the scene. It's a mess."

"." Uncle Maori was a little embarrassed.

"I was warned by the fire department several times because of this." Officer Gong Chang didn't save Uncle Mao Li at all, "I don't know if you still remember Mao Li."

"Didn't I run in with you back then?" Uncle Mao Li twitched the corners of his mouth and complained in his heart.

"However, this time I'm sure it's an arson case." Officer Gong Chang said, "We also found the statue of the red horse at the scene of the fire."

"After investigation by the Forensics Department, the statue of the red horse is in line with the conditions of the three previous accidents."

Hattori Heiji and Conan, who had seen the statue of the red horse a long time ago, were not surprised, but Uncle Mori raised his doubts: "Mr. Gongchang, could this be someone who deliberately imitated this technique after seeing it in the media?" What about the perpetrator?"

"Stupid, there is no such possibility." Police officer Gong Zhang glanced at Uncle Mao Li, and said, "How can you make an identical horse just by looking at the photos in the media?"

"Those red horses were made from the same mold. If they weren't commercially available, the suspect probably thought the red horses looked good, so he produced them himself."

"Excuse me, where is the fire?"

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

"Forget it, let's do it," Uncle Mao Li replied casually.

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

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

Hattori Heiji and Conan on the side nodded after hearing this.

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

"Just look at those shoe prints carefully and you should be able to catch the arsonist."

When mentioning the shoe prints, Uncle Mao Li coughed lightly, and explained to Police Officer Gongchang with a little embarrassment: "Actually, there are some of our shoe prints in those shoe prints."

"what?"

The bow-length police officer, who was still confident in the last second, suddenly became uneasy, and his tone rose a little, "Your shoe prints are also mixed with those shoe prints?"

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

"She said that there were suspicious people wandering around in the middle of the night, so let us come and investigate." Hattori Heiji took over the conversation and continued to explain, "But the aunt told us that she was nervous and canceled the commission."

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

"We had to run to the yard to observe the situation from the window, but we didn't expect to find something very unusual."

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

"It's that man who seems to have an affair with Ms. Liangzi. He searched the room all over the place to find a video tape proving their relationship!" Uncle Mao Li's tone suddenly rose.

"Maoli, why are you shouting so loudly? I can hear you clearly." Officer Gong Chang took a step back, looked at Uncle Maoli, and complained, "In my opinion, your behavior is more unusual, right?"

"Eh?" Uncle Mao Li also reacted, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Okay, you don't need to talk about it." Police Officer Gong Chang patted Uncle Mao Li on the shoulder, and said to several people, "Wait a minute, you guys also want to leave your shoe prints to the police."

Hearing this sentence, Uncle Mao Li swallowed dryly, turned his head to look at the hands on his shoulders, and asked, "No, no way, are we also suspects?"

As if looking at Uncle Maori with a strange expression on his face as if looking at a fool, Police Officer Gong Chang explained speechlessly: "I said, Maori, I also know that the purpose of doing this is to distinguish your shoe prints from those of the arsonist. Come on?"

"Oh, that's it." Uncle Mao Li coughed lightly, trying to ease the embarrassment.

　Apologies in advance. Actually, I really want to post candy, but the state is a bit wrong, and I can't think of a good plot.

　　I'm sorry, I'll adjust my status tonight, go read related novels and dramas, and try to adjust back as much as possible.

　　I'm really sorry.
　　Really
　　
　
(End of this chapter)