Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Quickly, go see what's wrong!" Mouri Kogoro immediately gave instructions.

And his daughter, disciple, and the kid who used to borrow have all rushed out, and only the agent is still with him.

Mouri Kogoro suddenly felt a little heartache.

"Mr. Mouri, don't you go and take a look? The scream seems to be coming from the sushi restaurant." As he passed by Kogoro Moori, Shinshige reminded him when he saw the uncle staying in place.

Kogoro Mouri shook his head and said, "Sure enough, I am getting older. In fact, children have their own lives."

Xinfan looked inexplicable, what kind of nerves did the uncle make today?

By the time they rushed past, the Iroha Sushi Restaurant had been controlled by the two detectives who had arrived first, and all the guests could only stay in the restaurant and were not allowed to leave.

By the window, a man in a khaki trench coat collapsed on his back to the ground.

Wear a trench coat in the summer?

Takeokayama Katsushika was the first person to notice Nobuhiro. He nodded lightly at him and said, "Mr. Asano, you are here."

Xinfan walked up to him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This guest ordered sake before, and he stayed on the table not long after drinking, as if he was drunk. It wasn't until the lady over there pushed him that we found out that the person was dead."

Conan checked the deceased's condition and was about to speak, but the next second his collar was lifted up.

"How many times have I told you, don't run around at the crime scene, you will destroy the evidence!" After all, Kogoro Mouri skillfully threw Conan to Molilan.

Mao Lilan took it with both hands, holding Conan not to let him go down, and gently persuaded: "Conan, we can't trouble Dad."

"I won't run around, I just want to see..."

"The person is dead, and the time of death is about half an hour to an hour." Shiliang Zhenchun stood up beside the corpse, "There is an almond smell in his mouth, which is presumed to be cyanide poisoning. All the food and drinks in the store are temporarily Don't move, especially those on the table of the deceased, it is best to send all of them for inspection."

Kogoro Mouri looked around for a week and asked, "What about your boss, why don't you see people in such a big event in the store?"

However, no one answered his question. Instead, they all focused on the calm Asano Nobuhiro.

Mouri Kogoro was stunned: "Asano, why do they all look at you?"

Conan was speechless: "Uncle, have you forgotten? Brother Asano is the owner of Iroha Sushi Restaurant!"

Xinfan smiled, "That's right, but before starting the investigation, did you forget anything, Mr. Maori?"

"what's up?"

Xinfan took out his mobile phone and said calmly, "Call the police."

The detectives present were stunned for a full second, and then Mouri Kogoro patted his head in annoyance and said: "Yes, yes, Xiaolan, call the police!"

Because every time they participate in the investigation and find the murderer, the detective is responsible for it, and they forget the role of the police for a while. Some things are more appropriate for the police to come forward, such as detaining all the customers and employees of the sushi restaurant.

Officer Mumu was late, and when he arrived with his subordinates, the detectives had already figured out the basic situation of the case.

"Well, in other words, this sushi restaurant is located next to the Maori detective office and the music classroom, and the owner is still the manager of the Maori brother. Is that correct?"

"Yes, exactly."

Officer Megome paused for a second, then raised his eyes to look at Kogoro Mouri: "Then there was no accident until today, it's amazing."

Xin Fan looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, he was just a mainline superscript, and he would never be confused with death.

"Who was the first person to spot the dead?" Officer Megome asked.

A woman with big brown wavy curly hair stepped forward: "It's me, Mr. Officer."

"name."

"Thousands of Miles in the West Village."

"what occupation?"

This was just the most basic routine inquiry, but Nishimura Chiri suddenly fell silent.

Officer Mumu looked up at her and repeated the question: "What is your occupation?"

Nishimura Chisato smiled, her face stiff: "I work in a nearby bar."

Officer Mumu nodded and said that he knew, then he withdrew his gaze: "So does anyone know the identity of the deceased?"

"I know, I know him." It was Nishimura Chisato, and she quickly replied, "His name is Taro Hirayama and he is a doctor at Yonehuacho MAE Hospital."

"MAE Hospital?" Officer Megome wondered, "Is there a hospital by this name in Mihua Town?"

"It seems to be the plastic surgery hospital on Sanchome?" Takagi Shibuya guessed.

Nishimura Chisato nodded: "MAE is said to be the top three plastic surgery hospital in Japan, and Hirayama is often proud of it."

"Ms. Nishimura, you seem to be familiar with Mr. Heiyama Taro, what is your relationship?" Shiliang's pure and sharp eyes swept towards Nishimura Qianli.

Qianli Nishimura paused before repliing: "He is a frequent visitor at the bar where I work, and we should be considered as close friends."

Shiliang really understood it, and it seemed that the relationship between the deceased and the first discoverer might still be a lover.

This is more interesting, or is it driven by profit?

"Memo Police Department!" A police officer walked quickly into the sushi restaurant. "The results of the forensic department came out. After inspection, it was found that there was potassium cyanide in the wine glass. In addition to the fingerprints of the deceased, we also detected another A person’s fingerprint."

Officer Mumu's expression immediately became serious: "Who has been in contact with this wine glass?"

"I remember Mr. Hirayama's table should be in charge of Takeoka-kun today?" A clerk turned through the store's record and asked, "The dishes and drinks were prepared by Mr. Ishikawa."

Suddenly everyone's eyes focused on Takeokayama Masaru.

Takeokayama was greeted by many gazes, and his expression was still very calm: "Yes, we are indeed serving Mr. Hirayama today, right, Mr. Ishikawa, UU reading www.uukanshu.com?"

He looked in the direction of the back kitchen, and it was only then that a middle-aged man of about fifty years old walked out slowly.

He wears a black blindfold on his eyes, which looks fierce, like the underworld boss in a TV series.

When Xinfan saw him, his eyelids jerked.

Did Rum end himself so soon? ?

But he soon discovered that it was wrong.

Rum's left eye is fitted with a fake eyeball, but this Mr. Ishikawa's eye with a blindfold is on the right. His left eye is healthy, it should not be rum.

"If you are talking about the gentleman who is going to drink early in the morning, it is indeed the dish I prepared for him." Said Ishikawa Taihong.

Takagi said: "Then please cooperate with our work and compare the fingerprint information."

"I don't think I need to do this." Takeokayama Katsuya refused with a smile. "I am used to wearing gloves when I work. The fingerprints on the cup cannot be mine."