Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Dad, how can you order premium sushi?" Mao Lilan disagreed.

Mouri Kogoro smiled and patted the lottery ticket in his chest pocket: "Don't worry, I'm carrying this!"

Conan puzzled: "Which is this?"

Nobuman explained his confusion: "Mr. Maori picked up someone else's horse racing lottery ticket and won the first prize."

"Oh, embezzling other people's lost items." Conan said calmly.

Mouri Kogoro's fist was hardened, and he was about to impose a long-lost set of force sanctions on Conan, but Wakita Kenno brought over the draft beer in time.

As he put the beer in front of Kogoro Mouri, he sighed: "This guest, you are really different, you actually invested so much money on such a bad wine as a pirate."

Maori Kogoro was stunned: "How, how do you know? Did you see me picking up lottery tickets?"

Nobufan drank the oolong tea calmly. He knew that Rum must follow Sherlock Holmes and come up with an inexplicable reasoning in front of the famous detective.

Sure enough, Wakita Kanze waited for Mouri Kogoro to ask: "Pick up? What are you talking about, I just reasoned. I heard from the store manager that Mr. Mouri Kogoro next door is very stingy, except for Asano. I don't usually come to our restaurant for dinner, except for guests. Even if I do occasionally, it is often after winning a horse race. Although Mr. Asano is with you today, you are in charge of whether you enter the door, do it, or place an order. It can be inferred that It was you who invited Mr. Asano to dinner. You also ordered special dishes, and considering the recent competition, I guess you must have bet on the unpopular pirate's wine and won the Manma Cai."

Mouri Kogoro was stunned by this reasoning of Wakida Kannori, and his pride as a famous detective was once again rubbed against the ground by others.

The store manager said helplessly, "Wakita, it's inappropriate for you to say that. It's not my idea to be stingy or anything, I just repeated Takeoka-kun's original words to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm not very strict with my words."

"Mr. Wakida." Conan raised his head and asked innocently, "What's wrong with your eyes? Why are you wearing the dressing?"

Kanze Wakida reached out and stroked his left eye: "This is not a dressing, my eyes are injured and can't see the light, so I have to cover them with an eye patch first. It is for this reason that the store manager let me in the store. Help, I actually applied for the first job as a chef."

"Ah, you can make sushi too!"

"Of course, my craft is very good!"

Conan turned his eyes away from Wakida Kannori and turned to look at Nobunaga: "Speaking of which, Officer Kuroda's eyes were also injured, but Mr. Kuroda's right eye was injured."

"Officer Kuroda?" Nobunaga looked puzzled.

"Senior Kuroda Heiwei, the head of the Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters Search Division 1." Conan said while paying attention to Nobuyuki's expression.

Could it be that he guessed wrong, Mr. Asano really didn't know what happened in Nagano Prefecture? Could the woodpecker really have nothing to do with the organization?

Subconsciously, Conan was still inclined to be the organized pusher behind the Woodpecker Club, but Nobuhiro Asano's expression was too calm, which made him a little uncertain for a while.

Moreover, Heihe Kuroda and his old police department are very strange. After Conan returned to Tokyo, he tried to get to know the police officer Ogami, but unfortunately he had limited connections and could not find any information about the police officer Ogami. And Kuroda Bee is even weirder. Conan can't even check Kuroda Bee on the official website of the National Police Agency or the Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters. He seems to have disappeared from the world suddenly.

What's more, the time they went to Nagano Prefecture happened to be a few days when Asano Nobunaga disappeared, which made Conan have to suspect that the organization had actions at that time.

"Eh? Did you meet the Section Chief of the Search Section 1 last time you went to Nagano?" Nobuhan's face was full of surprise, "I heard from Mr. Mori that you didn't participate in the investigation."

Mouri Kogoro silently complained on the side: "That's because I think the police in Nagano don't need help at all."

While Nobuhan and the others were chatting, Wakida Kenno never left. Relying on the fact that there were no other customers in the store, he stood by and listened on the grounds of hospitality, occasionally inserting a sentence or two.

Conan felt strange and asked him, "Mr. Wakita, why are you here all the time, don't you need to go to the kitchen to help?"

"No." Wakida Kanze lowered his head slightly and gave Conan a kind smile, "The store manager thinks that it is dangerous for me to hold a knife in one eye. Besides, I would also like to hear Mr. Mori talk about the cases he was involved in."

Maori Kogoro drank half a glass of beer, and raised an eyebrow when he heard the words: "Why, are you very interested in detective work?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry to say that. I have admired you for a long time. If I have the opportunity, I really want to improve the way of being a detective under your guidance." Before Mouri Kogoro replied, the kitchen bell rang, Wakita Kanen Then he hurriedly said, "The special sushi is ready."

Four servings of premium sushi with high-quality ingredients were put on the table. Conan's one looked very bland because there was no wasabi. Of course, it tasted like that. It's a pity that Conan now has the face of a primary school student, and he can't ask for mustard.

"One more draft beer!" Kogoro Mouri raised the empty glass and said to Kanonori Wakita.

"okay!"

Kanon Wakida came with a cold draft beer in his hand, and he stumbled towards Nobunaga suddenly and unintentionally on the way. Nobuban quickly caught the cup, avoiding the embarrassment of being drenched with beer on the spot.

"Sorry, sorry!" Wakida Kanno hurriedly bowed to Nobunaga, "The floor has just been waxed, it's too slippery."

"It's alright." Nobunaga put the cup in Maori Kogoro's hand~www.readwn.com~ and gave Rum a strange look.

What was the plot trend of the vicious female supporting actress in urban youth literature just now? Could he be so embarrassed to change his clothes and make "her" the center of attention again?

Kanon Wakida sniffed the air earnestly, like a keen hound.

"What's wrong?" Mauri Kogoro asked.

Kenno Wakida moved closer to Nobunaga and said solemnly, "Mr. Asano was on a date with his girlfriend before he came, right?"

Nobuhan politely stepped back and kept a social distance from him: "I'm sorry, I'm single so far and have never been in a relationship."

"Hey, why is this?" Wakida Kannoori, like many elderly people who are looking forward to holding a grandson, showed disappointment, "I smelled a faint perfume on Mr. Asano, and it's not a men's perfume, I thought Asano I just met my girlfriend."

Hearing that Conan was very curious, and he also leaned over: "It seems to be true, but Mr. Wakita can smell such a faint smell?"