Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

　　 A week later, when night fell, a mahjong hall in 5chome, Yonehuacho had just begun to lively.

　　 Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori made up the table, frowning and thinking about how to play cards.

　　 After receiving no commissions for several days, he became bored with Uncle Maori and became poker friends, and the relationship between the two finally improved a lot.

　　 However, compared with Uncle Maori in a good mood, Gao Cheng's face is getting worse and worse, almost sinking into the water.

　　 Uncle Maori said that there is nothing wrong with losing money at the poker table, just as paying tuition, but the uncle himself hasn't lost much from start to finish, but he has been paying the "tuition".

　　 I have lost food expenses for a week...

　　 The original owner has hardly touched Mahjong, he is similar, he only watched others play before crossing, and the Japanese gameplay seems to be different, he only knows a little bit because of a manga artist.

　　 "Hmm." Uncle Maori looked at the mahjong in front of him solemnly, and after hesitating, suddenly a small hand stretched out from the uncle's dazed gaze, and without a word he pushed out a five-tube.

　　 "What?!" The uncle reacted and raised Conan who was intervening in anger, "You actually beat my cards again!"

　　 "What's the matter?" The poker tablemate smiled and took over the game. "Man Maori, you are so lucky today. It's just a trivial loss..."

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Conan happily knocked down the cards without waiting for his uncle's consent.

　　 "All, eight stations!"

　　 "Huh?!" Gao Cheng's eyes are straight. Who can tell him why Conan can play mahjong?

　　 "Haha, I won again, take the money, get the money soon!" Uncle Maori was overjoyed.

　　 "Ah, I really convinced you, it's amazing," the losing poker smiled helplessly, got up and left the card table and said, "I'm so lucky today. Sorry, I have to go first."

　　 "But there is a shortage of people like this..."

　　 "By the way, let's find Feitian." The remaining player pointed to the opposite side of the mahjong hall and proposed, "It is the president of Feitian who runs the financial company on the opposite side."

"Finance company?"

　　 Gao Cheng looked out the window and saw that there was indeed a "Fitian Finance" in the opposite building.

　　 "Does the president of the financial company play with you?"

　　 "In fact, he is a loan shark. President Feita's only pleasure is counting money and playing mahjong," the card friend laughed. "If you find him, you will definitely come."

　　 After a while, the poker player returned to the poker table after making the phone call: "He is still counting the money. He said he will be there in 30 minutes, so we need someone to make up the count first."

　　 "Let me come, then," Conan volunteered, "I will play it before he comes..."

"No!" Xiao Lan, who was still in school uniform, appeared with her arms akimbo, and stared at Uncle Maori and Gao Cheng angrily, "Really! I wonder why Conan hasn't come back yet, so you guys brought him here. Up!"

　　 "Xiao, Xiaolan..."

　　 "Conan is only in elementary school, how can he teach him to play mahjong!"

　　 "That," the uncle said in a cold sweat, "I brought him to learn some numbers and Chinese characters..."

　　 "Really?" Xiaolan held Conan coldly, "Go home, Conan!"

　　 "By the way, Xiao Lan," the card friend asked, "Would you like to try it? Just play for half an hour."

　　 "No," Xiao Lan turned her head and said disgustedly, "I don't want to play this dark and unhealthy adult game!"

"Oh?"

　　 high into the eyelids jumped, and then sank again.

　　 Nearly half an hour later.

　　 "Huh!" Xiao Lan happily held her hands and pushed the cards, "Look, this time it's all Chinese characters, so beautiful!"

　　 "It's crazy again..."

　　 "Big and big ternary...there are all the same words! How can I even use this kind of cards?!"

　　 The few people at the same table were all scared to pee, and even Gao Cheng couldn't help but feel a little weak.

　　 Xiao Lan at the poker table is like a demon, everyone is dominated by her innocent smile for nearly half an hour...

　　 Why didn’t you know Xiaolan was so good before? Why don’t you know Xiaolan’s personality? If he knew it, he wouldn't play mahjong with Xiaolan if he was killed.

　　 "Horrible woman..."

　　 Gao Cheng wiped off his cold sweat, looked at the green-faced Uncle Maori and his poker friends next to him, and said, "Well, I don't feel like I'm suitable for playing cards today. Let's go another day."

"Ah, that's right," the card friend reacted and quickly echoed, "Weird, Feitian is really slow. It's almost half an hour. I went to call and ask. He seemed to be flustered before, I don't know. Is there something wrong?"

　　 "Beep beep!" A busy tone sounded, but it was not connected.

　　 "It's weird, no one answered, the office lights are bright..."

　　 Gao Cheng's complexion slightly condensed, and he looked closely at Feitian Finance in the opposite building.

　　 After crossing into the world of Conan, the case has almost become a part of daily life, especially when the Maori Uncle, known as the "god of death," and Conan are often together, it is possible to encounter incidents anytime and anywhere.

　　 Since he failed to predict the death of Boss Kanaya in the last Holmes fan murder incident, he is now quite sensitive to these...

　　 "Let's go over and take a look."

　　 Many buildings in this area are similar in structure. Feitian Finance and Gao Cheng's detective office are both on the second floor, and the windows are clearly still lit.

　　 After the group rushed to the door, they kept shouting, but they never got a response from the president of Feita. At this moment, a financial company employee came back.

　　 "What's wrong? What are you doing at the door of our company?"

　　 The man in front of him was in his 30s and 40s, wearing a pair of glasses, and he looked a little gentle.

　　 "We waited for your boss to play mahjong and couldn't wait for anyone, so we just came over and called him."

　　 "Are our president still inside?"

　　 The man opened the door and saw that the light inside was still on.

　　 "By the way, why are you coming back?" Uncle Maori asked strangely~www.NovelMTL.com~ because my phone number was forgotten in the company..."

　　 The man looked around, picked up a mobile phone on the table and said to everyone: "If you look for the president, he should be in the president's room."

There was no response from the president’s room, and the door was locked from the inside. Without a spare key, Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori had to bang open the door, only to see a fat-eared middle-aged man falling into a pile of banknotes. The face is terrible.

　　 "I have died!"

　　 Gao Cheng approached the corpse, faintly smelling a bitter almond.

　　 is potassium cyanide poisoning, a common severe poison in Conan...

　　 Taking advantage of the time when Uncle Maori blocked the scene and let everyone call the police, Gao Cheng carefully looked at the president's room.

　　 The door is locked from the inside, the only key is on the desk, and the window is locked from the inside...

　　 The person who planned to play mahjong a moment ago had no reason to commit suicide suddenly. This was a murder in a secret room.

　　 Gao Cheng turned his gaze to and around the corpse again.

　　 Since it wasn't suicide, someone had poisoned it. There was no food at the scene, the only suspicious thing was a cup of coffee.

　　 The specific situation can only be investigated after the police arrive.

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