Science: The Little Shota of the Maori Family

Rice flower town.

Maori Detective Agency (Zhao Li's).

Xiaolan opened the door and went in, followed by Watanabe Toru.

"Dad, we're back."

The office was empty, with only several empty cans lying on the desk.

"Huh? Dad's not here." Xiaolan looked puzzled: "Did he go out to do something?"

Watanabe Toru thought that it was more likely that they would go out for a drink or play ping-pong, so he reminded her, "Sister Xiaolan, give uncle a call."

"Okay." Xiaolan took out her cell phone and called Kogoro Mouri.

After the call was connected, Xiaolan said, "Dad, Xiaoche and I are back. Why aren't you home? Where are you? ...What? Are you in the hospital?"

Watanabe Toru suddenly raised his head.

"Okay, Xiao Che and I will be right there."

After Xiaolan hung up the phone, Watanabe Toru quickly asked, "Sister Xiaolan, what happened to uncle?"

183. Maori Kogoro is hospitalized

Mihua General Hospital.

Ward 503.

Looking at Maori Kogoro lying on the hospital bed with his right leg fixed in plaster and bandaged, Xiaolan finally let go of her worries and said angrily, "Dad, you scared me to death."

Maori Kogoro's expression remained calm, as steady as an old dog. "It's just a broken bone. There's no need to make such a fuss."

Watanabe Toru looked confused: "Uncle, you were fine, how could you suddenly break your bone?"

Maori Kogoro groaned, not knowing how to explain for a moment. Ran noticed something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "Dad, didn't you do something bad?"

"Nonsense." Maori Kogoro denied it flatly: "I just suddenly remembered that today is the day of Ms. Yoko's concert, and I fell down the stairs in a hurry."

Xiaolan: "..."

Watanabe Toru: “…”

The patient in the next bed burst into laughter: "Mr. Maori, it seems that your two children cannot understand your behavior..."

Kogoro Mouri scratched his head in embarrassment.

"However, having your children visit you is truly enviable," Sekiguchi Daisaburo sighed. He was in his sixties, with the deep wrinkles between his brows and the fine crow's feet around his eyes, reflecting the vicissitudes of life. "When I was first hospitalized, many people came to see me, but lately, no one has come. It's a blessing to have someone visit you. Isn't that right, sir?"

Daisaburo Sekiguchi looked at the man in the hospital bed to his right.

However, the man didn't seem interested in this and turned his head away.

"This guy is really cold." said Kogoro Mouri.

Sekiguchi Daisaburo didn't care and said, "He was brought to the hospital on a stretcher a week ago. It seems he was in a car accident and was seriously injured."

As he was speaking, the door of the ward opened and a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked in.

When Sekiguchi Daisaburo saw the newcomer, a smile finally appeared on his old face: "It's Liangfu, what a rare visitor."

Yoshio Sekiguchi walked to his father's bedside and asked with concern, "How is your back, Dad? Is it feeling better?"

"I'm almost healed." Sekiguchi Daisaburo nodded slightly, his tone tinged with complaint. "Really? I have to be hospitalized for two weeks just because I twisted my waist. It's so embarrassing."

Guankou Liangfu smiled and looked at the bedside cabinet: "Dad, you haven't taken your medicine today?"

"Ah...I seem to have forgotten."

"That won't do." Sekiguchi Ryofu poured a glass of water and handed it to Sekiguchi Daisaburo along with the medicine: "You still have the old problem of diabetes, you must take medicine. Come, Dad."

Sekiguchi Daisaburo took the medicine and asked, "By the way, where's Xiao Gong? Why didn't she come with you? I kind of missed her."

Sekiguchi Ryofu's face looked a little unnatural: "She went ice skating with her classmates. She said she would come to see you next time."

"Really?" Sekiguchi Daisaburo sighed slightly. "Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I last saw my granddaughter."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Xiaogong just loves to play." Yoshio Sekiguchi put the water cup back on the bedside cabinet and secretly glanced at the man in the bed next to his father.

The man seemed to sense the gaze from behind him, turned his head, then straightened up and said with wide eyes: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

"No, nothing." Sekiguchi Yoshio quickly retracted his gaze.

The man snorted coldly and pulled the curtain closed.

Sekiguchi Daisaburo glanced at his son and asked, "By the way, have you caught the robber?"

"Huh?" Sekiguchi Yoshio was stunned.

"Have you forgotten? He's the one who robbed the bank where you worked last week."

"Oh, you're talking about that thing." Sekiguchi Ryofu said absentmindedly, "Looks like he's still on the run."

"In that case, why don't you talk to Mr. Maori? He might give you some clues. He's a famous detective."

Being praised as a famous detective, Maori Kogoro's eyes suddenly lit up. He put on the style of a famous detective and coughed dryly: "If you have any trouble, you can tell me."

However, Sekiguchi Yoshio didn't seem to want to ask Maori Kogoro for help. He said, "I was very scared at that time. I kept hiding under the table and shaking, so I don't know the specific situation. Ah... By the way, Dad, I have something to do and I have to leave first. I will come to see you when I have time."

"Then next time you come, be sure to bring the small bow with you," Sekiguchi Daisaburo reminded.

Guan Guliang nodded: "I understand."

Shortly after he left, Maori Kogoro suddenly remembered something and rubbed his hands and said to Xiaolan and Watanabe Toru: "By the way, Xiaolan, at three o'clock, I want to go to the living room to watch the singing competition program that Miss Yoko participated in, so could you please go downstairs and help me borrow a wheelchair?"

Xiaolan said angrily: "Dad, you are already like this, you should just lie on the bed obediently."

"No." Maori Kogoro suddenly became anxious: "I just broke my leg, it's not like I can't see anything. You don't want me to stay in the ward like this forever, right?"

Seeing her father's pitiful look, Xiaolan softened her heart and said, "Okay, okay, I'll get it for you."

Maori Kogoro immediately smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Xiaolan."

Watanabe Toru and Xiaolan left the ward and took the elevator to the first floor. When they borrowed a wheelchair and prepared to return to the ward, Xiaolan suddenly looked in one direction and said, "Huh? Isn't that Mr. Sekiguchi? Didn't he go back? Why is he still here?"

"Could he be waiting for someone?" Watanabe Toru guessed.

"Well... let's go over and say hello then."

The two of them pushed the wheelchair to Sekiguchi Yoshio, and Xiaolan said, "Mr. Sekiguchi."

Sekiguchi Yoshio raised his head abruptly, fear in his eyes. Seeing that it was Watanabe Toru and the other two, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a forced smile, "It's you..."

"Mr. Sekiguchi, why are you still here?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Um..." Sekiguchi Ryofu hesitated, looked down at the snack box in his hand, and quickly said, "I bought some food for my dad."

"I see." Xiaolan suddenly realized: "We are about to go upstairs, do you want to join us? Or we can help you bring snacks to grandpa."

"Ah... no need." Guan Gucheng waved his hands hurriedly and hugged the snack box in his hand tighter: "I'll go up by myself later."

"Okay." Xiaolan didn't force it: "Then we'll go first."

"it is good."

Watanabe Toru glanced at Sekiguchi Yoshio. The man's unusual behavior finally reminded him of a certain incident.

184. Saving Kudo Yukiko

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiaolan pushed Kogoro Mouri to the hall to watch Yoko Okino's show.

Toru Watanabe was strolling in the corridor outside the ward.

He has recalled all the related events. The patient named Akabane Goishi, who was in the same ward with Uncle Mori, was a member of the robbery gang.

Yoshio Sekiguchi was threatened by other members of the gang with his daughter to kill Akabane Goishi.

He is an innocent poor man.

Since I saw it, I might as well help him out and earn some points.

blah blah blah...

There was a sound of footsteps. Watanabe Toru looked up and saw a delicate and beautiful woman walking towards him. She had short hair and was wearing light-colored jeans, a black vest and a women's jacket. She had long legs, a thin waist and big breasts, and her mature and graceful figure was perfectly outlined.

Watanabe Toru called out: "Officer Sato."

Hearing someone calling her, Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Watanabe Toru and felt that he looked familiar. After thinking for a while, she bent down and said, "Are you Mr. Mori's friend, Watanabe Toru?"

Watanabe Toru smiled and said, "Officer Sato still remembers me."

"Of course, because you were always by Mr. Maori's side when he was helping us police solve the case. By the way, is Mr. Maori's leg okay? I heard he had a broken bone?"

"Yeah, the doctor said I need to rest up. My uncle is watching Okino Yoko's show in the hall right now."

Sato Miwako laughed: "I hope he can recover soon. Well, Xiaotetsu, I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave now."

"Wait a moment, Officer Sato." Toru Watanabe called out to Miwako Sato.

"Is there anything else?" Sato Miwako looked at him puzzled.

Watanabe Toru lowered his voice and said, "There's one thing I'd like to tell Officer Sato. The son of the patient in the bed next to Uncle Maori looks strange."

"Weird?" Sato Miwako was stunned.

Watanabe Toru nodded: "Yeah, when Sister Xiaolan and I saw him downstairs, he was holding a gift box of snacks in his hand. He said he would give it to his father later. But that grandfather has diabetes, so he should be very taboo about eating sweets."

Sato Miwako rubbed her chin and asked, "Could it be that he was careless for a moment?"

"Not only that, he looked like he was worried, and the way he looked at the patient in the next bed was strange."

"The patient in the next bed?" Sato Miwako's eyes became serious.

She naturally knew who the patient in the next bed was that Watanabe Toru was talking about. He was one of the robbers they arrested. After rescuing him from the car accident, they sent him to the hospital for treatment. At the same time, they used him as bait to attract his accomplices.

Could that Sekiguchi Yoshio be one of the accomplices? Sato Miwako thought so.

However, Watanabe Toru's next words made her deny this view.

"I also saw that uncle Guankou talking with other uncles. He seemed very scared at the time."

Scared?

Miwako Sato asked, "Xiaotetsu, do you remember the characteristics of the person who was talking to Uncle Sekiguchi?"

Watanabe Toru thought for a moment and said, "He has headphones on his ears, and it seems he's on a cell phone."

Making a mobile phone call? But mobile phones are not allowed in the ward area.

unless……

Sato Miwako pondered, and her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

She rubbed Watanabe Toru's head and said, "Xiao Toru, thank you for the clues you provided. Um... I have something important to deal with. See you next time."

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry.

That's no problem. Toru Watanabe watched Sato Miwako's back as she left, humming a little tune, and went to find Mouri Kogoro and Ran.

Five p.m.

Because patients hospitalized in Wano Country do not need family members to accompany them, Xiaolan and Watanabe Toru sent Kogoro Mouri back to the ward, told him to have a good rest, and then prepared to go home.

At the hospital entrance, police lights were flashing.

Seeing several men and women being escorted into police cars, Watanabe Toru realized that all the kidnappers had been caught.

Xiaolan asked curiously, "Did something happen in the hospital?"

Watanabe Toru said nothing, took Xiaolan's hand and said, "Sister Xiaolan, let's go back quickly. I'm hungry."

"it is good."

……

The next day.

Didan Primary School.

The last music class is approaching the lunch break.

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Sayuri Matsumoto was playing the piano. Today she was wearing a pure white T-shirt with the hem tucked into her trousers, outlining her slender waist. She had light makeup on her face, making her look even more beautiful and charming.