Science: The Little Shota of the Maori Family

Just then, a woman's voice came from the door.

As Maori Kogoro and his companions walked out, a woman wearing glasses and carrying a golf bag stood in the entrance hall, changing her shoes. Upon seeing Maori Kogoro and his companions, the woman was startled for a moment before glaring at them, "Who are you? How dare you come into someone else's house without permission? If you don't leave now, I'm going to call the police."

292. Maori Kogoro's Little Fanboy

Seeing that he and the others were misunderstood, Maori Kogoro hurriedly explained: "No... Actually, we are..."

Before he could finish, a middle-aged man's panicked voice came from the living room: "Mr. Shibata? What's wrong with you, Mr. Shibata? Wake up..."

problem occurs?

Maori Kogoro's heart skipped a beat, and without time to explain, he turned and ran to the living room, with the others following closely behind him.

A man in his forties lay on the living room floor, his eyes wide open and dead, the blood flowing from his head had already coagulated, and his right hand was clutching a photo.

Maori Kogoro quickly walked over to Shibata Shiro and squatted down. He felt his carotid artery, then shook his head and sighed, "He's dead."

"Why, how could this happen..."

As Shibata Shiro's wife, Kyoko Shibata found it difficult to accept the reality and fainted in grief.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Yokomizo Sango of the Shizuoka Prefectural Police Headquarters arrived at the scene with his team. Upon seeing Maori Kogoro, Yokomizo Sango let out a soft "Excuse me," then stepped forward and asked uncertainly, "Excuse me, are you the famous detective Maori Kogoro?"

"It's me." Kogoro Mouri nodded.

Upon hearing Maori Kogoro's confession, Yokomizo Sango's expression suddenly brightened. He grasped Maori Kogoro's hands, and like a fan meeting his idol, he excitedly said, "Mr. Maori, I've long heard of your name. I've heard that you've solved many difficult cases, and I often read about you in the newspapers."

"Yes...is that so." Yokomizo Chanwu's enthusiasm made Kogoro Mouri a little uncomfortable for a moment, and he could only force a smile.

Fortunately, Yokomizo Sango hadn't forgotten his business and quickly released Maori Kogoro. He humbly asked him, "Mr. Maori, what are your thoughts on this case?"

Maori Kogoro pondered for a moment and expressed his opinion: "Judging from the circumstances at the crime scene, the murderer should be someone Mr. Shibata knew."

"Oh?" Henggou Chanwu raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think so?"

Kogoro Maori looked around the scene. "If it was a stranger who committed the crime, then the reason he killed Mr. Shibata was most likely because he was caught stealing and had no choice but to kill him. However, the scene is very tidy, and no money is missing. This shows that the murderer was only targeting Mr. Shibata."

"I think Mr. Shibata must have offended someone and was hated by them, so he was brutally murdered."

"I see." Yokomizo Chanwu suddenly realized, his eyes revealing admiration for Maori Kogoro: "You are indeed worthy of being Maori-san."

Kogoro Mouri was flattered to the point of being flattered. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would even have laughed out loud with pride.

Yokomizo Sango looked at Shibata Kyoko, who had regained her composure. "Mrs. Shibata, has Mr. Shibata had any conflicts or arguments with anyone recently?"

Shibata Kyoko thought for a moment and shook her head: "No. Of course, it's also possible that my husband didn't tell me because he was afraid that I would worry."

Henggou Chanwu nodded: "Then where were you when the incident happened?"

"As for me, I made an appointment with a friend to play golf today, so she drove over to pick me up at five this morning." Shibata Kyoko said, "I prepared breakfast for my husband and then left. It was probably before five at that time."

Yokoguro Chango continued to ask, "Was your husband at home at that time?"

"Yes, because he didn't get home until three in the morning yesterday, so he's still sleeping."

Henggou Chanwu was stunned: "Three o'clock in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." Kyoko Shibata nodded and glanced at the middle-aged man next to her, Takezo Yoshikawa.

Yoshikawa Takezo explained, "He was playing mahjong. He played mahjong with us at my house yesterday. Mrs. Shibata was right, we did finish around three o'clock."

Henggou Chanwu nodded, then pointed to a newspaper on the dining table and asked, "What time do your newspapers usually arrive here?"

"It's usually delivered to the mailbox on your door at six in the morning."

"I see." Yokomizo Sango pinched his chin and analyzed slowly, "So, Mr. Shibata must have gotten up that morning and grabbed the morning paper. While he was concentrating on breakfast, the murderer suddenly attacked him from behind. Hmm... that's definitely the case."

"But who wants to kill my husband?" Kyoko Shibata bit her pale lips, her eyes full of sorrow.

"This requires further investigation," Yokomizo said thoughtfully. "Mrs. Shibata, how much do you know about your husband's friends?"

"I……"

Shibata Kyoko was about to answer when a police officer hurried over and said to Yokomizo, "Officer Yokomizo, we found a photo in the deceased's hand."

"Oh?" Yokogami Chanwu turned to look at his subordinates and said, "Show it to me."

"Yes."

When the photo was handed to Yokomizo Sango, Maori Kogoro also came over and looked at the little girl in the photo. He exclaimed, "I think I've seen this girl somewhere before..."

"She looks like Aunt Ikenami," Toru Watanabe reminded.

Kogoro Mori was stunned and looked at Shizuka Hattori in surprise.

Hattori Shizuka nodded calmly: "Yes, the photo I'm looking for is the one in your hands."

Maori Kogoro opened his mouth, his expression becoming complicated: "But why is Miss Ikenami's photo held in Mr. Shibata's hand?"

"Mr. Mori," Yokomizo Seika said gravely, "In my opinion, this photo must be the death message left by Mr. Shibata before his death."

Maori Kogoro was stunned for a moment. He understood what Yokomizo Sango meant. He glanced at Hattori Shizuka awkwardly, wanting to defend her, "It's unlikely that this incident is related to Miss Ikenami. Besides, the photo should have been tucked inside the book. It must have accidentally fallen out when Mr. Shibata fell to the ground."

"Officer Yokomizo." At this moment, another forensic officer arrived to report: "We found a small amount of blood in the hallway. Also, we found a blood-stained wooden sword near the escape staircase, which appears to be the murder weapon."

"Oh?" Yokomizo Sango's eyes lit up, and he turned to Shibata Kyoko and asked, "Mrs. Shibata, do you have a wooden sword at home?"

"Yes," Shibata Kyoko nodded. "We've been keeping it on top of the shoe cabinet. My husband got it to keep away the annoying salesman."

293. Dark skin is hereditary

Because of the photo in Shibata Shiro's hand, Yokomizo Sango determined that Hattori Shizuka was the murderer.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing deeply at the unhurried suspect. He spoke in a deep voice, "You called Mr. Shibata beforehand to confirm the location of the photos and then came here. But you and Mr. Shibata got into an argument over the photos. So, you grabbed the wooden sword from the shoe cabinet and killed him, then escaped through the emergency staircase."

"But you never imagined that Mr. Shibata was still alive. He desperately crawled back to the living room and tried to call for help, but he was too weak. At that moment, he saw the novel you had tucked the photo into. So, with his last bit of strength, he took the photo out and held it in his hand, and eventually died."

"I think there must be a secret behind that photo, right? That's why you asked Mr. Maori to return to the murder scene again, just to retrieve this photo. Am I right, Ms. Ikenami?"

Hattori Shizuka said nothing, her face as calm as usual.

Henggou Chanwu frowned slightly and said, "If you have nothing to say, please come with us."

"I refuse," Hattori Shizuka finally spoke, her deep, dark eyes fixed on Yokomizo Chango. "Officer, if you truly want me to come to Precinct 760 for questioning, could you please first apply for an arrest warrant from the court before making such a request? However, based on the information you currently have, I'm afraid the police's request for an arrest warrant is simply wishful thinking."

Henggou Chanwu was speechless. He never expected that the woman in front of him had such a thorough understanding of the law.

In desperation, he had to ask Maori Kogoro for help: "Mr. Maori..."

Kogoro Mouri was also in a dilemma. Selfishly, he absolutely did not believe that Shizuka Hattori was the murderer, but the photos in Shibata Shiro's hands also confirmed that Shizuka Hattori was involved in the case.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally looked at Hattori Shizuka cautiously, and said tentatively: "Ms. Ikenami, how about..."

Hattori Shizuka glanced over with dissatisfaction.

Maori Kogoro's expression froze, and he quickly changed his words: "I don't think there's any need for that..."

"Mr. Maori!!"

Now it was Henggou Chanwu's turn to be dissatisfied.

Maori Kogoro:"……"

He is just a small detective, there is no need to make things so difficult for himself.

Toru Watanabe looked at Kogoro Mori who was in trouble, shook his head and controlled his thoughts.

……

After Maori Kogoro pointed out that the real murderer was Shibata Kyoko and that she had the evidence, Shibata Kyoko's psychological defenses finally broke down and she admitted that she had killed her husband. The reason was that her husband was addicted to gambling and had even sold valuables in the house to do so. She could no longer tolerate this and thus decided to kill her husband.

When Yokomizo Sango was about to take her back to the police station, Shibata Kyoko was unusually calm and asked to go back to her room to change her clothes.

However, with the reminder of "Kogoro Mori", Kyoko Shibata's suicide was quickly prevented.

Hattori Shizuka clamped the blade with her fan and stepped forward. The fan in her hand hit Shibata Kyoko's wrist accurately, knocking the long sword to the ground. Then she put away the fan, squatted down to pick up the long sword, and said sternly: "What? Do you still want to kill people?"

"I...I didn't." Shibata Kyoko's voice trembled: "I just wanted to commit suicide..."

"Idiot! Life is not divided between you and me. Every life is precious and must not be taken lightly. Anyone who takes a life is a murderer. Even if it is their own life." Hattori Shizuka picked up the scabbard with a stern expression and stood up, sheathing the long sword with a swish: "You must remember this."

As she spoke, Hattori Shizuka turned around, restrained her strong aura, and smiled as she handed the knife to Yokomizo Chango, who had not yet recovered.

"Okay, can we go now, Mr. Officer?"

"Uh... um..." Yokogamizo Cango subconsciously caught the knife, his expression still a little confused.

At the same time, some helpless voices were heard outside the room.

"Auntie, I finally found you."

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, and two young people, a man and a woman, walked in.

"Hattori? Kazuha?" Seeing two familiar faces, Xiaolan was surprised: "You are here?"

"Of course I'm here to see this lady." Hattori Heiji stepped forward and pulled Hattori Shizuka, saying with some disdain, "There's nothing for you to do here, right? Let's go back to Osaka."

"Hmm..." Maori Kogoro regained consciousness and saw Hattori Heiji being 'rude' to Hattori Shizuka. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Hattori Heiji's collar, scolding him: "Don't mess around, kid. Calling Miss Ikenami aunt is too rude."

"It doesn't matter what I call her, right?" Hattori Heiji said speechlessly: "She is my mother."

Except for Toru Watanabe who knew the truth, everyone else present looked at Shizuka Hattori and Heiji Hattori in disbelief.

Hattori Shizuka felt a little embarrassed, and smiled at the group of people with narrowed eyes, tacitly agreeing.

"How is this possible?" Xiaolan took a step back and couldn't help but pointed at Hattori Heiji and said, "Your skin is so dark."

"Isn't it hurtful for you to say that? I inherited my skin color from my father." Hattori Heiji roared in dismay.

……

After they went downstairs, Shizuka Hattori explained to Kogoro Mori why she hid her identity and went to the Mori Detective Agency.

"Eh? Are you saying you came here to test me on purpose?" Kogoro Mouri was a little surprised.

"Yes," Hattori Shizuka explained, "Because Heiji always throws a tantrum whenever he sees Mr. Mori, I wonder if Mr. Mori is taking advantage of his seniority and deliberately bullying our young Heiji. Also, the last time you came to Osaka, you didn't come to my house, so I was a little worried that you were a heartless, heartless man with no human feelings."

Maori Kogoro:"……"

"That's why I wanted to come and see for myself what kind of person you are. But after meeting you this time, I understand." Hattori Shizuka said to Maori Kogoro with a smile: "Mr. Maori's intelligence and wit are not even one thousandth of what our Heiji can compare to."

"You...you're too kind." Kogoro Mouri laughed dryly.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Shibata had such an unfortunate incident, but I finally got this photo back..." Hattori Shizuka looked at the photo in her hand and smiled at Maori Kogoro, "Now I can rest assured and entrust Kazuha and Heiji to you."

"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri looked confused, not understanding why Shizuka Hattori mentioned the word "entrust".

Xiaolan also asked in confusion: "By the way, Hattori, Kazuha, why are you two carrying so much luggage? Are you going on a trip?"

294. I took this mermaid

Maori Detective Agency.

Xiaolan's room.

Yuanshan Heye lifted the quilt, got under the covers, and said to Xiaolan with a smile: "Xiaolan, I can just sleep on the floor. I often sleep like that at home. Besides, Xiaoche is more used to sleeping with Xiaolan."

After hearing what He Ye said, Xiao Lan, who originally wanted to let He Ye sleep on the bed and sleep on the floor herself, had to give up and said embarrassedly: "He Ye, I'm sorry to bother you."

"No, no." Toyama Kazuha shook his head: "It was me and Heiji who disturbed him."

This time, she and Hattori Heiji came to invite Maori Kogoro and his family to Fukui. Maori Kogoro initially refused, but when Hattori Heiji said he would cover all expenses, he immediately agreed to the trip.

"Hey, Heye."

Xiaolan got into bed, tucked in Watanabe Toru, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "How are you and Hattori?"

"Huh?" Yuanshan Heye was stunned.

"Didn't we meet Miss Hongye in Osaka last time?" Xiaolan asked gossipingly, "Did she look for Hattori afterwards?"

"It seems not." Toyama Kazuha shook her head and whispered, "That Miss Momiji is the eldest daughter of the Ooka family in Kyoto. Her family background is prominent. Compared to her, I am just an insignificant blade of grass by the roadside. She has waited for Heiji for so many years, she will definitely not give up-la."

At the end, a strong sense of jealousy and dissatisfaction was revealed: "Damn it, Heiji, why did you say such misleading words back then..."

Xiaolan couldn't help laughing and said, "He Ye, are you worried that Hattori will be snatched away?"

"Who... who's worried." Having her thoughts exposed, Toyama Kazuha refused to admit it and changed the subject: "By the way, Xiaolan, has Kudo contacted you recently?"

"No... I'm telling you..."