Science: The Little Shota of the Maori Family

The hotel owner, Yoshiro Toda, said to Kogoro Mori awkwardly, "I'm so sorry, but in a place like this, there's really no chance of seeing you in person."

"But why did the deceased pretend to be Mr. Mori?" asked hotel employee Masao Jimbo in confusion.

"Maybe he wants to see what's inside the suitcase." Watanabe Toru pointed at the suitcase on the table and said, "Look, the key is still in the keyhole..."

"Then let's open it and take a look." Shancuncao reached out and turned the key to open the suitcase.

Surprisingly, there was only a sports newspaper in the suitcase, which was full of reports on the sumo match in September five years ago. The front page read "Akagi Maru wins", and the subsequent pages also reported the detailed win and loss records of the sumo wrestlers at that time.

Maori Kogoro took out the newspaper and looked puzzled: "Why would there be something like this in the suitcase?"

"Huh? There seems to be something under the newspaper." Shancuncao squatted down and pulled it in confusion. Suddenly, a handful of messy long black hair fell on his white gloves, which scared him and his face changed immediately.

Xiaolan was so frightened that she screamed again and hugged Watanabe Toru beside her and refused to let go.

Maori Kogoro had a speechless expression on his face: "Really? It's just a hair stuck in the newspaper. Are you so scared?"

"But...but these hairs are too long." Shancuncao's hand holding the hair trembled slightly. "Could this be...the curse of the man in the red coat who died in the forest four years ago?"

Maori Kogoro snorted, full of disdain: "If curses can kill people, then we detectives and police officers won't have to eat."

"In my opinion, this is what happened. Five years ago, two men made a bet. They bet on what a certain athlete would do in a year. These two men were the long-haired man in the red coat whose body was found earlier, and the other was the man with a mustache who pretended to be me and hanged himself here. And the athlete they bet on was Akasei Maru, who shone so brightly five years ago."

"I'm afraid this long-haired man said to the mustache man, 'My answer is in the suitcase. I will give it to the hotel owner and the key to you. Go back and find the answer in a year.'"

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Yamamura Cao asked at the right moment: "Then... who is that bearded man who came here the next day and claimed to be replacing the long-haired man?"

Maori Kogoro guessed, "I think he must be this guy with the mustache. The reason he wrote on the torn letter, wishing you to be cursed and die, was probably a threat to him for breaking his promise and coming to the hotel early to find the answer."

"But, there is a sports news in this suitcase. How do we explain this newspaper?" Shancun Cao asked.

Maori Kogoro pinched his chin and said, "There are some hairs stuck in the newspaper. If a sumo wrestler cuts his hair off, it means..."

"It means..." Shancuncao suddenly realized: "It means retirement."

. .. ...

"That's right." Maori Kogoro nodded. "However, before Akamaru was seriously injured, he won a match in Nagoya and even reached the rank of Ozeki. I believe they must have placed a lot of bets. It was because Akamaru had no chance of retiring that the long-haired man chose to hang himself in the forest on his way to this inn."

"Then why did this guy commit suicide too?" Yamamura Cao turned around and looked at the fake Mori Kogoro behind him.

Maori Kogoro said, "Because everything was predicted by the long-haired man. When he learned that the long-haired man had died four years ago, he couldn't wait to know what was in the suitcase. Later, he found out through some means that the hotel owner asked me to investigate this matter. He thought that if he disguised himself as me, he could easily see the answer inside the suitcase. Everything happened just as he expected. Then he thought about the long-haired man who committed suicide four years ago because he couldn't pay the bet money. He felt that his sin was serious, so he hanged himself with a belt, using his own life to give the other party an explanation."

Maori Kogoro's analysis impressed Yamamura Tsao, who said with admiration, "Mr. Maori is really amazing. Seeing is believing."

"Hahahaha..." Maori Kogoro suddenly became proud, scratched his head and laughed: "Nothing, this is just Xiao Niu testing the knife."

Shancuncao looked at the long hair in his hand again: "Now that I think about it, it makes sense. It's such a different era now, how could there be any curse?"

345. Intermittent Amnesia

Looking at Yamamura Cao's silly look, Watanabe Toru couldn't help but say, "But these hairs are not only of different lengths, but there are also some curly and dyed hairs. Moreover, even though five years have passed, these hairs are still a little damp. Don't you think it's strange?"

Watanabe Toru's reminder made Yamamura Cao's face change again, and the idea of ​​cursing occupied his mind again.

Maori Kogoro pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, clapped his hands, and said suddenly: "I understand now. This is not the curse of the long-haired man, but the result of the hippie who dyed and permed his hair and refused to rest in peace."

Watanabe Toru: “…”

At this moment, the forensic officer found a cell phone in the deceased's pocket and turned to Shancuncao and said, "Officer Shancun, we found the deceased's cell phone. There's only one call record in it. Do you want to make a call?"

"May 17th" "Of course." Shancuncao took the phone and dialed the number.

After a few seconds of beeping, the line connected, and a man's voice came through: "Dav? How's that thing going? Let me know if it goes well. By the way, your landlord called yesterday and said that if you don't pay the rent, he'll kick you out without changing the contract. Hello... are you listening, Dav, hello?"

Shancuncao cleared his throat and was about to speak when the other party said, "Sorry, someone is looking for me. Please call me back later. Beep...beep..."

"He hung up." Hearing the busy tone from the receiver, Shancuncao put down the phone.

Maori Kogoro said solemnly: "He seemed to have mentioned that thing just now, right?"

"Yes, and it seems the landlord won't change the contract if the rent isn't paid." Shancuncao stroked his chin, feeling happy again. "But we finally know the deceased's name is Sendaf, so that's some progress."

Maori Kogoro was stunned and asked in confusion: "How do you know his last name is Mori? The person on the phone clearly only called him Duff."

Yamamura Cao pointed at the sticker on his phone and said, "Look, his last name is on it."

Maori Kogoro snorted, "He's not a child anymore, why would he still use something like this?"

Xiaolan retorted, "It's not just children who put stickers on. I put stickers on too."

"Of course it's okay since you're still a child." Maori Kogoro glanced at her.

Xiaolan wrinkled her nose, obviously dissatisfied with Kogoro Mouri for treating her like a child.

Yamamura Cao then turned to the hotel owner and staff and said, "Based on the clues we have so far, the murderer is most likely someone in the hotel. Therefore, we need to question everyone and confirm your alibi at the time of the crime."

As soon as he finished speaking, employee Masao Jinbao said, "Wait a minute, Officer Yamamura, some of our hotel staff have never heard of the man who died four years ago. Shouldn't we first rule out the possibility that they committed murder?"

Shancuncao was stunned: "But weren't you all here when this guy came here five years ago to hand over the suitcase to your boss?"

"No." The owner, Yoshiro Toda, shook his head and said, "Actually, I received the suitcase in the guest's room..."

Then he pointed at Masao Jinpo and said, "He only started working here four years ago. Also, I told them this because I asked Mr. Maori to come here to investigate the suitcase from five years ago. Besides, I only mentioned the long-haired man who had left his things there."

"I see." Maori Kogoro seemed to understand something and walked towards Harada Yoshiro. "In other words, you are the only one who knows the relationship between the suitcase and the long-haired man, right?"

The boss nodded, then denied it: "But I'm not the murderer. If I were the murderer, I wouldn't have waited five years to open the suitcase."

"Besides, don't you find it strange? How could such an important suitcase contain only such an old sports newspaper? I think the murderer must have wrapped something in the newspaper and stolen it. He must have escaped somewhere now."

Shancun Cao pinched his chin. "If this newspaper has any special significance, that's another matter. Anyway, I ask you to gather all your employees and assist the police with the relevant investigation. Of course, every employee must submit to our questioning."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

……

After questioning all the employees, Shancuncao was stumped again. He scratched his head and said, "Between 4 and 5 pm, there's almost no one with a definitive alibi..."

"Of course," said the boss, Yoshiro Toda. "Our employees are constantly on the move every day, and we don't hire people who constantly stare at their watches and monitor their every move."

Shancuncao was speechless after being rebuked.

Seeing that all the necessary procedures had been completed, Toru Watanabe directly controlled Kogoro Mori's thinking and began to make plans.

……

A quiet forest at night.

Masao Kampo took a flashlight and quietly walked up to the fallen Jizo. He looked around and prepared to follow the secret code to find the place where the cash was buried.

"Okay, let's see your true face."

Masao Kampo was startled by the sudden noise and immediately turned around and shone his flashlight towards the woods where the sound came from. "Who? Who?"

Under the beam of light, a group of ambushing policemen emerged from the bushes.

"It's you." Kogoro Mouri, whose mind was controlled by Toru Watanabe, had deep eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts.

A flash of panic crossed Jinbao Masao's eyes, but he forced himself to calm down and said with a forced smile, "What are you talking about? I just came here on a whim after seeing that newspaper. I thought if I could find something, it might be able to help you solve the case."

"It seems you still won't give up." Mao 4.6 Li Kogoro said calmly: "Then let's start from the beginning..."

Faced with the evidence, Masao Kamiya finally admitted his crime and a robbery he and his companions had committed ten years ago. At this point, the truth of the case was revealed.

……

The next day.

Yamamura Cao drove Kogoro Mori and his group away.

On the way, Yamamura Cao said to Maori Kogoro with admiration on his face: "I really admire you, Mr. Maori. The Sleeping Kogoro is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Kogoro Mouri remained silent. He had no memory of any of this.

Shancuncao continued, "But I was really shocked when you called me out of the blue and asked me to meet you in the forest."

Maori Kogoro:"……"

Did I really have intermittent amnesia?

346 Threatening Judy

It was sunny on March 3.

Beika Town, a window seat in a coffee shop.

Watanabe Toru looked at Miyano Akemi, who was sitting opposite him with a thoughtful look on her face, and chuckled, "You asked me to meet you, but you haven't said anything. What do you want to do?"

"I..." Miyano Akemi lowered her head, pursed her lips, and a look of struggle flashed in her eyes.

Watanabe Toru sighed slightly: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

"No." Miyano Akemi raised her head, took a deep breath, and finally said, "I saw him yesterday."

Watanabe Toru was stunned: "Who?"

"Lord, no, it's Akai Shuichi."

Watanabe Toru raised his eyebrows: "Did you go to find him?"

"No." Miyano Akemi shook her head: "We met by chance, and he didn't recognize me."

Watanabe Toru was silent for a moment: "You want to see him?"

Miyano Akemi remained noncommittal.

Watanabe Toru smiled and said, "It's time for you to meet him. Some things are better to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise, they may become your inner demon."

Miyano Akemi looked at Watanabe Toru cautiously: "Is it appropriate?"

"Why is it inappropriate?"

"I'm afraid you'll be angry."

Watanabe Toru's smile grew wider: "Do you care about my feelings?"

"Yes."

Watanabe Toru smiled and said, "I'm not that stingy. I once promised you that I would let you know the relationship between you and Akai Shuichi. Now the time has come. Without revealing your identity, contacting the FBI is not a very dangerous thing."

"But how can we find him?"

Watanabe Toru's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile: "Don't worry about this, I have a way."

……

The next day.

An apartment.

After taking the aptx-4869 antidote and regaining his adult appearance, Watanabe Toru pressed the resident's doorbell.

Soon, footsteps were heard from inside, followed by the sound of a door opening. Judy leaned out and looked at Watanabe Toru outside the door, wondering, "Who are you?"

"Sorry to bother you." Watanabe Toru smiled and said, "I live downstairs. There are signs of water seepage on my ceiling. I wonder if there's a leak here too."

"Leaking?" Judy was startled. She looked inside the house and said, "That shouldn't be the case."

Watanabe Toru remained polite and said, "If it's convenient, could you let me in to take a look?"

"This..." Judy hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside: "Please come in."

"excuse me."

The moment the door closed, Watanabe Toru suddenly turned around and reached out to catch Judy's fist, while bending his elbow and hitting Judy's chest hard.

Judy raised her hand to block the attack, then pushed forward with force, and the two ended the first round of fighting.

"As expected of an FBI agent, he's more cautious than I thought." Watanabe Toru smacked his lips, not sparing his praise.

Judy looked at Watanabe Toru indifferently: "The person living downstairs from me is an elderly widower whose son died in a car accident a year ago."

"I see." Watanabe Toru suddenly realized: "Sorry, I came in a hurry and didn't do enough homework."

"who are you?"

Judy's brows were furrowed, and her deep eyes were as sharp as knives.

The man in front of him knew his true identity, which meant that he knew him and the FBI very well. It would not be wise to act rashly without knowing whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

Watanabe Toru still maintained a calm tone: "It doesn't matter who I am, and I'm not here to look for you. I want to find Akai Shuichi, but I don't know where he is, so I came all the way here to ask you."