I have already met the son and daughter Yukiko Kaneki, who was being clung to by Mrs. Damura. No matter how you think about it, this upright and young girl should not be the kind of person who is misconducted and wants to possess the family property of Damura.

However, everything is hard to say. People know each other but not your heart, so the profession of private detectives in Japan will not starve to death.

Okaga and Kogoro Mori followed Mrs. Tamura to the study where her husband was.

"Kongjiang, you are back. Who are these?" An old man who was very old and looked a little strange, walked down the stairs with a smile, ran into Mrs. Tamura, who was in charge, and then looked at Maori and others behind her with some confusion.

After all, there were so many people coming at once, and anyone else would ask.

"Dad, these are my friends whom I invited to visit our house." Mrs. Dacun said politely to the old man.

Others, including Okara, also learned about the identity of the old man through her name. He should be the father of the diplomat Tatsumura and the father-in-law of the wife. It is said that he is a professor at Shangyuan University and once had a very high social status.

"Gongjiang, this is a fish I just drew, how about it?" The old man smiled and spread out his hand, a scroll with a rich ink.

Mrs. Tamura obviously saw it a lot, but she didn't care much. After seeing it, Okata thought that the old man's painting skills were pretty good. Although he was not an expert, he knew that ink painting wanted to outline the complex textures on the fish, which was also a delicate and subtle technical task.

Mrs. Damura nodded and praised: "It's very good, dad. By the way, were you going to find a move just now?"

The movement she said was Dacundong, the current senior official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the owner of the family.

"Well, but the door of the study room was locked, and I didn't go in." The old man explained.

"Cousin." When Okata was paying attention to the communication between the old man and Mrs. Tamura, when he seemed to have a strange expression on his face, he heard Xiaolan beside him speak.

Okara looked away and saw Xiaolan nervously saying, "Conan, is it really okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ogata lowered his head and saw Conan who was about to follow him with his face red and sweat beads on his forehead. Obviously, the symptoms of the cold were even more serious, which was related to the glass of white wine Hattori Heiji gave him.

After he approached Conan, he lowered his body, reached out to touch the ghost's forehead, and felt some heat beyond the normal body temperature in his palm: "Conan, he should have reacted to alcohol."

"It's okay, Brother Ogata, Sister Xiaolan" Conan gritted his teeth, endured his physical discomfort, and said with a smile.

Xiaolan looked at Okata inquiring and waited for him to speak.

"If Uncle Maori and that diplomat didn't meet for too long, Conan shouldn't be in trouble." Okabaya said slowly.

Because after drinking white wine, the body surface will have high temperatures, which is completely normal. Especially Conan is a child, and his body is exposed to white wine for the first time, and his absorption of alcohol has not reached the acceptance of adults. So as long as he eases it, creates enough calories to sweat, and evaporates the alcohol in his body, there is no problem.

"Dad, I'll take the guest to see you. You can go to the living room to wait for me first." Mrs. Dacun smiled slightly, and said to her husband's father without being harsh to her younger generation just now.

"Well, I understand, Gongjiang." The old man nodded obediently, then took his beloved painting and walked towards the living room.

Arrive on the second floor, the long corridor.

Under the guidance of Mrs. Dacun, the crowd finally arrived at the door of the diplomat Dacundong's study room.

Just like what the old man said, the wooden door of his study was locked, and what surprised everyone was that a very loud symphony came from inside, and even if there was a door across it, it could be clearly heard.

Symphony? Okabaya's eyes showed a hint of surprise, because judging from the decoration of the entire Tamura home, the owner should be more traditional art, and his taste should be more focused on classical music and light music.

And there is no reason to make it so loud.

Mrs. Tamura took out the key, slowly twisted the wooden door handle, and gently pushed open the study door. She walked in naturally, and Kogoro Mouri followed closely, followed by Ogata and others.

As I imagined, it is a world with many books and almost densely arranged on bookshelf.

A machine with symphony was working, and at the desk, a fat and burly man, supporting one side of his face with his arms, seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a stack of books piled up, neatly.

As soon as he walked into this room, Ogata smelled a very strong anger, which was even more terrifying than Mrs. Tatsumura and the family he saw.

"Husband, why are you sleeping here?" Because Mrs. Damura was the master, she walked around easily and came to her husband to try to wake him up. After all, there were guests here waiting for him.

Just as the symphony reached its climax in everyone's ears, the moment when it was intense and gentle, the diplomat Dacun, who was originally supporting his chin and sitting upright, suddenly lost the support of his body. When Dacun's wife shook him, she fell down softly.

Plop!

Tamura Teng's face lost its support point and fell directly on the surface of his desk, making a heavy sound.

"Husband!" Mrs. Dacun screamed, and saw that she had completely lost consciousness and collapsed in front of her.

Everyone's attention returned to this fat diplomat. Kogoro Mouri's face changed and he could easily think of something. Hattori Heiji rushed over.

Okaba's eyebrows blinked and slowly walked towards the desk, the man who had obviously encountered misfortune.

"Mr. Tamura has already" Hattori Heiji stretched his finger to the breathing place of the village's nostrils, and went to see if there was a possibility of survival, just when he was about to say the fact that "has died."

An extremely calm voice rang around me.

"He is dead, and here will be regarded as the scene of the crime. He is no longer a diplomat, but the body I want to conduct an examination." Okata walked to Hattori Heiji's side and spoke slowly.

Hattori Heiji was stunned and looked at Okata, this man, everything in front of him

"Mr. Forensic, you still can't avoid such a coincidence." Hattori Heiji had a confident smile on his lips and his eyes stared at Okata.

Okabata knew that he was referring to himself as a forensic doctor, and if he had a corpse present, he could not escape in front of him and showed the forensic inference process.

And he was so anxious that he wanted to see his inference. His mentality was obvious, that he wanted to win over the forensics through his detective ability without being able to compare face to face with Shinichi Kudo.

The ‘coincidence’ in his mouth has changed its taste.

It's more like a competition, a challenge that is not convinced!

It is hard for Hattori Heiji to believe that a profession like forensic would be more efficient than a detective. He originally thought he would not have the chance to see Okayama infer the case from the body, but when he confirmed that Tatsumura died, he felt inexplicably excited.

As long as you win, you can return to Osaka and say to his father. You give a forensic doctor who is highly praised, but that's it.

"Hatsuke, the dead are the most important."

Okabaya glanced at the body of Tatsumura who had been crawling on the desk and was already invincible, and said lightly.

Maybe he is young, he has the will to fight, and he has the desire and persistence for victory, but he is used to seeing dead people and those misery. Okabata feels that what he does is not to be better than others.

Instead, it is to allow the dead to be liberated in their own abilities.

Hattori Heiji looked at Okata and heard a mysterious sentence, disagreed: "Forensic doctor, let me see what kind of convincing skills Okata Yusuke has before Shinichi Kudo."

He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were filled with confidence, and his eyes fell on this man with a challenging look. Hattori Heiji believed that there was no one in this world who was always peaceful and did not care about it.

Okata shook his head and ignored him. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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