"I remember it was here."

Guangyou stood in front of the gate of Rice Flower Hotel, raised his head and glanced at this rather grand hotel, "How many rooms are there?"

"2001?"

Guangyou himself couldn't remember exactly where this case happened, but he only remembered that it was at the Rice Flower Restaurant.

"Guangyou, why are you standing at the door?"

A familiar voice sounded behind Guangyou, causing him to turn his head and look back.

Officer Megure pointed at it: "Didn't you come here with Brother Maori?"

"Yes, Uncle Maori asked me to pick you up at the door."

Guangyou got off the donkey along the slope and picked up a conversation.

"Then let's go up together."

Officer Memu didn't doubt that he was there, nodded and said, "However, Brother Maori has already said that it is room 2004, so asking you to come down to pick us up is a bit redundant."

"Ha ha.."

Guangyou scratched his head and said carelessly, "Who knows what Uncle Maoli is thinking, I'm too lazy to come down."

"Forget it, it's important to handle the case."

Officer Memu didn't ask any questions, and walked into the Rice Krispies Restaurant with Takagi and a group of staff.

....

"Brother Maori, have you discovered anything now?"

As soon as Officer Megure entered the door and took a look at the scene, he focused his attention on Uncle Maori.

Uncle Maoli shook his head: "The situation at the scene looks very much like the deceased died of a heart attack. I have no clue at the moment."

Officer Megure walked to the deceased and squatted down. At the same time, he said to Takagi behind him: "Brother Takagi, please let the laboratory examine the cause of death of the deceased."

Guangyou walked quietly to Conan and asked, "How are you now?"

"When did you come?"

Conan held his chest and took a breath, then looked back at the scene, "It's another murder case, definitely not an accident."

"Also, don't you know that people can scare people to death?"

Conan was speechless for a while. Just now he was thinking about who the murderer was and what the next arrangements would be, but he was interrupted and couldn't think of anything at all.

Guangyou didn't care and continued to ask: "Is it related to that?"

"Yes, wasn't there an explosion before? There was a transaction between Tequila who died that time and Taku Itakura who died this time."

Conan closed his eyes and sorted out the current clues, "There is a disk in the bag next to me. I think this disk labeled as a diary will have information about transactions with the organization."

"oh."

Guangyou nodded, glanced at the man lying on the ground and never got up, and seemed to have some insights, "This is Taku Itakura. Judging by his hair, he is a programmer."

Conan glanced at Yu, then looked back at Taku Itakura, who had a worrying hairline, and asked doubtfully: "Is there any necessary connection?"

"If you often work overtime and stay up late, your hairline will definitely move back."

Guangyou glanced at Conan and said disdainfully, "I'm still a detective. I don't even know about this kind of thing."

Conan was speechless, holding his forehead with his hand, and complained: "Hey, what does the hairline have to do with detectives?"

"I didn't say it didn't matter." Guangyou shrugged, his tone was calm and sincere, "I just wanted to despise you."

"Forehead.."

Conan was completely speechless.

While the two were talking, Takagi walked in from the door.

"Police Department, I have also investigated the identity of the deceased."

Takagi took out his police manual and introduced, "The deceased's name is Itakura Taku. He was forty-five years old. He was a systems engineer and had a history of heart disease."

"Police Department, I haven't found any useful information here yet."

The laboratory staff in white coats held the medicine bottle and said, "The cause of death cannot be further determined at present. The deceased had no obvious trauma. Based on the fact that he was currently taking coronary artery dilators, it is likely that he died due to a heart attack."

"It should have been two days since his death."

After the laboratory personnel took one last look at Itakura Taku, they concluded to Officer Megure, "This is all that can be detected at the moment."

Officer Memu nodded, without any disappointment on his face: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Police department! I have contacted the deceased's doctor."

Chiba, who was still a thin man at this time, hurriedly ran into the room and said, "He said that Mr. Itakura's heart condition has deteriorated very seriously, and he was scheduled to have surgery immediately after his current work."

Officer Memu stood up, turned his head and glanced at Uncle Maori, with a hint of resentment in his tone: "It seems that this time, Brother Maori, you won't have a chance to stand out."

Guangyou, who was watching from the sidelines, was also secretly laughing. Officer Mumu also "hated and loved" his former colleague.

"Hate", because Uncle Mouri made the police very embarrassed. There was Kudo Shinichi, the savior of the Japanese police, and now there is the sleeping Kogoro.

"Love", because this person is a former colleague. Seeing that his former friend has become successful, Officer Memu himself feels a little relieved.

It's not that he didn't know what happened back then, and it's not that he didn't know why he left the Metropolitan Police Department.

What if a pure passerby detective tried to solve the case for the police?

There are two outcomes: either join or get out...

Officer Memu shook his head. Thinking of the current investigation results, he was also a little confused: "It's been two days since the death, and no one in the hotel found it?"

Naito Sadhei of the Mediterranean explained: "This should be because he doesn't like others to mess around in his place of work."

"That's probably the reason."

The younger Subeklu couldn't help but complain, "Last time I just moved the documents on his desk ten centimeters, and I got scolded severely."

The last one, Ryusuke Souma, shook his head and explained: "Normally, no matter who touches his things privately, he will get angry, and naturally he will refuse the hotel employees to come and clean the room."

Only then did Officer Megure notice the three people at the crime scene. He turned to look at Uncle Maori and asked, "Where did these three come from?"

"They asked Mr. Itakura to design software. This time they found that Mr. Itakura was missing, so they asked me to find Mr. Itakura."

Uncle Maori glanced at Itakura Taku who was lying on the ground out of cold, and shrugged helplessly, "Then that's it..."

After hearing this, Officer Megu wiped his cold sweat and said, "Brother Maori, it seems that your ability to kill people has improved again."

"Hey..." Uncle Maori glanced at Officer Megure with dissatisfaction, "This has nothing to do with me."

"It's up to you whether it matters or not."

Officer Megure thought of his work situation during this period and said, "Since you became famous, the workload of our search section has doubled, and this does not include the workload of other local police officers."

Uncle Maoli didn't find any point to refute: "This..."

When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was the case. Ever since he took on the name of Sleeping Kogoro, he had encountered more murder cases than he had before in the Metropolitan Police Department.
Chapter completed!