Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 56
"Hurry up! Speed ​​up, run forward!"

Walking around the platform of the racetrack, Fu Jiang saw Mori Kogoro in the crowd at a glance.

Under his 6-point insight, the screaming Maori couldn't hide.

Not to mention that beside him stood a girl with a first-born unicorn and a boy in strange clothes.

"We meet again, Mr. Mori, Lan, and Edogawa kid."

"Huh? Mr. Fu Jiang?" Xiaolan tilted her head slightly, only seeing a black dress, and she had to look up to see her face.

But from that deep voice and extraordinary height, she has recognized Fu Jiang.

Due to Fu Jiang's domineering temperament no matter whether he wears glasses or not, it is still difficult for Xiaolan to get too close.

"Yeah." Fu Jiang pushed his glasses and glanced at the horses running in the racetrack, "It's really a fate to meet you here."

"... You don't come here to bet on horses like Dad, do you?" Xiaolan's eyes became a little strange.

"Huh?" Fu Jiang raised his left eyebrow slightly, then smiled, and pressed his short hat.

"It's really sharp. As you said, I won't come here to bet on horses like Mr. Maury."

Conan:.
I doubt you understand human speech.

"Actually, I wanted to entrust Mr. Maori with something, but I couldn't find anyone in the office, so I came here after asking."

After all, Tomie glanced at Kogoro Mori who was completely attracted by the horse racing.

"Consignment?" Xiaolan was stunned for a moment and then looked at her father, "Well, he, ahem, he is not like this usually, he is very serious when handling cases."

Mori Kogoro didn't notice Tomie at all, nor did he hear what he said.

"I think so too." Fu Jiang nodded in agreement, "Mr. Mao Li's seriousness in handling the case must be comparable to the level of attention to horse racing now."

"Well, it's like this." Xiaolan forced a smile, and then patted Mori Kogoro on the back heavily.

Please, don't expose your unreliable side to the client!
"Hiss hurts." Maori rubbed his back and turned around, "What are you doing?"

After finishing speaking, he noticed Fu Jiang standing aside.

"Oh, it's you." Kogoro scratched his head, "What's the matter?"

Could it be that he shouted too loudly and disturbed others?

"I want to issue a commission." Fu Jiang glanced around, "But it's too noisy here, let's talk about it on the way back."

"Okay, okay." Mao Li nodded repeatedly when he heard that there was an entrustment.

Recently, he always ran into murders instead of commissions, which made his family almost unable to uncover the pot.

"Ouch!"

At this time, the audience shouted loudly, and Kogoro quickly turned his head to look into the arena.

"How can it be repaired! What happened to No. 8, how did it fall to the ground?"

He threw the race ticket on the ground and stomped a few times.

"Isn't this just right? We can go back." Conan pulled Kogoro's trouser leg.

When buying drinks earlier, he noticed a person watching Kogoro with a telescope, but he disappeared when he turned his head.

He suspects that it is Yuda who was sent to prison by the "needle" Mo Li Kogoro.

After leaving the racetrack, Maori glanced at Conan in displeasure, "It's all because of you, the god of luck ran away."

Mori Kogoro looked at Tomie after telling the truth, "Can you tell me about your commission?"

"Okay." Tomie lowered his voice, "I want you to investigate the recent Yamaguchi-gumi."

He casually made up a commission that Maori would reject, after all, commissioning someone else would cost money.

"Sorry, I don't accept commissions related to violent societies."

Kogoro refused decisively before listening to Tomie's words.

If you are a single detective, you may take risks for money.

But he is a man with a family and a family, and he will never accept any commission involving danger.

"Hey, brother Tomie, why did you entrust something related to the Yamaguchi-gumi?" Conan jumped up and tugged on Tomie's cuff.

"I suspect that the disappearance of my childhood sweetheart has something to do with them." After finishing speaking, Fu Jiang glanced at Xiaolan, "She is a detective."

"She's going to be all right, maybe just caught up in some tricky case."

Xiaolan comforted Shinichi with that never-changing excuse.

"I would like to borrow your words." Fu Jiang was about to go up the stairs of the overpass, but suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

There was a beautiful short-haired woman on the top who looked at Kogoro Mori with blurred eyes, and approached him step by step down the stairs.

She was wearing a purple OL outfit with a white belt tied around her head, which gave off a weird look.

"Oh, Lady Luck is back!" Kogoro was pleasantly surprised.

Suddenly, the short-haired woman's feet were empty, and she fell straight over. Mao Li hurried forward to catch it.

Fu Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew this routine!

Pretending to be unsteady to attract others to help, and then took the opportunity to stab the knife in the chest of others.

He will not fall for the trap, and will never let Maori get hurt.

That's right, that's the way it is, isn't it to take advantage of the killer's weakness to strike first and carry out a sneak attack!
With a flying kick, he kicked the short-haired woman over the railing and fell onto the road.

The air was silent for three seconds.

"What are you doing?" Mori Kogoro yelled in grief and bewilderment, then jumped over the railing and quickly picked up the unconscious woman, "Hey, are you alright?"

"She was just asleep." Fu Jiang pressed his top hat, letting the shadows cover his eyes.

Just fell asleep?The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, this woman with a bruised face must have been kicked unconscious no matter how she looked!

Everyone sent the short-haired woman to the hospital, and Fu Jiang followed her as if she had nothing to do with me and I was just curious.

After multiple examinations by the hospital, Fu Jiang and others who had been waiting for almost two hours received a reply.

"So she's fine?" Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.

If something went wrong with the short-haired woman, Fu Jiang might be detained.

"Well, so to speak." The doctor nodded, "But there are two more problems, her facial tissue is severely contused."

"Is there a way to recover?" Maori interrupted eagerly.

"Yes." Fu Jiang was like seeing a doctor, "It's just a soft tissue contusion, not serious, is it?"

The doctor wiped off his cold sweat, "Yes, that's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning, actually that's not what I want to talk about, ahem."

He relayed the story of the retrograde mild amnesia.

"Isn't this amnesia? Could it be because of your kick."

Seeing that Mao Li was about to throw the blame on himself, Fu Jiang denied:

"Maybe she was just in a car accident. In short, it has nothing to do with me. I am a legitimate defense. When someone approaches, it is common sense to instinctively kick, right? Miss Lan."

Mao Lilan's body trembled, thinking of how he kicked Fu Jiang's jaw and dislocated it on the Shinkansen.

"Yeah, that's common sense."

Her smile was a little stiff, and her right leg was unconsciously retracted.

Is this tm common sense?

It was clearly autumn, but the doctor was covered in cold sweat and his whole body was shaking.

These people obviously have a problem, are they repeat offenders?If the short-haired woman can't be cured, they won't make a fuss, right?
"Anyway, she can't remember anything except her name is Zhenye." The doctor pointed to the consulting room at the back, "Okay, she's coming out too, so that's it, I don't know anything else."

After speaking, he stood up and hurried into the office to lock the door.

Glancing at the short-haired woman walking this way blankly, Fu Jiang unobtrusively tapped the watch cover of Lao Litu twice.

Power: 6
Agility: 8
Stamina: 7
Insights: 6
Charisma: 9
Doom shrouded: In short, she is very unlucky.

Hard fingers: Her fingers will not be easily broken by piano wires.

Fu Jiang nodded reassuringly, as long as it is not Ke Xueren, everything is easy to talk about.

"Ah, brother Fu Jiang, why are you wearing a girl's toy watch?"

Conan separated his legs, retracted his neck, and stretched his arms very unbearably, pointing to the pink watch on Fu Jiang's wrist.

(End of this chapter)