Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"Oh, what a pity. The case was never solved in the end." Ayumi said sadly like a little adult as she walked on the road.

"Yes, yes." Mitsuhiko and Genta echoed from the side.

"Don't be discouraged. After all, there are no clues. It will be very difficult to solve the case within one day." Xingchen comforted.

"Yeah." The three little ones nodded. Although they were a little discouraged, they quickly cheered up.

When they reached a fork in the road, they said goodbye to each other.

"Conan, see you tomorrow." Ayumi waved her hand and said.

After they parted, only Conan and Xingchen were left. As for Uncle Maori, he told them to go home early when he left, but he left on his own. In his words.

"I have something very important to communicate with a client, you guys should go home quickly." Coupled with Kogoro Mouri's strange smile and serious expression, anyone who knows him well would know that he was going out to drink.

The light shone on the two of them, leaving long shadows behind them.

"Chen, do you think this is a bit strange?" Conan said, spreading his hands and looking at Xingchen. After observing the third and second floors, he ran to see the body and found obvious marks of strangulation on the front of the body's ankle.

Then he told Xingchen what he had found, the paint bucket found on the third floor, and the traces of fishing line found on the second floor extending all the way to the third floor. It was like a carefully crafted trap waiting for the victim to arrive.

"Well, there seems to be something wrong with that foreman. His office is so clean. Even the newspaper he reads is folded. It's a bit strange, because he obviously orders newspapers every day. Why would he say that? He doesn't even know where those newspapers are." Xingchen described what he saw in the office.

"You went into the office?" Conan looked at Xingchen and said.

"Yes!" Is there anything strange? Xingchen looked at Conan with some confusion.

Wait, Xingchen realized it belatedly and looked at Conan and said, "You mean, the foreman was inside the construction site from the beginning."

"Shall we go and take a look tomorrow?" Xingchen continued to ask.

Conan pointed his index finger at the frame of his glasses, thinking that Xingchen had been careless once. You should continue to study hard, Xingchen.

Conan, who finally had the upper hand in reasoning, was secretly delighted. He felt a little uncomfortable since Xingchen was always one step ahead of him in reasoning.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to the construction site and take a look, if my guess is correct." Conan's lenses began to reflect under the light, as if he already knew everything.

"Huh?" Xingchen felt that Conan's tone was somewhat happy, a feeling that was hard to describe.

The next day, afternoon.

Conan and Xingchen, who had managed to get rid of the three little ones with great difficulty, hurriedly ran towards the construction site they had been to before.

The two stood in front of the construction site, looking at the closed gate. They looked at each other, and suddenly they were in the right place. Xingchen said, "How about we climb over the wall?"

"Okay." Conan nodded, and their two thoughts were on the same track at this moment. It was a bit strange but not surprising.

After all, detectives know that secretly climbing over the wall is in the unspoken rules. It's not that they don't know that this is illegal, but it makes it easier for them to investigate the case.

"Come on, be careful." Xingchen jumped off the wall, looked up at Conan and said.

"It's okay, it's just a small matter at this height." Conan said that this was a small matter for him, although he was still unfamiliar with the action. He didn't have to investigate cases like this before, usually he just reported his name.

It’s not like now when we have to sneak into other people’s places to investigate.

Xingchen looked at the construction site and thought, is this really okay? I hope I won't be driven out by others. Fortunately, there is no one at the construction site because of yesterday's case.

The two tried to sneak in but the office door was locked. They raised the window with stones from where they had buried the newspapers before and opened it. Fortunately, the window was not locked, so the two successfully entered the office.

It was still the familiar office. Xingchen looked around again and found nothing had changed.

They searched for a while.

Conan sat on the chair at the desk, holding something like a notebook in his hand, then waved his hand for Xingchen to come over and said, "Chen, come and see."

"Hmm~." Xingchen was checking the newspaper to see if there were any changes. Hearing Conan's words, he turned his head and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Where did you find this?" Xingchen asked puzzledly. There was no such thing when he came here yesterday.

"Inside the drawer." Conan pointed to the drawer and said.

"Strange, this drawer was locked when I came here yesterday." Xingchen said, scratching his head.

"There's only one thing. After we left last night, someone came here." Conan guessed.

"See what's written on it." Xingchen was a little curious and asked Conan to open it and take a look.

"Wait a minute." Conan turned to the first page, which only contained some surveys and reports on building materials.

The second page, the third page, and all the way to the fifty-odd pages were all daily usage reports of various building materials. I turned to a page with a crease.

It says, December 12st, rainy day.

The supplier provided a batch of building materials. The quality was very poor. I didn't plan to use them and returned them to the supplier. But the supplier Sheng Yehang told me that he got them from a secret source and they were 50% cheaper.

If I had money, I would not have used this batch of building materials. But things never go as planned. Party A suddenly withdrew its investment and did not plan to continue building the villa.

Later it was written that he was the foreman and also the president. Because the company was short of funds and had difficulty in cash flow, he could not afford to pay wages.

The continuous blows gave him an idea: use this batch of building materials. Since Party A was not going to build the villa anyway, he could just embezzle the remaining 50% so that he could continue to run the construction company.

But the next few pages made them stare at each other in bewilderment, because the last pages were all torn off, leaving only the jagged edges of the torn paper.

Was the foreman the one who killed him? But none of the above things contained any information about the victim, Xingchen thought.

"The clues from above were cut off when the foreman embezzled money. Obviously someone is trying to hide something." Xingchen thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.

"What on earth is this person trying to hide? According to the description above, the conversation between the foreman and the supplier ended in the afternoon. Maybe we should ask the people around us what happened that day." Conan had a hunch that what was written above must be related to the victim, and it seemed that he was close to the truth.

"Then let's go." Xingchen said, and at this moment, the golden finger gave a hint, rainy day.

Then Conan carefully put the things into the drawer and restored it to its original state. When he was about to leave, he saw Xingchen still standing there and shouted, "Chen, we should leave."

"Oh, okay." Xingchen digested the hint from the golden finger, and he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the truth. There were still a few doubts, and he needed help from others.