Sunday, January 14th, in the afternoon, Cuphu Hospital.

Conan slipped over to see Mizuno and found out the information from the Bureau of Investigation.

Shui Wuliana had long been identified as a vegetable, and now he was lying motionless on the hospital bed. The transfer to the United States had long been left unresolved.

Vegetatives are vegetative everywhere they go, and American medical technology cannot achieve any effect.

Despite this, the Black Organization did not know this information and believed that they were still tracing Shui Wulianai's whereabouts.

Whether to actively expose or continue to wait, the Bureau of Investigation has not unified the arguments and has been deducing it.

But no matter what, the vegetable water Wulianai has only one role left, that is, bait...

Outside the ward, Conan met Hideichi Akai and Judy from the Bureau of Investigation.

"Hey, you're here again." Judy waved.

Conan asked, "Is there anything new?"

"I just found out her resume." Judy spread her hands, meaning there was no gain.

"The biggest problem is no problem," Conan said.

Hideichi Akai said: "Shui Wu means 0, and Reina's pronunciation is the same as 07, which is 007."

Conan's heart moved, "Hey, is the resume completely fake, or can't find out the true or false?"

"I can't find out, all the schools she went to are gone." Judy shrugged, "It's completely covered up in history. We are looking for her classmates, hoping that it can help."

Conan asked, "Where is college and high school, she won't even have a class reunion, right?"

"I really haven't found out. Who said she was her alumni?" Judy said. "In theory, there is a classmate of the host, and no one should say anything about this."

Conan fell into deep thought. What does this situation mean? There was a thought in his mind, but he couldn't catch it...

A week later, Sunday, January 21, the Maori Detective Firm.

Maori was watching TV, Ran was tidying the kitchen, Yamazaki and Hondo Eiyu were writing a tidying report, and Conan was watching.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Hey, this is Maori Detective Firm..."

Before Maori could finish his words, he took the receiver away. He thought that someone was preparing to entrust, but the client of the middle-aged fat woman.

She cursed on the phone, scolding gross profit so hard that she asked for gross profit to lose money.

The gross profit was confused and I didn't know what happened, but it was impossible to lose money.

After finally waiting for the former commissioner to lose popularity, Maori wanted to ask the whole story, but he was hung up.

Although I don’t know what went wrong, I must have given the data to the client, that is, there is something wrong with those photos.

There is a backup in the laptop, which is left to avoid problems with the mobile phone data card. It is now in use.

Maori, Yamazaki, Conan, Ran, and Eiyu Hondo gathered on their laptop to look at the photos, but they really found a problem.

There are many irrelevant photos in Eiyou's mobile phone data card, which he took randomly.

However, there happened to be a photo of a fat woman. Although she was just a side face through the glass, her figure, body shape, and heavy makeup would definitely not be wrong, and she was the client.

The fat woman was wearing a arms cross-legged with a man and was about to walk into the sightseeing elevator of a hotel, which was built outside.

The elevator was made of special glass and could not be seen from the outside. However, the two of them did not enter the elevator at that time, just behind ordinary glass.

If you look closely, you can still see that the man was holding a room card in his free hand and was playing with it.

Needless to say, these two people are going to open the room.

"Puff!" Conan and Lan couldn't help laughing, and sat down on the sofa with their stomachs covered, and tears came out of laughter.

"Huando..." Yamazaki was so amused that the probability of such a thing happening was really impossible to calculate.

"That..." Eiyou Bendo was unable to argue, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

Maori was so angry that he was a little internally injured. He pointed at Eiyu Hondo with his trembling finger and said tremblingly, "You bastard, if the client wants to pay..."

"Yes, I'm all responsible." Bendo Eiyu bowed with a bitter face.

"Dad!" Lan protested helping.

"It's useless to call me." Maori said ruthlessly.

"Don't worry," Yamazaki smiled, "our commission was to help the client conduct a divorce investigation. We did it and handed over important evidence of her husband's problems to her."

"She was so angry. It must be because she submitted all the data as evidence to save trouble. As a result, the other party discovered that she was not the norm."

"With this photo that can prove that the client has problems, it is really hard to tell whether the client's divorce lawsuit or property division is divided."

"However, this evidence was not passed on by us, but was her own negligence, so it has nothing to do with us."

"She must give us the entrusted fee according to the contract, and her property loss in the divorce lawsuit is her own problem and she must be responsible for it."

"Yeah, that's right." Maori liked this and felt very happy. Anyway, it was absolutely impossible to ask for money.

Conan smiled and said, "So the client is willing to spend a lot of money to hire his uncle. It must be her problem that her husband has discovered."

"Oh," Lan sighed, "It turns out that both the couple have problems, and they also find that there is a problem with each other, it's true."

Hondo Eiyou scratched his head and said, "Actually, it's okay. Both sides have found their partner, and no one will be alone."

"It's good to say that, but..." Lan sighed again, with nothing to say.

Conan understood that Lan felt that the couple should get along well and continue to continue, but this is the reality, so there is a saying of divorce.

"Oh," Maori stretched, held a cigarette in his mouth and sighed at the ceiling, "I would have been James Bond."

"Ah, why?" asked Eiyou Bendo.

"He was driving a supercar in brand-name clothes and cutting-edge technology tools to investigate, but I was wearing the only work clothes and driving a rented car, secretly taking photos of the client's live broadcast." Maori pulled out his cigarette, "and he was very popular with women everywhere he went, but I sat in this small room and heard a fat woman roaring on the phone. This was too different."

Conan rolled his eyes with a toothache. It was not that you had no money at all, but that you spent all the money.

Lan Gu said, "It's true, what's the point of complaining about these things? It's already great."

"Yes, come on, please give me a cup of coffee." Maori pressed the cigarette.

"Oh, it seems that I should complain about it." Lan went to the kitchen in anger.

Yamazaki smiled and said, "Uncle, James Bond can only live in the movie."

"Why is this?" Lan asked with her head wide.

Yamazaki smiled and said, "Because the agent is so famous, he won't live long."

"As soon as you become famous, you will be found out about your information and you will be chased 24 hours a day."

"The phone number, the bank, will be monitored and eavesdropped, and all the food in the entrance may be poisoned. You can't tell which one is not poisonous."

"Cars, doors, and even bathrooms may be pressed on bombs. You must be careful when opening each door. You must be worried every time you drive, and you must make repeated calculations every time you go to the bathroom."

"Snipers may be on standby and be careful when walking in the open air. They cannot sit by windows or even walls in public places. It is easy for a sniper rifle to pass through ordinary walls."

"The assassin who knocked on the snoop is on standby. Every corner may be fatal, and when you contact everyone, you may be given a poison needle or something."

"Stop talking, this can't live at all." Maori became colder and colder as he heard it.

"It's too exaggerated." Bentang Eiyou was writing

"So, it's more comfortable to be a little detective." Lan gave her coffee.

Maori waited for the coffee to get a little colder, took a sip of the coffee, and smacked his lips happily, "Well, this coffee is so delicious today, is it a famous brand?"

"I'm very sorry, this is the filter coffee that has just started selling," Lan smiled. "This is what Conan and I bought from the supermarket, because the supermarket promotes that as long as we collect enough points, we can get a cute coffee pot."

Maori was depressed, "Okay, I only deserve to drink this kind of simple thing anyway."

"I said, don't drink it if you have any objections." Lan took away Maori's coffee in dissatisfaction, but when she waved her hand, she hit the coffee cup on Eiyou's hair. The remaining coffee in the cup splashed Eiyou's face.

"Ah, it's so hot, so hot."

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect you to come suddenly. I didn't pay attention, sorry." Lan gave her tissues laughed and cried, and couldn't help but be glad that it was winter now and the coffee was not too hot, otherwise it might get scalded, which would be bad.

"I'm just here to change the pen, I can't write it." Eiyu Bendo took off his glasses and wiped his face aggrievedly, "So, my luck is very bad."

Everyone shook their heads speechlessly, and there was nothing to say about this.

At this time, the phone rang again.

Maori reached out to answer the phone, but Hondo Eiyu moved faster and got closer.

"Hello, this is Maori Detective Firm. Hey, hey, hey, it's so strange, why is there no sound? Is the phone broken?"

Eiyou of the Domain looked at everyone in confusion, but found that everyone was looking at something on the table. Lan pointed at her finger and gave a prompt.

Eiyou, who was not willing to wear glasses that had not been wiped, bent down and looked at them, and found that it was his finger pressing on the phone, cutting off the other party's phone.

Eiyu Bendo looked up and laughed dryly, "That, I don't wear glasses, I didn't see it, haha..."

"Bastard!" Maori couldn't help but plant a big mushroom on Hondo Eiyu's head, which was so easy.

"Ah! It hurts..." Bendo Eiyou rubbed his head in pain.

"Go and buy me a horse newspaper and adjust it by the way." Maoli put the money on the table with weak power.

"Oh." Eiyu Tondo wiped his glasses, put them on, then took the money, and left dejectedly.

Maori, Yamazaki, Conan, and Ran sighed together, there is nothing he can do with this guy...
Chapter completed!