"How much is the ransom?" Shizuo Komemon couldn't help but ask. The vice president of a large company, his son was kidnapped and the ransom was not paid for a year. Is it too expensive? Why not give birth to a new one?
However, this muddy party is quite acceptable. They kidnapped two children and raised them in vain for a year. They seemed to be in good condition and they were obviously not treated badly. They were quite honest.
"Fifty million yen." The blond boy answered honestly.
"That's not much." Shizuo Komemon was a little confused. Could it be that something happened to the child's father?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at Conan, leaving the latter confused.
"Um...are you French?" Takagi Wataru seemed to have remembered something, and he tried to ask with a complicated expression.
The blond boy nodded repeatedly, "That's right."
"Then your father's name is Pierre..." Takagi Wataru scratched his head vigorously, trying to remember, "Pierre Casero?"
The blond boy immediately showed a look of surprise in his eyes, "Yes! My father is indeed called that!"
"What, Takagi, is this your relative's child?" Shizuo Komemon asked when he saw this.
Takagi Wataru waved his hands repeatedly and said with shame: "I don't have such rich relatives. When this kidnapping case first occurred a year ago, I dealt with it with Senior Datehang."
"Datehang? We were in our group before?" Shizuo Komemon was a little impressed.
"Well, that's the one who died in a car accident..." Takagi Wataru sighed and opened his small notebook.
"What I am using now is Senior Datehang's account. At that time, the two of us stayed all night for this kidnapping case.
The next day, Senior Datehang’s wallet fell on the side of the road. When he bent down to pick it up, he was hit by a driver who was tired and died..."
Hearing this, Shizuo Komemon patted Takagi Wataru on the shoulder, "Now that this case has been solved, he must be relieved."
"Yes, it's just a pity that I couldn't go to Datehang-senpai's appointment." Takagi Wataru's face showed a little loneliness.
Conan asked curiously: "What kind of appointment is it?"
Takagi Wataru told the truth very straightforwardly: "Senior Datehang said that as long as I accompany him on Sunday, he will make me a real man."
"..."
Everyone is stunned, you... really dare to say it!
By coincidence, Shiratori Rensaburo saw that no one had come out for a long time, so he came in to check the situation. As a result, he heard such a deafening speech, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched and said:
"Is this inviting you to some strange store? Where did you make an appointment?"
"I don't know. Senior Datehang passed away in a car accident before he could say anything..." Takagi Wataru scratched his head in distress, "But the incident was recorded in the diary he left behind, but I don't see it.
I don’t quite understand.”
As he spoke, he turned the small notebook to a certain page and pointed it out to everyone, "It says, Sunday and Takagi... and then there is a large series of numbers that I can't understand."
"It's a riddle again..." Shizuo Komemon was extremely speechless. Every person in rice flower has a riddle. It's not only the prisoners who do this, but also the police. It's outrageous.
But Conan solved the puzzle in the next second, "This is very simple. This string of numbers is the time and store address."
"Ah, I really wanted to go to a strange store, so I deliberately used the code word." Shizuo Komemon complained.
Takagi Wataru scratched his face in embarrassment and said: "Probably... no?"
Mingmei sighed and looked at the four unreliable men, three large and one small, studying strange codes and strange shops here, but they all forgot to take care of the victims.
She had no choice but to wave and take the two ignorant children to the kitchen to help them get something to eat and drink so as not to receive overage education here.
"So, where is the address of this store?" Shizuo Komemon casually rubbed Conan's hair into a chicken coop.
Conan did not dare to resist and said with a grimace: "This number is actually the code table used to send text messages when calling the telecommunications company's SMS center from a public phone. Two numbers represent one word, so it is easy to understand."
The three adults onlookers looked at each other in confusion! Who in the right mind would use a public phone to send text messages? Who would think that way?
"But what's strange is that this shop is called Poirot Cafe! It's just downstairs from the Maori Detective Agency!" Conan frowned slightly in thought.
"By the way, does Detective Mori often go to that coffee shop?" Shizuo Komemon asked quietly.
Conan nodded subconsciously, "Indeed, my uncle has a good relationship with the owner of that store."
"So, does that store have any hidden items, or is it a special branch?" Shizuo Komemon asked again.
Conan almost shuddered, and said with black lines on his head: "It's impossible, that's a serious coffee shop. I've probably guessed that that's where the ransom transaction for the kidnapping case took place. Just ask the prisoner just now and you'll know.
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"Oh yes, I almost forgot about him. Takagi, go and see if the prisoner is awake. Regardless of whether he is awake or not, pull him over and give him a good beating. The interrogation will be complete here." Shizuo Komemon ordered.
Takagi Sheba immediately took the order and came back after a while dragging the prisoner with great difficulty.
After a few slaps to wake him up, regardless of his dizziness and confusion, Shizuo Komemon directly asked: "Where is the transaction place?"
"Po... Poirot Café."
"Trading hours?"
"Zhou, Sunday at noon...12 o'clock, take the kidnapped child...drive to the door of the transaction place...if the transaction partner does not appear after five minutes...come back next week...
I followed the boss’s order and went there every week this year, but I never got a deal..."
Several people looked at each other in confusion. This kidnapper is a little weird. He has been working like this for a year and didn't ask the boss for permission to suspend the transaction first?
But then, all four of them guessed something. Shizuo Komemon asked with twitching corners of his mouth: "Is your boss a ghost boy?"
The prisoner's face was already swollen at this time, and he replied vaguely: "That's right... I tell you, regardless of whether you are the police, when my boss comes, you still have to let me go..."
Shizuo Komemon kicked him angrily, "Your boss has been dead for a year, what? He came back to us and asked us to let you go? Is he in hell with Satan?"
MDZZ!
Shizuo Komemon didn't bother to deal with this idiot, so he just knocked him unconscious.
"Okay, things are clear. I'll go home directly from get off work. You can call someone for a taxi. I'll take my niece back."
Shiratori Rensaburo and Takagi Wataru looked at each other helplessly and did not stop him. They just watched their boss run away. The two of them waited miserably to stay up late tonight to finish.
In addition, there were the two children, and their parents had to be called to pick them up from the Metropolitan Police Department.