Facts have proved that Uncle Maori was too early to be happy. The Maori detective office has not been commissioned for a month since it resumed business. The situation is grim.

After an invitation to a guest, the uncle’s pockets never bulged up again, and finally returned to his old business, pinning his hopes on the race horse.

"Well, the horses have finally entered the last corner! The last 200 meters side by side, which horse can break out of the encirclement?"

"Devil Typhoon No. 2 won! This result was unexpected, and the venue was boiling! But then again, there should be no normal audience who would buy No. 2..."

"I'm hit!" The uncle cheered from the Maori detective office. The uncle had a sloppy beard, like children holding lottery tickets. "It's a big upset 3 million! 3 million! God bless!"

"3 million?!" Xiao Lan, who was unprepared, also exclaimed, startled, "Is it true?"

"Of course, I'll say it's in the general meeting!"

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng arrived downstairs in the office and was about to go upstairs with Yoko Okino's video tape. He couldn't help but pause when he heard the shout.

"Have you won the lottery?"

"It's a pity," the TV narrator continued, "Typhoon Devil was disqualified from the competition, and the ranking has changed. The first place is the No. 8 iron brandy!"

"How could this be?" Uncle Maori grabbed the TV desperately. "Isn't God helping the poor?"

"That, uncle..."

Gao Cheng appeared at the door, knocked on the door and said, "I'll return the videotape."

"My 3 million..." The uncle was shocked, leaning tightly in front of the computer, even his most precious Yoko Okino video tape seemed to be ignored.

"What's wrong with uncle?" Gao Cheng looked at Conan next to him in confusion.

"What else can I do?" Conan laughed speechlessly, "I lost the horse betting again..."

"Isn't it normal to lose?"

"Where do you rich people know the pain of the poor?"

The uncle snorted and looked back at Gao Cheng: "The 3 million I got has actually flown!"

"I didn't get it..."

Gao Cheng put the videotape on the coffee table and continued to look for it on the shelf.

"Are there any other videotapes except Yoko's? I forgot to watch Masked Rider last time..."

"Idiot, how could I record that kind of show?!" Uncle Maori said angrily, "You should find those little ghosts for this kind of thing!"

"Sorry, is it Mr. Maori?"

A woman wearing sunglasses appeared at the door, followed by a tall and thin butler with glasses.

"I'm Zhuangtang Walnut. I want to trouble Mr. Maori with something."

"Ah," Xiaolan whispered when she saw the visitor, "it is the big lady who won the 100 million yen lottery ticket on TV!"

"What?" The uncle stared wide-eyed and gritted his teeth to look at the person coming.

God actually loves the rich...

"It seems to say who is going to give the winning lottery ticket to," Xiaolan asked curiously, "but what's the matter with my dad for help?"

The uncle raised his spirits when he heard the words, but it was a pity that the person who came to send the lottery ticket was obviously not his goal.

"I'm right," said Zhuang Tang Hutao, leaning on a cane. "I want to give the lottery ticket to the boy who was seriously injured when I was a child. It is now impossible to identify it by his looks and voice, but I remember that time, his There was a long strip on the T-shirt, and blood oozes out. Although my eyesight gradually deteriorated because of the accident and I can't see it at all, but I can't forget that scene..."

The uncle was disappointed and said: "So you want to entrust me to use this wound as a clue to find the boy?"

"No," the butler man explained, "because it was said on TV, someone has already come to the door, claiming to be the same boy back then, and they are two..."

"Two?"

Uncle Maori sat face to face with Zhuangtang Walnut on the sofa and took two photos.

"I want me to find out which of these two people is the real one..."

"Yes, because only one person saved me."

"In other words, the other one is fake. It's purely to swindle money. It's really a nasty guy."

Uncle Maori saw the two people in the photo and continued to ask: "So, have you seen the wounds of these two people?"

"The butler Mr. Yasuya has seen it..."

"I have seen it," said the housekeeper. "The gentleman with brown hair is behind, and the gentleman with black hair is on his chest, all with big scars..."

"Are you not sure if the scar is on the back or on the chest?" Uncle Maori asked in surprise.

"Yes," Zhuang Tang Walnut lowered his head, "I only remember the distance between the two armpits of the wound, which is very large..."

"By the way, where is the location of the accident?"

"It was the summer vacation 30 years ago. When I went to Izu for vacation with my parents, I met a teenager who was about the same age at the beach..."

"Om!" The car drove away from the downstairs of the Maori detective office, leaving Gao Cheng alone to eat ashes.

Uncle this guy, he took the commission and ran away. It sounds like a good commission.

A nearly 40-year-old beautiful woman is looking for her first love. He has also watched reports on TV. In addition to the scars and the mysterious boy who knows nothing except for being called "sweet ginger", he has been holding on to it until now. Big beautiful woman's heart.

It’s amazing. It’s been 30 years and I haven’t forgotten it. And 30 years ago, I was in the second grade of elementary school. Is it true that children are in love so early and so long?

Gao Cheng thought of Dr. Fusha paintings, and also thought of Bu Mei who is a little ghost.

Is this world obsessed with the love of childhood sweethearts?

Think about him now 19 years old, his actual age is older...

...

Outside of Zhuangtang Walnut's house, Gao Sung-tempi was called over by Police Officer Mumu, and unexpectedly saw Police Matsumoto.

The boss of this police officer, Gao Cheng, actually rarely dealt with ~lightnovelpub.net~ and hadn't met a few times. The most impressive thing was the scar across his left eye and a serious flat face.

"Actually, I wanted to contact the Detective Jodo before," Matsumoto said solemnly, "The murderer who has been free of law for 20 years has finally got a clue..."

"Serious murderer?"

"Twenty years ago, I chased him to the pier alone. This scar was left by him, but I also took the knife that the guy had chopped off, and cut him down with my backhand, leaving it on his body. "One" word knife mark..."

Matsumoto looked at the luxurious villa of the Shodo family on the other side.

"So after seeing the news two days ago, I thought that guy might come to fish in troubled waters, so I followed..."

"Is the knife wound on the back or on the chest?" Gao Cheng asked.

"I can't remember," Matsumoto shook his head, "I just remember that there was a shot. I was injured in my left eye at that time and I couldn't see clearly... Anyway, Detective Kioto, I hope you can help us find the murderer. "