"To be honest, not long ago, Mr. Maori helped his little girl a big favor." Mr. Siyi introduced to all the guests.

He smiled, but no matter how he looked, he seemed to be sneering.

Rika Siyi stood beside her father, looking like a good girl. When she heard her father praise Uncle Maori, she bowed slightly, but no one noticed that there was a hint of disdain in the corner of her eyes.

What kind of detective is not a clown, he is specially pleased with this lady...

"Haha, nothing more." Uncle Maori looked proud, he really deserved a beating.

Didn't he see it? They used him as a joke. They really thought that helping to find a dog would be grateful to him. Inviting him to attend a birthday party was just an extra person to show off.

"Dad, why did you help Miss Sijing?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

She and Conan had no idea what Uncle Maori did, so they were brought to attend this birthday party in a daze. Now they heard the eldest lady’s father say that his father had helped a lot, but when they remembered his confused behavior, they always felt a little uneasy.

"This is a big case!" Uncle Maori said mysteriously.

That is, he can treat looking for a dog as a big case.

Other detectives, even if they starve to death, will not accept the entrustment of dogs or cats.

This kind of commission is simply an insult to the detective industry.

As a big detective, you should help the police solve the case like Sherlock Holmes.

(What big case, 80% are looking for a dog...)

Conan knows Uncle Maori very well and silently complains in his heart.

Without his own help, the uncle could take the dog's entrustment. After all, before he arrived, the uncle also continued to do so. I really don't know how his detective office maintained it.

At this time, a man in glasses walked to Uncle Maori and showed an exaggerated smile on his face: "I have heard of it all, Detective Maori, it is really not easy for you to find Miss Rika's beloved dog, Bartel."

"Where?" Uncle Maori said with a smile.

Is it useful for his embarrassment to behave now?

Everyone knows who you, Kogoro Mori, is, a famous detective? Stop teasing, you are obviously a dog-seeking brick!

Conan stood aside quietly. He didn't dare to stay next to Uncle Maori because it was too embarrassing. Although he is a primary school student now, it's no big deal to be embarrassed. But elementary school students also need face.

"I'm so sorry, Hello, my name is Yizhilong. It's so honor to meet you, a famous detective today!" Yizhilong handed his business card to Uncle Maori.

"Haha, it's too much." Uncle Maori reached out and touched the back of his head, with a look of "I'd be embarrassed to say that", but in fact he was not embarrassed at all, but rather happy.

As a famous detective, you must have a good reputation, and fans are indispensable.

Although this man is a little ugly, he is not a cute girl, but it doesn't matter. For the sake of his appearance, we forgive him for being a fan of Kogoro Mouri.

"That's right, I think as long as you look with that sharp look, all the prisoners will plead guilty on the spot. No wonder Miss Lihua chose you to help." A tea-haired man came over and said with a smile: "My name is Yuji Nikaido, I'm very happy to know you."

Conan: "…"

Please, even a poor detective can do something like looking for a dog. Is it really good for you to praise your uncle like this?

"Hmph!" A man with a braided braid, as if he had returned from Africa, snorted coldly: "You guys have enough, and you will be there to please..."

The man who spoke was named Takuya Mifune, who was the owner of an electronics factory and looked quite young.

"Manchuan, what are you talking about?" Yuji Nikaido said angrily.

"What am I talking about? You know very well in your heart. You just want to flatter Miss Lihua." Takuya Mifune shook his head, looked at Yuji Nikaido and Takashi Ichira, and then looked at Uncle Maori: "And... in my opinion, this so-called famous detective is just a middle-aged uncle who likes to take advantage of him."

Uncle Maori said angrily: "What did you say?"

I am a famous detective. If you say that, be careful that I will curse you and be hit and killed by a car when you go out!

"Manchuan, you are so rude. Come and apologize to Mr. Maori." Ichizhi Takashi hurriedly advised.

"Hey, Wujo, do you think so too, right?" Sanbuji said to Wujo Xiu who was standing beside him.

"Yeah." Wuzhao nodded and said, "I was looking forward to it, but he was much different from what I imagined. Now I feel that the famous detective is a bit unworthy of his name."

(Damn it! You guys, you guys, actually dare to underestimate my famous detective Kogoro. Since that's the case, then I'll...)

Uncle Maori was so angry that he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could go up and beat these boys up, but at this moment, a middle-aged man with a mustache came over: "You don't understand now. Don't you know that the powerful eagle will hide their claws. Mr. Maori pretended to be like this, and it was to make others give up their guard. I'm right, Mr. Maori?"

"Hey, hehe, yes." Uncle Maori said with a smile.

He finally got a step down, so of course he had to take it, otherwise what should he do? Will he really beat them up?

This does not conform to the style of a famous detective.

After that, those people began to praise Miss Sijing, praise her beauty, and praise her intelligence... In short, it was just some nice words, obviously flattering the lady.

Uncle Maori was in a particularly bad mood after hearing these words.

It's so hateful. You are all my fake fans. I want to turn grief and anger into appetite and eat you rich people!

Uncle Maori started to eat a lot of special food and drank a lot of high-end wine.

When the birthday party ended, Uncle Maori got drunk too.

At this time, the guests dispersed, but the driver came in and informed him that the car Miss Lihua was riding in when she came had a tire blowout.

Sijing Lihua was also mentally ill. She changed to a car when the tire broke, but she wanted to take her own car. The others began to be very attentive and wanted Miss Lihua to get into her own car, but the driver told them that their car had a tire broke.

No one thinks something is wrong. Could it be that Conan's halo of death is affected?

In the end, there was no choice but to stay in the villa for the night and wait until tomorrow to drive over to pick them up.

"Everyone is back, so let's go too." Uncle Maori drank a little too, but before he could go to the scene, he saw that all the guests had left, so he stood up and wanted to drive Xiaolan and Conan home.

"No, Dad, let's go when you sober up." Xiaolan didn't dare to take a drunk person's car, and decisively rejected Uncle Maori's request.

Others also persuaded Uncle Maori to stay.

The drunk uncle Maori actually couldn't understand what they were saying, and he just felt that his ears were noisy, as if there were flies buzzing.

"Xiaolan, if you are worried about Uncle Maori, I can drive you back." Lin Qiu came over with Mika Taniguchi and greeted Xiaolan and Conan.

"Hey, Lin Qiu, why are you here?" Xiaolan asked in surprise.

"The birthday party that I can't let go, I actually don't want to come." Lin Qiu spread his hands and said that he was helpless.

"Ahem..." Mika Taniguchi coughed twice and whispered: "Boss, you have to be careful, Miss Lihua is next to you."

"What's the matter?" Lin Qiu asked back.

Mika Taniguchi: "..."

If you win, you are the boss. You have the final say. You can do whatever you want. I won’t serve you anymore!
Chapter completed!