Chapter 116

A week later, when night fell, a mahjong hall in wudingmu, miyazamachi, was just beginning to be lively.

Gao Cheng and uncle Maori form a table, frowning and thinking about how to play cards.

Many days have not received a commission, he and uncle Maori become card friends under boredom, the relationship between the two finally improved a lot.

However, compared with Uncle Maori who was in a good mood, Gao Cheng's face was getting worse and worse, almost sinking out of the water.

Uncle Maori also said that there's nothing wrong with losing money on the card table, so it's like paying tuition fees. But Uncle Maori didn't lose much from the beginning to the end. Instead, he has been paying "tuition fees".

I've lost a week's board expenses

The original owner has hardly touched mahjong, and he is almost the same. Before crossing, he only watched others play mahjong. Moreover, the Japanese way of playing mahjong seems to be different, because a certain cartoonist knows something about it.

"Well." Uncle Maori looked at the mahjong in front of him. When he hesitated, he suddenly put out a small hand in uncle's eyes. Without saying a word, he pushed out a five barrel mahjong.

"What?" Uncle reaction, surprised and angry to mention the intervention of Conan, "you even play my card!"

"What's the matter," he said with a smile, "brother Maori, you're so lucky today. It's just a small idea to lose..."

"That's ridiculous!"

Conan didn't wait for uncle's approval, but happily knocked down the card.

"All in one, eight stations!"

"Ah!" Gao Cheng's eyes are straight. Who can tell him why Conan can play mahjong?

"Ha ha, I won again. Take the money, take the money quickly!" Uncle Maori was overjoyed.

"Ah, I've really convinced you. It's too much," the card loser said with a helpless smile. He got up and left the card table. "I'm so lucky today. I'm sorry, I have to go first."

"But then there is a shortage of people..."

"By the way, come to Feitian." One of the remaining players pointed to the opposite mahjong hall and suggested, "that's the president of Feitian who opened a financial company on the opposite side."

"Financial companies?"

Gao Cheng looked out of the window and saw that there was a "Feitian finance" in the opposite building.

"Is the president of the financial company playing with you?"

"In fact, he is a usurer. The only fun of President Feitian is counting money and playing mahjong," chuckles paiyou. "If you look for him, you will come."

After a while, the card player returned to the card table after calling: "he is still counting the money. He said that he would arrive in 30 minutes. He wants us to find someone to make up the number first."

"Let me do it," Conan volunteered. "I'll play before he comes..."

"No way!" Xiao Lan, who was still in his school uniform, appeared with his waist crossed and glared at Uncle Maori and Gao Cheng angrily! I wonder why Conan hasn't come back. You brought him here! "

"Xiaolan, Xiaolan..."

"Conan just went to primary school. How can he teach him to play mahjong?"

"That," uncle said in a cold sweat, "I brought him to know some numbers and Chinese characters..."

"Is it?" Xiaolan cold face holding Conan, "home, Conan!"

"By the way, Xiaolan," inquired the card player, "would you like to have a try? Just play for half an hour. "

"Don't," Lan said, turning her head. "I don't want to play this kind of dark and unhealthy adult game."

"Oh?"

Gao Cheng's eyelids jumped and then sank.

Nearly half an hour later.

"That's ridiculous!" Xiaolan cheerfully holds hands to push the card, "look, this time it's all Chinese characters, so beautiful!"

"Again..."

"Big, big three yuan... And the same word! Why don't you even play this card? "

Several people at the same table were all scared to pee, and even Gao Cheng couldn't help feeling a little weak.

Xiaolan on the card table is like a demon. Everyone is dominated by her innocent smile for nearly half an hour

Why didn't you know Xiaolan was so powerful before? Why don't you know Xiaolan's human design? If you know, he won't play mahjong with Xiaolan.

"Terrible woman..."

Gao Cheng wiped his cold sweat, looked at the green faced uncle Maori and his card friends, and faltered: "well, I don't think I'm suitable for playing cards today, so I'd better take another day."

"Ah, that's right," the card player responded and quickly echoed, "it's strange that Feitian is so slow. It's almost half an hour. I'll call and ask him. He seems to be in a hurry before. I don't know if there's anything wrong."

"Doodle, doodle!" There was a busy sound, but it didn't get through.

"Strange, no one answers. The light in the office is on..."

Gao Cheng looks slightly at Feitian finance in the opposite building.

After passing through Conan's world, the case has almost become a part of daily life, especially when he is often with Uncle Maori, who is known as "God of death", and Conan, he may encounter incidents anytime and anywhere.

Since Sherlock Holmes didn't expect the death of boss Jingu in the last Sherlock Holmes murder, he is quite sensitive to these things now... "Let's go and have a look." Many buildings in this area are similar in structure. Feitian finance is on the second floor like Gao Cheng's detective office. You can see that the windows are obviously still on. When they got to the door, they kept shouting, but there was no response from President Feitian. At this time, a financial company employee came back“ What's up? What do you do in front of our company? " The man in front of him was thirty or forty years old. He was wearing a pair of glasses and looked a little gentle“ We wait for your boss to play mahjong. If we can't wait for anyone, we will call him directly. "“ Is our president still in it? " The man opened the door and saw that the light was still on“ By the way, how did you come back? " Asked Uncle Maori curiously“ Because I left my phone in the company... "The man looked around, picked up a mobile phone on the desk and said to the public," if you look for the president, he should be in the president's room. "“ President“ President Feitian Several people followed the man to the outside of the president's room, shouting several times without moving. There was no response in the president's room, and the door was locked from inside. Without a spare key, Gao Cheng and uncle Maoli had to directly open the door. Inside, a fat middle-aged man fell into a pile of banknotes, looking terrible“ It's dead! " Gao Cheng is close to the corpse, vaguely smelling a bitter almond smell. It's potassium cyanide poisoning. It's a common poison in Conan. While uncle Maori is blocking the scene and letting people call the police, Gao Cheng looks carefully in the president's room. The door is locked from the inside, the only key is on the desk, and the window is locked from the inside... There is no reason for the person who planned to play mahjong to commit suicide suddenly. This is a murder in a secret room. Gao Cheng's eyes turned to the body and around it. Since it was not suicide, or someone poisoned, there was no food at the scene, the only suspicious thing was a cup of coffee. The specific situation can only be investigated after the police come.