Vol 20 Chapter 49: Billionaire Robber

"I said! I'm really a detective!" Sitting on the sofa of the Maori detective agency, the man in the trench coat said loudly.

Kogoro Mouri put his hand on the back of the sofa and asked, "Then why are you running away."

The man in the windbreaker scratched his head and said embarrassingly: "That's because your daughter suddenly chased me. I've been very timid since I was a child. I wore this pair of sunglasses to prevent the other person from looking down on me."

"Stop talking nonsense! Take it down!" Mouri Kogoro directly reached out and knocked down the man in the windbreaker's glasses.

Seeing how the man in the windbreaker took off his glasses, Mouri Kogoro couldn't help laughing. The eyes of the man in the windbreaker were like a newborn baby, not worthy of her tall figure.

"Listen carefully!" Mao Lilan suddenly said loudly: "This is related to Miss Yami's life!"

"I...I know..."

Kogoro Mouri coughed slightly, and then said, "Then you have received an entrusted case to help find Mr. Kenzo Hirota just like me."

"Yes." The man in the trench coat put on his sunglasses again, and then said: "It's just that I think Hirota's family is a bit strange."

"What do you mean?"

"That's it. The person who came to entrust me is this person." The man in the windbreaker took out the photo from his arms. The photo shows a tall man wearing a dark green suit with a Chinese character face.

"He asked me to help him find his brother who left Kyushu to work in Tokyo, because that was his only brother."

Kogoro Mori frowned and said, "He said it was his only sibling? Mr. Hirota has no one to rely on except Ms. Yami."

Moriran said, "And it's strange that the father Ms. Yami is looking for is from Yamagata Prefecture to Tokyo."

"It's really weird." Kogoro Mouri looked at the photo and said, "There can be two Mr. Hirota."

The man in the windbreaker said; "There is another thing that I find very strange is that I asked about the taxi company where Mr. Hirota works."

"whats the matter?"

"I heard that Mr. Hirota will not take guests until the evening every day. He always drives a taxi back and forth on the same route, and runs at a fairly fast speed."

"He may be just removing work pressure. This is a common thing in middle age." Kogoro Mouri said, "Oh, yes, who is this client?"

The man in the windbreaker said: "Hirota Akira, 28 years old, taller than 190 cm, tall man."

Mouri Kogoro suddenly exclaimed: "A tall man?"

"Yes." The man in the trench coat nodded.

"Could it be that the tall man that Officer Megome said..." Kogoro Mouri asked loudly, "Did you tell this tall man where Mr. Hirota lived?"

"Yeah..." The man in the windbreaker was taken aback and put his hands together on his chest and said: "In short, Mr. Hirota was killed after that, didn't he? So I think there must be a problem. "

"That's right." Kogoro Mouri looked at the photo and said, "This man killed Mr. Hirota, and then took Miss Yami away."

Having said that, Kogoro Moori patted the table and asked loudly, "Where is this guy's contact address!"

"I'm sorry..." the man in the windbreaker said with trembling lips: "He contacted me."

"So there is no clue."

auzw.com Xie Chen picked up the photo from the table. Since just now, he has always felt that the man in the photo seems to have seen it somewhere.

"I should know where he is..." Xie Chen said softly after a while.

Then, at seven o'clock in the evening, they took a taxi to the Mi Flower Hotel.

Kogoro Mouri asked, "Is that guy really in this restaurant?"

"It should be correct." Xie Chen said, "I saw it when I was walking in the afternoon."

Kogoro Mouri handed the photo to the hotel reception, who checked the registration information, and then told them that this person lives in room 802.

Xie Chen ran to the elevator quickly. When the elevator reached the first floor, a waitress with eyes, wearing a red skirt and black high heels just came out of the elevator.

Perhaps it was unexpected that there were so many people waiting in front of the door, when the cart suddenly tilted and the large suitcases scattered all over the floor.

"very sorry……"

"Really."

After helping her put the suitcase on the cart, Mouri Kogoro walked into the elevator, which reached the eighth floor.

After knocking on the door of room 802 for half a minute, no one answered, and finally pushed in.

"The door is not locked."

After turning on the light, what you see is a dead man with blood on his clothes. He is the tall man in the photo.

"Dead..." Xie Chen frowned slightly.

Kogoro Mouri walked slowly to the corpse, picked up the beer pouring in the hands of the tall man with his handkerchief, put it in his mouth and smelled it and said: "This is the smell of potassium cyanide. He should not be able to bear the pressure of crime. Suicidal."

Mao Lilan said: "I will notify the police immediately."

Xie Chen walked to the corpse and suddenly found that the wrist of the dead man was actually a watch from Masami Hirota.

Although he has only met Hirota Masami twice, he can firmly grasp every detail of the opponent in his memory.

In addition to the things the hotel should have, five or six empty aluminum alloy boxes were scattered in the room.

Looking for the same person and entrusting him with a completely different background, he drives on the same route every day, Mr. Hirota Kenzo's strange behavior.

"What?" Kogoro Mouri said loudly into the phone, "Mr. Hirota is single?"

On the other end of the phone came the voice of Officer Mumu, "Yes, he has no daughter at all, and he was born and raised in Tokyo."

"How is this possible..."

Xie Chen suddenly raised the corner of his mouth. These empty boxes scattered in the room should be the key to solving the case.

Xie Chen thought this way: Hirota Masami, Hirota Kenzo and Hirota Akira are not related.

The three of them don't have any intersection, but if they are combined with the recent incident, all the mysteries can be solved, which is the trio of robbers that robbed one billion yuan.

Judging from the quantity of this box, it should contain one billion yuan that was stolen. ..

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