Chapter 1833 Divorce Investigation

January 8, Monday, evening, on the way back to Naito Toriyaki, in the car.

Conan's cell phone rang, and it belonged to Lan, who asked where Conan was and why he didn't come home.

Conan Khan was alone, and Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi also called out one after another, and the four of them completely forgot to say hello to the family.

After Conan finished using his mobile phone, he lent it to other people, and found that Naito was looking at Mr. Kobayashi with an uncomfortable expression on his face. Conan knew what he was worried about, so he touched him encouragingly.

"That, Mr. Kobayashi..." Naito Si hesitated and couldn't speak, but he handed over the Resurrection Stone in his hand.

Mr. Kobayashi took the stone, didn't say anything, just rubbed Naito's head with a smile.

Feeling the long-lost tenderness, Naito couldn't help crying, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I took the stone."

Teacher Kobayashi smiled softly: "Mr. Naito, the teacher is very happy that you can speak honestly. You can't do such a thing again in the future."

"Yeah." Naitoji nodded vigorously.

"Ah, don't worry about that kind of thing." Mitsuhiko said with a smile, "Compared to what Yuantai did, it's nothing at all."

"Has Kojima-san done anything?" Teacher Kobayashi asked curiously.

Mitsuhiko said with a smile: "A lot, like the last time I played baseball, I hit the ball to someone else's house and broke their vase."

Ayumi smiled and said: "Also, once I went to the game company to borrow the bathroom, then ran around and took out all the unreleased games, I was so nervous that I wanted to surrender myself."

Yuan Tai protested: "Hey, that happened a long time ago." Then he said proudly, "By the way, there were incidents in those two times, so you should thank me, because I am the captain, we It's the Detective Boys who come across these incidents, and then they can solve them."

Conan is speechless, it can be counted when encountering an incident, but the resolution of the incident afterwards seems to have nothing to do with you.

Mr. Kobayashi's eyes lit up, "Ah, the extracurricular life of the Detective Boys is really rich."

Yuan Tai said with full arms: "Teacher, we won't let you join."

Mitsuhiko said, "That's right, it's too inconvenient to have a teacher around."

"I'm sorry, sir." Ayumi said.

"Ah, this makes the teacher very sad," Teacher Xiao Lin said, but he didn't have the slightest sad expression. Instead, he put his palms together a little excitedly, "Then as compensation, it's okay to tell the teacher."

Regarding this point, Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi did not object, but were very willing.

Mr. Kobayashi's eyes lit up, and Boss Naito, who was listening, was dumbfounded. He never thought that the child would experience a murder, and Secretary Naito admired it very much. ...

After eating dinner at Naito Toriyaki, it was getting late. Mr. Kobayashi accompanied the four of them back to school to pick up their schoolbags, and then sent them home one by one.

Conan is the last one. Mr. Kobayashi originally wanted to visit the house by the way and chat with the Maori detective, but he was a little disappointed.

Lan apologized, "I'm sorry, my father has an entrustment, but don't worry, I will let him spare time to go to school tomorrow."

Conan was amused, what kind of entrustment, let's go drink.

"No, no," Teacher Xiao Lin was very embarrassed, and quickly shook his hand, "Don't bother Detective Maori, there is nothing important."

"Is it really okay?" Lan confirmed.

"Yes, it's okay." Teacher Xiaolin said, "Then, I won't bother you."

"Yes, thank you teacher for sending Conan back." Lan reminded Conan, "Say goodbye to teacher."

Conan waved his hand and said, "Goodbye, teacher."

Teacher Kobayashi left, and Conan found an address record on Mao Li's desk, and immediately realized that Mao Li might have been wrongly blamed this time, and he should really have an entrustment.

Conan was very curious about this, "What is the uncle's commission this time?"

Lan pouted,

Helplessly said: "I heard from my father that it is a divorce investigation, and there is a person who is in a hurry to get a divorce."

Conan suddenly lost interest, that kind of thing, let the uncle solve it by himself. ...

The next day, Tuesday, January 9th, in the morning, before classes start, Didan Primary School, teachers' room.

Haibara accompanied Conan, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta to make up for Mr. Kobayashi's post-reading impressions. Conan and the three were all texts, while Genta was a painting.

Eel rice, the accompanying language is delicious.

Mitsuhiko shouted weakly: "No, Genta, the homework is the impression after reading it, so you have become a painting diary?"

"It's really Genta's style." Ayumi smiled, "I just want to eat."

"From the point of view of painting, the painting is not bad." Teacher Xiaolin was also a little bit dumbfounded, and could only explain it from another angle.

"It's okay." Yuan Tai was a little proud.

Teacher Kobayashi smiled and said, "However, since Kojima-san thinks it delicious, please be more specific."

Yuan Tai scratched his head, "Delicious is delicious, what else is specific?"

"It can be said from the three aspects of color, aroma, and taste." Huiyuan said, and then gave Yuantai a gourmet class, and Yuantai memorized some, and finally made up for the homework.

Teacher Xiaolin praised: "Student Huiyuan is really amazing."

Ayumi said happily: "Xiao Ai is great at cooking, she cooks at home."

Teacher Kobayashi clasped his hands together and said expectantly: "Then, the next time you visit home, can Huiyuan-san let the teacher taste your dishes?"

"No problem." Huiyuan said coolly.

At this time, the bell rang, and another day of primary school life began.

Conan sighed, when will it be a head. ...

Friday, January 12th, in the evening, at Mei Dai Restaurant.

Maori was very tired, yawned and said: "Yamazaki, you rest tomorrow, I will leave the matter to you, I want to sleep well."

"No problem, I will keep an eye on the target." Yamazaki smiled.

"Well, can you count me in?"

Today is the weekend, and Eisuke Hondo has also come to work. Although this task is only a divorce investigation, I want to try it.

"Forget it." Maori said angrily.

Seeing Eisuke Hondo's powerless look, Yamazaki sighed helplessly, "If you can promise to obey my command, Hondo, I can take you along."

"Yeah, I must obey the command, thank you very much." Hondo Eisuke bowed happily and thanked, but hit his head on the shoulder of the sitting Mouri.

Molly was holding a beer can to drink beer, but not only spilled beer all over his body, but the top edge of the beer can hit his chin, causing him to bite his tongue.

"Damn it!" Mao Li covered his mouth and screamed in pain, tears came out, and at the same time planted a mushroom on Hondo Eiyu's head angrily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hondo Eisuke rubbed his head and smiled dryly.

Yamazaki delivered the tissues speechlessly. He really had nothing to say, and only hoped that tomorrow's work would go smoothly. ...

Saturday, January 13, morning, Maori Detective Agency.

Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke gathered together, then took the tools and set off to replace Mori's class to help monitor the target.

In the work log, Maori recorded the results of monitoring the target every day for five days.

The target was an office worker man in his forties, a middle-level manager of a company, whose annual income was said to be 15 million yen, and his parents had left a house, which was said to be worth hundreds of millions of yen.

The target's activities in the past five days have been normal, going to and from get off work, going home from parties, and nothing happened.

Today is Saturday, and the target is still out, as if he is working overtime.

The two followed the target to work, and then squatted until noon. When they were discussing what to eat for lunch, the target came out with a briefcase. It seemed that working overtime was only half a day.

Followed all the way to Shibuya, and saw that the target met with a young and beautiful woman, and that woman Xiao Niao Yiren was holding the target, so it was probably confirmed.

In the end, the two target persons went to a love hotel after eating a sumptuous lunch worth tens of thousands of yen, needless to say the purpose.

"Okay, the task is completed." Yamazaki exhaled, and everything went well. Although Eisuke Hondo took pictures everywhere, he was not exposed at all.

"Is this the end?" Hondo Eisuke was a little unsure.

Yamazaki said with a smile: "Do you still want to go in and film their actual combat?"

"No no..." Hondo Eisuke blushed and shook his head. ...

Maori Detective Agency.

Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke handed in two mobile phone data cards. It is much more convenient to shoot now, just use a mobile phone.

On the laptop, Yamazaki showed Mori their results.

"Very good, the evidence is conclusive, and the job can be done." Maori was very satisfied.

Lan was very dissatisfied, "Really, such a good family, why did such a thing happen?"

"Hehe, you'll know it when you see his wife," Mao Li said with a smile, "Not only is she fat, but she also has a bad temper. It's completely incomparable with this kind of little bird."

Lan pouted, but had nothing to say. ...

Sunday, January 14, morning, Maori Detective Agency.

Looking at the fat middle-aged woman with heavy makeup in front of her, Lan had to admit that there was a reason why her husband went to find other people.

Mao Li took a bunch of bills for food and travel expenses, as well as a printed out, a general ledger form made by Eisuke Hondo, and reported the account to the client.

Looking at the photos, the client happily completed the contract, paid the full amount of 200,000 yen and more than 20,000 yen for miscellaneous damages, and left happily.

"It's really strange, the price is too high." Conan was a little strange.

"Never mind her." Maori happily prepared to put away the envelope on the table, but felt a threat from Lan.

Looking at Ran clenched his fists, Mori was heartbroken to share the spoils, but Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke only took 10,000 yen, which was regarded as travel expenses. ...