Chapter 1074 Is It because No One Has Died Yet?

When Nobushige arrived at the address sent by Mao Lilan, her mother-in-law was cooking for the guests, and the flour on her hands was not washed off when she opened the door.

And her only two guests, Mao Lilan and Conan, were sitting at the dining table and looking at the room curiously.

"Good evening, Mr. Asano." Seeing Nobushige, Mao Lilan greeted with a smile, "My mother-in-law said that my father would come over every night recently to help, so Conan and I wanted to come over and see if we could do anything."

Nobushige joked: "By doing this, Mr. Mori should be considered as accepting the commission privately. Logically, he has to pay liquidated damages to the firm..."

"What kind of liquidated damages?!" The mother-in-law picked up the shovel angrily and glared at Nobushige, "Did the Maori detective help me, an old woman, hurt you in any way? You capitalists have such ugly faces!"

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law!" Mao Lilan quickly stood up to smooth things over, "Mr. Asano was just joking, he didn't mean it."

Nobushige and Conan looked at each other, both very helpless.

Women are scary, old women are even scarier, and unreasonable old women are the scariest.

In the end, because Asano Nobushige was Mouri Kogoro's manager, the old woman did not kick him out, but prepared a light meal for him.

"Eh? So you are the landlord of this apartment?" In just a few minutes, Mao Lilan had already chatted with her mother-in-law.

"Yes, not only here, but also the house next to me." The old lady of the house said calmly, "It's just that my only relative, my granddaughter, doesn't want to inherit it, and these houses are being taken back."

The Okonomiyaki in the pan exuded bursts of charming aroma. The old woman stared at the dancing fat as if she were watching her own child: "Mr. Mori seems to like the Okonomiyaki I made very much. He makes it every time he comes here." Eat two. I don’t have any other dishes to offer, so you guys should try it and see how it goes.”

The old woman was putting the plates on the table when the door bell suddenly rang.

"Ah, it must be my dad!" Mao Lilan stood up, "I'll open the door for him and surprise him."

Conan's attention was always on Mao Lilan. When he saw this, he immediately jumped off the chair and followed Mao Lilan to the entrance. Nobushige stayed where he was and stared at the old lady. Between them was the fragrant Okonomiyaki.

"Huh? Who are you and why are you pretending to be me...ah!"

Mao Lilan's exclamation came from the other side of the gate.

The old woman frowned and asked Nobuhiro: "Did you hear anything?"

Nobushige drank tea calmly: "It should be Mr. Mori and his daughter talking."

"Okay, what kind of Okonomiyaki do you like? I can make any traditional flavor."

"It's garlicky."

With Conan by Mao Lilan's side, Nobuhiro was not very worried. After all, one of these two people has the aura of being the absolute protagonist in Ke Xue's world, and the other has always been known as a koi girl. Even if Ayumi is kidnapped a hundred times, nothing will really happen to these two people.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Mao Lilan came in with her father.

Nobushige looked at this "Mr. Mori" with a calm expression, but "Mr. Mori" himself seemed very nervous, with sweat on his forehead.

"Uh, um..." Mao Lilan winked at Nobuhiro, "The surprise I gave my dad seemed a bit too big, and he couldn't accept it, hahaha!"

Mao Lilan's embarrassment has overflowed into the room, and "Maori Kogoro" is even more stiff and pretending to be affectionate with Mao Lilan as father and daughter.

Seeing this, Nobushige sighed helplessly and said: "Sit down and eat first, Mr. Mori, my mother-in-law specially made your favorite Okonomiyaki."

Fake Maoli has learned the identity of this man from Maolilan, and after listening to his words, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that the white lies between him and his girlfriend can continue again.

During the meal, during the communication gap, Conan leaned into Xinfan's ear and explained this wonderful thing to him.

"In other words, Mr. Onda Liaoping is actually the boyfriend of my mother-in-law's granddaughter. He was asked by his girlfriend to help her?" Nobushige helplessly raised his head, "Is the image of a famous detective already so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people? "

"Yes, after all, they are also doing it for my mother-in-law. If we expose it directly, she will be very angry." Conan encouraged, "Anyway, let's observe for one more night. If Onda Liaoping is a liar, we will call the police directly. "

Mouri Kogoro lacked everything except the policemen he knew and caught a lot of them.

In the following time, my mother-in-law seized every opportunity that the famous detective visited and actively asked him to help solve the problems she encountered in life.

Of course, the pseudonymous detective can't do anything about it, but fortunately Conan is by his side. He was just like when he solved the case with Mouri Kogoro before, except that the tool man beside him was changed.

Seeing this, Nobushige sighed in a low voice: "It turns out that the formula of Conan + Passerby = Detective is real."

Mao Lilan was confused: "Mr. Asano, what are you talking about?"

"No, it's nothing."

"By the way, I haven't had time to thank you yet." Mao Lilan turned to Nobuhiro and said sincerely, "If it weren't for you, Conan would have been killed in South Africa."

"It's just a piece of cake, you don't need to take it to heart."

"How can this be done? Life-saving grace is more important than anything else. If Conan is mischievous and affects your work again, don't be polite to fix him directly."

Xin Fanmo: "...I've never been polite."

"That's it. Take away the books stacked on the coffee table and the automatic turn will no longer occur." Over there, Conan had already solved the old woman's problem by pretending to be a detective.

It turns out that the so-called TV always automatically switches to the turntable function, just because my mother-in-law pressed the remote control under the pile of books. As long as she lightly touches the books, she will press the buttons on the remote control.

"Oh, thank you so much, Detective Maori!" It was clear that Conan had solved the problem, but the mother-in-law held the fake Maori's hand excitedly, as if it was her long-lost grandson, "I am an old woman, When encountering such a supernatural incident, I almost called the police. Thanks to you, you are so amazing. I didn’t believe those rumors before..."

As his mother-in-law kept lamenting, Conan expressed his confusion: "Why should we call the police for such a trivial matter?"

"Why didn't you call the police?" Nobuhiro asked, "Is it because no one is dead yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a scream suddenly cut through the silent night and squeezed into the happy room - "Ah!!!"

Nobuhiro: "..."

He thought this was very strange. The God of Death should be Conan, so how could he compete with the God of Death for his job?