Chapter 501 Who Killed Whom?

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you talking about, kid?" Mouri Kogoro argued with a dark face, "At worst, I won't bet on horses anymore."

Mao Lilan immediately expressed doubts: "If dad could do it, he wouldn't have lost 30 million."

Maori Kogoro:"……"

Xiaolan, at least save some face for your father, so many people are listening!

Fabian West laughed heartily: "Mr. Maori has such a caring family in his life, and he has a capable agent to help him at work. If I tell him about it, others will be jealous."

"Where." Mouri Kogoro scratched the back of his head. Although he said modest words, the expression on his face was very proud.

"I heard that Mr. Asano has a younger sister," Fabian West suddenly changed the topic to Nobushige, "Why don't you bring her here to play?"

Nobuhiro hadn't spoken yet, but Mao Lilan showed a worried look: "Speaking of which, Mr. Asano would take Xiao Ai to the music classroom or office before, but why haven't I seen her recently? Is it because Xiao Ai is sick? "

"Xiao Ai's health is very good." Nobuhiro reassured her and explained, "It's just that I still feel that the environment of the detective agency is not suitable for children to grow up."

"Oh, that's true." Mao Lilan agreed, "The commission my father received was either to catch the mistress, or his life was threatened. It is indeed not suitable for children to come into contact with."

Conan: "???"

Not suitable for children to touch? What about him?

Although he has the heart of a seventeen-year-old, in Xiaolan's heart, Conan should only be seven years old!

Mao Lilan clasped her hands together and said with a smile: "In that case, I will go to Mr. Asano's house to find Xiao Ai after I have a few days off. I even bought her cute clothes when I went shopping with Yuanzi last time."

"Sister Xiaolan, you went to Asano's brother's house but you couldn't find Asano Haihara Ai." Conan said lazily, "Asano is now living at Dr. Agasa's house."

"Ah?" Mao Lilan was surprised, "How could this happen?"

So Nobushige had to explain to them again. The excuse was just that he was busy with work.

Such a reason can be understood by Dr. A Li, but it will never pass Mao Lilan's level.

Sure enough, as soon as Xinfan finished speaking, Mao Lilan said to him angrily: "Xiao Ai's nature is different from other children. How long ago did you hand her over to someone else to raise her?"

"Yes, yes." Conan looked at Nobuhiro jokingly, adding fuel to the fire without politeness, "Asano-san has been in a very bad state recently, always looking worried. Are you sure she is not because of you? Is it because of depression or something?"

Nobuhiro: "..."

Ah, it’s so hard to keep a smile on my face. He really wanted to give Conan an ice cream, the kind that would be placed upside down on his head!

Fabian West asked with interest: "Who is Dr. Agasa you are talking about? Is he a friend of Mr. Asano?"

Nobushige glanced at Fabian West lightly while enduring the dual verbal attacks from Mao Lilan and Conan. But he didn't say anything.

Up to now, Nobushige has basically confirmed that Fabian West is not a character who appeared in the original world line. Then there are countless possibilities for his identity.

And Nobuhiro always felt that this man gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen him somewhere before, or it might just be an illusion.

In short, as a person who appeared at the Maori Detective Agency at such a sensitive time period, Nobuhiro absolutely did not believe that Fabian West was just a detective who yearned for Sherlock Holmes.

For Americans...the organization or the FBI?

…

In fact, it is very simple to determine whether Fabian West is a member of the organization. Xinfan only had to bring Hui Yuan Ai over and take a quick look from a distance to figure it out.

Hui Yuan Ai could accurately feel Mescal's aura when he lost his memory. There was no reason why it wouldn't work after he recovered his memory. Her radar should be getting sharper.

However, Nobushige didn't want to exchange other people's pain for information, especially that other person was Haibara Ai.

Opening the car door and sitting in the back seat, Nobuhiro threw the photo of Fabian West directly to the man next to him: "Help me see if this person is a member of the organization."

As for what happens if Fabian West is a friendly force, doing so would be equivalent to betraying him...

Haha, it's just the FBI, not the police.

Gin's fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly, then frowned and said, "How can I remember the faces of everyone in the organization?"

In his understanding, there are only three types of people: those with use value, those with no use value, and the dead.

Mezcal, bourbon, and vodka are all useful people and can become companions, among which vodka is more useful. Passers-by on the street and most of the peripheral members of the organization who have no contact with him are people of no use value. As for Kudo Shinichi, traitors who will soon be dealt with by the organization, etc., these are all dead people.

Let Gin waste his brain cells remembering the faces of useless people?

You must know that model workers are very hard-working. They have to deal with many things every day and do not have much free time to think about them.

Nobushige picked up the photo that fell to the ground due to Gin's neglect and stuck it on Gin's face.

"Mezcal!!" Gin angrily took out his pistol and pressed it against Nobushige's temple, "Do you want to die?"

"No," Nobuhiro replied honestly, "but I want you to take a look at the photos. Even if you have no impression, you can at least help me investigate. I'm afraid my understanding of the United States is not as deep as yours."

"America, you should find Belmode." Even so, Gin still put away the pistol indifferently and took the photo off his forehead.

The vodka in the driver's seat was so frightening that sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he discovered that the violent Gin brother did not start a fight with Mezcal, but easily let go of the man who dared to be rough with him.

Is this really gin?

Oh, the other person is mezcal, so that’s okay.

"Bang——" "Crack!"

The sudden sound of gunshots and the sound of breaking glass scared Vodka so much that he almost stepped on the accelerator!

Brother, can you finally bear it? Shot at such a close range, Mezcal was dead.

Although his face hurt a little, Vodka was more worried about what kind of punishment Gin would suffer if he casually executed the core members.

"Brother, I think you should calm down. No matter how extreme Mescal is, he is still an inner member of the organization. What should we do now..." Vodka turned back stiffly and met Nobuhiro's smiling eyes with one glance. .

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Oops! Could it be that Mescal killed the eldest brother? ! !