I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

Vodka wasn't really good at comforting people. He looked at the horse racing results and patted Maori Kogoro on the shoulder: "It's okay, Detective Maori. Although you didn't win, the ticket I bought did. I'll treat you to a drink - uh, a meal - at noon today."

Vodka promptly swallowed the word "drink" and silently changed it to "eat". Even when he met Chu Ming's gaze, he turned his head away resolutely.

Drinking? Absolutely not!

Maori Kogoro didn't care whether Vodka was treating him to a drink or a meal. He just felt more sad and angry: "My own failure is painful, but the success of others makes me even more worried! Shouldn't this kind of award be won by a poor person like me? At that moment, I had already planned how to spend the money!"

"That's true. It seems that rich people are more likely to win the lottery." Xiaolan just brought the last cup of coffee from the kitchen and handed it to Maori Kogoro. Hearing this, she suddenly remembered something: "Wasn't there a report some time ago that a rich family's eldest daughter bought a lottery ticket and won 100 million."

Maori Kogoro became even more jealous after hearing this: "What?! How can I not be such an emperor of luck?!!!"

Xiaolan added: "But this young lady didn't intend to keep the lottery ticket. She planned to give it to the person who saved her life when she was in a car accident as a child. So she accepted the interview with the TV station, hoping that the boy would see the report and go to see her."

Chu Ming sat up straight. He was very interested in this kind of gossip. Hearing this, he interrupted and asked, "Has the boy been found in the end?"

Xiaolan shook her head: "It seems not yet. The rich girl was blinded by a car accident when she was a child, and she only saw her savior when she was a child. Now, after so many years, his voice and appearance are completely different, so it is difficult to tell them apart."

Chu Ming tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa. "Then how can that lady judge that the person who comes to her to collect the money is the lifesaver she is looking for? What if someone pretends to collect the money——"

"With the wound. In that accident, the boy left a long wound in order to save the rich lady. Even if the voice and appearance have changed, the scar will not change."

Maori Kogoro was very excited when he heard this. He stood up with his eyes shining: "I have scars on my body too! I have a scar on my shoulder. I got it accidentally before. Can I use this scar to get away with it?"

Chu Ming had left the sofa and moved closer to Maori Kogoro and the others when he was listening to the story. Hearing this, he pulled Vodka's sleeve and said, "Afu, you seem to have a scar on your body too? I saw it last time. It was a horizontal scar on your back. When did you get injured? Forget it, it's not important. Why don't you try it too?"

"How can this be possible? Isn't this cheating?" Xiaolan frowned. Because Chu Ming and his friends were guests, she could only stare at Maori Kogoro. "How can you cheat people with something like this?"

Vodka laughed twice in a naive way and said nothing. He didn't really care. It was only 100 million yuan anyway. The organization still had sufficient funds and there was no need for him to rely on scars to cheat money. But if Chu Ming really forced him to go, he would have no room for refusal.

Maori Kogoro laughed twice: "I'm just saying it. Besides, we don't know where the scar is."

"It was a big straight wound." With the sound of a blind stick, a man and a woman pushed the door open and walked in. The woman wore sunglasses and tapped the ground with her blind stick, while the man followed her silently. "Although I couldn't see much afterwards, the scene of his injury has always been in my mind."

Xiaolan turned around in surprise: "You, you are the rich lady? The one who won the 100 million prize...?"

Maori Kogoro cleared his throat, straightened his clothes that had been messed up when he showed the scar to everyone, and immediately got into work mode: "So this lady is here to ask me, the famous detective Maori Kogoro, to use this scar as a clue to find the boy back then, right?"

Shoutang Kurumi did not answer, but subconsciously turned her face to her side. Her butler, Hoko Taisuke, immediately responded, "Yes, there are currently two people who have come forward to claim that they are the boy, but they both have their own opinions, so the lady plans to use the power of Detective Mori to find out who the real boy is."

Seeing that Maori Kogoro had come to work, Vodka was about to say goodbye, but Chu Ming spoke first: "I have always heard of the name of Detective Maori. I wonder if I have the honor to observe your heroic deduction today?"

Facing Chu Ming's sincere and admiring eyes, Maori Kogoro was immediately overwhelmed, and agreed without thinking: "Of course I have no problem! It's just that Miss Shodo--"

Zhuangtang Hutao sat upright on the sofa and said in a gentle tone, "Of course, no problem. Normally, the housekeeper and I are the only ones living in the manor. If you don't mind the quietness and are willing to come over as a guest, I would welcome you very much."

After expressing his gratitude to Zhuangtang Kurumi, Chu Ming and Vodka squeezed on both sides of Maori Kogoro and listened to the details told by Zhuangtang Kurumi.

Zhuang Tang Hu Tao said that after the news was released, two people came to her one after another and said that they were the young man from thirty years ago. However, because she had described the events of that year in detail during the interview, the two people who came to her could tell the details of the time and she could not tell them apart.

As for the two men's scars, one was on the back and the other on the chest. Miss Zhuang Tang only remembered that when they were injured, the boy's scar extended from one armpit to the other, but she had no idea whether it was in front or behind.

Miss Zhuang Tang described her encounter with the boy, their pleasant interactions, and their reluctance to part. She even said that she could still remember the boy holding her hand firmly when she cried and said she didn't want to leave, saying that if she didn't leave, he could protect her...

Maori Kogoro's mouth twitched. He looked at Shodo Kurumi's current age, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Thirty years ago, you were not that old either, right?"

"Yes, I was in the second grade at that time." Zhuangtang Hutao sat quietly on the sofa with a light blush on her face, as if she was lost in memories.

"Is there such a rich love story being told in the second grade of elementary school?"

Mouri Kogoro complained in a low voice. No one else heard it, but Chu Ming heard it clearly. He glanced at Mouri Kogoro who seemed a little shocked, then glanced at Conan who was squeezed on the edge of the sofa, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

What's wrong with second grade in elementary school? It's quite late already.

This famous detective didn't know that Kudo Shinichi had been coveting his daughter when he was still in kindergarten.