Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

Binga:... Never mind. If you don’t have enough IQ, you can make up for it with your looks. These two don’t need to be too smart.

In order to find a reasonable reason to go to the Maori Office to see what was going on, I started thinking about making up a reason and touched my face. Isn't it said that Scotland and Bourbon are companions?

very good!

that's it!

It just so happens that he doesn't want to work, so let Bourbon disappear for a while!

When it comes to spreading rumors, Binga is also one of the worst in the organization.

He swaggered up to the door of Maori Detective Agency and rang the doorbell. After a while, the door was opened.

Kogoro Mori looked depressed, reeked of alcohol, and had a stubbled face, as if he hadn't taken care of himself for a long time.

"Hello, what can I do?"

"Hello, Mr. Maori, my name is...Zhufushi Jingguang, I would like to ask you to help investigate someone."

Binga had long forgotten Scotland's voice and just made it low and hoarse, giving the illusion that it was caused by smoking.

"I'm sorry, someone important in my family passed away, so I won't be accepting any commissions for now."

Maori Kogoro was about to close the door, but Binga immediately interrupted him and pleaded, "Mr. Maori, I heard that you were the top student in the police academy and were once an excellent police officer, so I can only ask you for help."

Kogoro Mori welcomed the guest in and this time personally made a cup of black tea and placed it on the coffee table.

"What does Mr. Zhufu want me to do?"

"I want Mr. Maori to help me find someone," Binga pulled out a photo he found at the police academy five years ago from his phone and showed it to Maori Kogoro. "This blond-haired guy is called Furuya Rei. He's my friend. He disappeared a few years ago."

"I recently learned that he was active around here, so I want Mr. Maori to help me find this person."

Maori Kogoro picked up his phone and carefully checked the people in the photo. Finally, his eyes fell on the golden-haired man in the photo and asked, "You all graduated from the police academy. Where does Mr. Morobushi work now?"

"When I just graduated, I was assigned to the police department. Because I was busy with work, I didn't contact him for a while. When I went to look for him, I found that he was gone."

"Later, I left for work reasons, but I still tried to find out where he was. But I couldn't find him in five years. It was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth."

Binga showed appropriate sadness, as well as confusion and bewilderment.

"I just want to know if he is still alive, or if he is married? I..."

“I can let go!!!”

"Eh? Eh!!! What did you say? No, what is your relationship?!!!"

Kogoro Mouri's eyes were narrowed. Just when he was thinking about whether he should tell the other party that Toru Amuro downstairs might be the officer Furuya, he suddenly heard those words.

His old heart can hardly take it anymore. My goodness, are all young people so open-minded?

"Well, yes, he is my boyfriend. We confirmed our relationship when we first entered the police academy. I was worried, but he said he was single, so I agreed..."

Binga himself wanted to laugh at what he wrote. Fortunately, Bourbon was dead, otherwise he would have been furious if he heard it.

But he still had to pretend to be very sad, which made him very uncomfortable.

"I, I really want to know if he is safe. If... he has his own life, then I won't bother him."

Binga lowered his head so that Maori Kogoro could not see his current expression. The main reason was that he wanted to laugh so much, but he had to hold it back, which was very uncomfortable.

Kogoro Mori had a strange look on his face. He could already imagine what dangerous mission Amuro Toru, no, Furuya Rei was carrying out. No one told anyone, including... his old lover.

This Mr. Zhu Fu also went on some dangerous mission, and the first person he thought of when he came back was his old lover.

After investigation, it was found that the person was dead. Then I met a golden retriever who looked similar, so I asked him to investigate.

Kogoro Mori has already begun to imagine the separation and death of this ill-fated couple over the years. Every time they were in danger, the one survived by relying on his obsession to see the other.

Looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang in front of him, the expression on his face also became subtle.

He didn't agree completely, but still gave the other party a reassurance. He cleared his throat and said, "Actually, I've never heard of this Mr. Furuya you mentioned, but we can go downstairs for a cup of coffee. There's a waiter named Toru Amuro who makes delicious coffee."

"Why don't we talk about this over a cup of coffee? After all, he also has golden hair and is my disciple!"

Kogoro Maori secretly observed the expression of 'Morofushikū'. After all, he was an excellent policeman, so he hoped that he could understand the meaning of his words.

"Then this is the deposit." Binga took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Kogoro Mouri. He had made a lot of money from competing with Moscato for the jewelry store, so he didn't mind these.

Kogoro Mori gladly accepted it.

The two went downstairs and came to Polo Cafe.

Maori Kogoro found that only Enomoto Azusa was there, and he didn't see Amuro Toru, so he asked: "Where is Amuro? Why isn't he here? I wanted to treat my client to a cup of coffee made by him!"

"It's Mr. Maori. I'm so sorry. I haven't seen Mr. Amuro in the past two days. I don't know what's going on. I'm worried that something might happen to him."

Azusa Enomoto walked over to the seats where the two were sitting with the menu and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Gesha, iced Americano, thank you." Binga still likes iced Americano as always.

"I'd like a cup of Americano too." Kogoro Mouri doesn't like coffee at all. He came to look for Toru Amuro, but he didn't expect that he was not there.

"Not here?" Binga murmured in a low voice, but when Maori Kogoro looked over, he immediately changed his expression and changed the subject, "Mr. Maori just said that someone in the family passed away. Was it an elderly person in the family? Life, aging, illness and death are all common. Please accept my condolences."

Hearing this, Maori Kogoro became depressed, and the decadence in his body reappeared. He said in a low and resentful voice: "It's my daughter, but I don't know who the murderer is."