Conan wants to lie down but won't let him

"What!? Brother Fujiwara, are you saying that he is the person that dad asked me to track? Dad, is this true?" Xiaolan said in surprise.

"Huh!?" Conan didn't expect Fujiwara Hiroshi to suddenly say this. Conan knew that this must be an acquaintance of Mouri Kogoro, but he hadn't thought about it in that direction yet.

"Yes, that's right, it's definitely him! What on earth is going on?" Kogoro Mouri was visibly nervous and couldn't figure it out.

"But I've been following him for three days. How did he suddenly show up at the fire festival in Red Oni Village in Gunma Prefecture?"

Kogoro Mouri is also puzzled now. He no longer feels that he can make money easily. He was just feeling complacent, thinking that the money was easy to make.

Now Kogoro Mori has only one feeling, that is, the 50 yen he earned is really hot, and he never expected to encounter such a thing.

"I was still following him last night, but today... this man must be Masaki Negishi." Kogoro Mouri felt his scalp tingling at the coincidence.

Now Kogoro Mouri could no longer wait, so he called Fujiwara Hiroshi and Ran to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to record their statements and provide clues.

There's nothing he can do about it. He's the enthusiastic citizen, Kogoro Mouri, who loves to help others and help the police solve cases. As a famous detective, it's his unshirkable responsibility.

However, Kogoro Mouri had no intention of bringing Conan to the Metropolitan Police Department. It was Conan, the shameless one, who came to the Metropolitan Police Department with him.

Conan hasn't played football with the three idiots of Teitan these days. Now he feels like playing football, so he brought a football and is playing happily by himself.

"Brother Fujiwara, why is my father so slow? Didn't we say he was just going to give a statement? Why hasn't he come out yet after so long?"

Seeing that it was almost dark, Xiaolan couldn't help but complain at the door of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Just be patient and wait. Brother Mori was the last person the deceased had contact with before his death!" Fujiwara Hiroshi shrugged, indicating that this kind of thing would definitely not happen quickly.

"What Fujiwara Hiroshi said is absolutely correct. My uncle was with the murdered Negishi Masaki until yesterday. He is a very important witness for the police!"

Conan was answering Xiaolan's questions in his heart, while also playing football and seriously thinking about the possibility of the case.

But Conan, what's with your expression? Someone's already dead, so why are you still so excited? His expression gradually became distorted.

"What is going on? Uncle, can you please come out soon? I'm getting impatient." Conan got so excited that he increased the frequency of kicking the ball, almost leaving an afterimage.

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"Five hundred million yen?" exclaimed Kogoro Mori.

"That's right. According to our current investigation, Masaki Negishi took out a life insurance policy of 5 million yen before his death." Inspector Megure, an old acquaintance, said to Kogoro Mouri with a serious face.

After all, Kogoro Mouri is a frequent visitor to the Metropolitan Police Department. Normally, this information cannot be disclosed to the outside world, but after all, Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Megure are family members!

"This is unbelievable! Then why would the beneficiary of this huge life insurance policy be you, Mr. Abe, who is just a friend of his?"

With a gorgeous turn, Kogoro Mouri directed his attack at the squinty-eyed Abe Yutaka standing beside him.

That's it, a slight smile, squinting eyes, all the elements are present. If you are not the murderer, who else could be the murderer?

As long as Abe Yutaka can get the police to issue a certificate that Negishi Masaki was murdered, he can get the insurance compensation of 5 million yen from the insurance company.

So he couldn't wait to come to the Metropolitan Police Department, hoping to get this certificate and get the compensation money.

"Besides, you were the client who asked me to track Mr. Negishi Masaki before this case happened. What exactly does this insurance money have to do with you?"

Kogoro Mori was filled with righteous indignation and pointed his finger at Abe Yutaka's nose and shouted loudly.

Although he didn't understand the twists and turns here, Kogoro Mori was very sure of one thing: there was definitely a conspiracy behind this matter.

This was not only noticed by Kogoro Mouri, but also by all the police officers present in the Metropolitan Police Department. Just imagine, if Kogoro Mouri could eliminate the wrong options in the case, how could others not see it?

The problem is that it is useless to just see it. They have no evidence and no way to prove that this matter is related to Abe Feng in front of them.

So they could only watch Abe Feng being arrogant in front of them, but they had no way to do anything to him. Moreover, Abe Feng always kept a smile and squinted his eyes, which made them want to beat him up, which made people feel even more hateful.

"It's just a game." Abe Feng said slowly, his glasses reflecting off the light.

"What!?" Inspector Megure even suspected that he had heard it wrong. Abe Yutaka was actually talking about a game.

There are many kinds of arrogant criminals: there are those like Gin who are cold-blooded, indifferent to everything, and never take others seriously. It was the appearance of Fujiwara Hiroshi that put a damper on his arrogance.

There are also those extremely vicious criminals who have arrogance written all over their faces, and their ferocious looks intimidate every passerby who passes by them.

Then there are people like Abe Yutaka, who appear harmless on the surface, with a slight smile, squinting eyes, and speaking softly, but they reveal in some tangible or intangible ways the arrogance of being confident of victory and that no one can do anything to me.

Just look, Abe Yutaka's casual words almost broke down Inspector Megure and Mouri Kogoro, which fully demonstrated what it means to be not very harmful but extremely insulting!

"Negishi and I have been good friends since college, and it has been more than 20 years now." Abe Yutaka raised his head and immediately retracted the image reflected by the lenses, returning to his previous smiling look.

"One day when we were drinking, he said to me: We are both 42 years old this year, not young anymore, how about we make a bet to see who will live longer?

My response at the time was: "That's an interesting one." I'm naturally interested in challenging things, so I didn't object.

Negishi suggested again: Since it is a bet, there must be a stake. How about we bet 5 million yen?

That’s how I accepted his proposal.”

Abe Yutaka told the content and stakes of the bet, and even said that it was proposed by Masaki Negishi. It doesn't sound credible at all. It's a pity that Masaki Negishi is dead now, and there is no evidence to prove whether it was he who proposed it.