Chapter 987 Opportunity and Luck
"Will you just look for it directly?"
"It doesn't matter... Since you doubt them, just go and have a look. The three of them should be living alone and not far away."
"Well, that is, if you commit a crime, it's just a person who commits the crime?"
"Don't presuppose that they are criminals, hey!"
Listening to the conversation behind him, Tang Ze glanced at several people, lowered his head and pressed his phone a few times.
If nothing went wrong with his judgment, their cousin would most likely be fine.
But after all, there is still a little life lawsuit here, so you shouldn't be too careless... Let's ask someone to go and have a look.
"Where is Chiba and Yumi?" Takagi Sora approached Sato Mikako and whispered, "Is it a bit dangerous to let them sleep in the car?"
"Mr. Maori's car is safe." Sato Mikako remembered the two people who were drunk and unconscious, and couldn't help but shake her head, "It's true that Yumi proposed to join forces, but she got drunk so quickly..."
"Eh? Didn't you come to meet Officer Hagiwara?" Takagi was stunned for a moment.
"How could I come to the association to meet? Yumi happened to invite me, so I said otherwise I would be here tonight..." Sato Mikako was halfway through explanation and turned to look at him alertly, "What are you asking me for? You have also come to the association, and I haven't asked you what's going on."
"I, I don't think about it either. It was Chiba who insisted on pulling me together and saying to make up for the number of people." Takagi coughed. "Ha, then I'm dressing so formally?" Sato Mikako looked at the jacket on his body and curled her lips without feeling very happy.
Shi Takagi looks very pretty. He doesn't wear that suit that is the same as the police station, and it's really eye-catching when standing in the crowd.
If he hadn't been sitting with them all the time, there would definitely be girls coming to chat with them, right? "I just heard that the restaurant is very famous and wants to have a meal, and then I think it's better to have a formal meal if I want to have a meal with strangers..." Takagi Sukra grabbed his hair and said uneasyly, "I, don't I call you too, do you want to invite you to join me..." " "That's what you..." Thinking of the irrelevant phone call, Mikako Sato's expression paused for a moment and turned her head.
The two seemed to recall the awkward call and fell silent for a moment.
Ran Mori, who was following them, couldn't help but clear his throat: "You are like this, you are attending the association and bringing your own family members. Isn't it a bit provocative...?"
"Ah?" Sato Mikako reacted for a while before she understood what she meant, and quickly stuttered, "What, what family members, don't talk nonsense..."
"Hey, weren't you dating Officer Takagi in the paradise before? I thought..."
"What! I'm just... forget it!"
Mikako Sato cleared her throat, and looked at Masashi Emoto and took Kogoro Mori to an apartment, quickly speeded up and stopped talking to them.
Ran Mori covered his mouth and smiled for a while. Seeing Takagi Suk walking aside in a daze, he reached out and patted his arm: "Officer Takagi, come over quickly? Isn't this going to be an inquiry?"
"I, oh, oh..." Takagi Shiro came back to his senses, faced her teasing gaze, and grabbed her hair embarrassedly, speeding up her pace.
"How is your relationship with this Rokuda Takaji?" Kogoro Mori saw that Emoto was bent down and checked the surname on the apartment mailbox one by one, and frowned suspiciously, "Have you not been to his house?"
"Rooda, Ryuda... Oh, here, 203." Emoto, who found the door number, straightened up and shrugged, "I really haven't been here. He and I were friends who played with when we were young. After he came to Tokyo, he rented a house here, but he did not invite him. I've been here. "
"Then do you still trust him so much?" "
"Oh, I think people are still good at it, I believe he won't have any bad intentions. When we were young, I often went to his house to play," Emoto Kazushi walked towards 203 with a few people, and replied casually, "He wanted to be a musician since high school, and invited me to join his band, and he still insisted on it. People who can pursue their ideals for so many years can't go bad."
"Detective Maori, you don't have to follow." Mikako Sato reached out and pulled his sleeve, "You are more famous, and you might be recognized by the other party and alarmed him. If anything happens, we will notify you to pick you up as soon as possible."
"You high school students are here too." Takagi Suk suggested, "You are not as old as those who will appear in the sorority party. It is not easy to arouse suspicion..."
I quickly decided on the temporary team, and Kogoro Mori put his hand in his pocket, watching Emoto walk upstairs, and did not comment on his just evaluation.
It is a good thing for young people to have hope for friendship, and they will not be disappointed at this time.
If he wants to say that the more paranoid idealist is, the more likely he is to go on the wrong path when he is desperate, because compared to his ideals, other principles may be given up.
Emoto Kazushi still has some foundation. When he rang the doorbell and the walkie-talkie, his voice was very stable and he could not see any fluctuations.
After a brief wait, the apartment door was quickly opened. A young man in casual clothes looked at the few people standing at the door, a little stunned.
He looked at the combination of young men and women plus a child with no certainty, hurriedly swept over Mikako Sato's face, and finally turned his attention to Masashi Emoto.
"It's really Emoto... Is there anything you have to do when it's so late?"
"Oh, it's not a big deal." Emoto waved his hand and smiled and found a reason, "Didn't I have a sorcerer today? I mentioned you at the sorcerer. Some friends treat you..."
"...I'm more interested in your music!" Conan seemed to remember something, and with a sudden inspiration, he grabbed Mikako Sato's wrist and said in a very childish tone, "Brother Emoto said that you are very good at making music. I listened to the songs you wrote for us. My sister knows a very powerful musician. We want to listen to the songs you wrote!"
Mikako Sato was stunned for a moment, took back the words that had already reached the mouth, and looked down at Conan.
Where did she know any very powerful musicians? It is not the same concept as finding an excuse to enter his house to check it out and suddenly transforming it into a judge or something.
Although Rokuda Takao is the most suspicious, if he is indeed not a prisoner, it would be a bit too much to give him hope and let him down...
Conan squeezed his eyes at her and made a "Kitakawa" lip shaped.
If you don’t know someone, you will know him! Didn’t you often interact with Yusuke Kitakawa when searching for a lesson? If not, let him introduce you to Xiangfu Yuga! What's more, they just come first to find a reason and listen to the song! I don’t know if Mikako Sato understands it, but in short, the smile on her face was already re-hanged when she turned her head. "Well, yes, and we are planning to set up a band. I heard from Mr. Emoto that you have been making music for a long time and admire it very much." "...Emoto." Rokuda Shuoji turned his head and looked at Emoto Masashi, his expression was obviously very moved, "You, you actually introduced my song to others..." Emoto Masashi grabbed his hair and pursed his lips.
He had just seen something, so at this moment, looking at the expression on the face of this childhood friend, his mood was also complicated.
How do he evaluate this? The police have already known and intervened in this matter. Can today's matter end?
Seeing Liuda's face, which was a little thin and neglected to take care of, was full of stubble on his chin, he sighed slowly: "...Yes. You can't just look at you like this and use the money you have finally made to buy lottery tickets all day, right?"
At the same time, Tangze, who was standing downstairs, took advantage of the chatting between Ran Mori and Kogoro Mori, silently opened the hidden halo, and then quietly reached out and pulled out several letters from the mailbox marked Liuda that had completely overflowed out.
"Hey, Tang Zejun, this is not good..." The Eiyou, who had been following the last and silently observing them, was the first to discover his movements, and reached out to pull his elbow, "Although he is a suspect, he is not a prisoner."
The Maori father and daughter turned their heads and found that Tangze had begun to look through Rokuta's letters impolitely. "Even if he is really a prisoner, the police have to do this kind of thing. It's a bit like reading other people's letters privately..."
No mistakes, one poem, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one bar, one bar!
Before Maori Ran finished persuasion, Kogoro Mori had already stood beside Tang Ze and raised his hand.
Not only did he not stop Tang Ze, he also dug out several letters from the bulging mailbox and opened them to check.
"Hey, Dad!"
"Detectives just need to collect as much information as possible." Kogoro Maori shrugged indifferently, and even praised Tang Ze, "You have learned a lot when you act with the detectives."
Dang Ze, who had much more extreme means of collecting intelligence than this, showed a humble smile when he heard this: "It was taught by Uncle Maori."
"Dad, you look a bit like Shinichi now..." Maori Ran complained with his waist.
"Who looks like who? It's a rebellious thing..." Kogoro Mori raised his eyebrows and continued to check the letter unhappily, "This guy, the financial situation is very bad, there are so many bills for urging accounts."
"Well, there is also a reply letter that rejected his manuscript request." Tang Ze also opened an envelope and took out the content to read it. "He has indeed been insisting on making music, but it seems that his income is difficult to support him to continue living in Tokyo."
"I have been buying lottery tickets. A lot of prize redemption information." The more I said it, the more I became more and more in line with the stereotype. Kogoro Mouri frowned, "The more I read it, the more I felt that Emoto Masashi's judgment was probably a bit...huh?"
Soon, he found a familiar name.
"Emoto Shi sent the letter. Not yet opened..." He looked at the letter carefully for a moment, glanced at the other people, and slowly opened it.
"How is it? Doesn't it sound good?" Emoto sat Shi in Rokuda's studio. After listening to him play the demo, he patted his shoulder with a smile, "This kid is just not very lucky and has never had a chance to stand out. As long as he is given a chance, he will definitely get better."
Ruoda Zhuoji turned his head and looked at his hand that landed on his shoulder, pursed his lips and did not answer the conversation.
Mikako Sato and Shiro Takagi, who were not at all concerned about music, took back their gaze from their houses as if they had just come back to their senses and responded.
"Yes, I wrote very well, and I feel that I am not inferior to many singers!"
"It's very suitable, uh, yes, it's very suitable for some OST style..."
Conan looked at the two of them praising them as if they were speechless, retracted their sights on the guitar and observed Rokuda Shuoji.
Judging from the person's clothes and life traces, his financial situation is probably not so ideal, but it is not only filled with the collected CDs and vinyl, but also a lot of musical instruments and equipment needed to compose music, and the speakers used are even less expensive.
Considering the sound insulation of this apartment building, in order to live in this place for a long time, he probably needs to spend a lot of money to install sound insulation to avoid complaints from surrounding neighbors.
Emoto's previous summary of him was indeed correct. This is a guy who has no hesitation to pursue his dream of music. It can be said that his focus of life is on these things.
"So, you should buy less lottery tickets." Emoto sighed, and the words afterwards did not increase the volume, which was more like a very personal consolation. "I can understand your thoughts, but I all count on luck."
"...Why is it so serious?" Ruoda Shuoji smiled reluctantly, "Didn't I give you a lot of them too? I've sent you a few pictures at the end of the year. Do you have a good look?"
"There is nothing right, I can't win anyway, right? You, why not save the money you earned, even if you change to a better place to live?" Emoto stepped up Shi's strength to live on his shoulder, and said earnestly, "My luck has always been bad, and it's useless to send it to me. You guys are... I see that your mailbox has not been sorted for a few days."
"The mailbox downstairs? There's nothing to sort out, it's all those things anyway." Ruoda Chuoji smiled bitterly.
"What if you submit your submission?"
"If you are really hired, they will call. There is no need to do that, they are all bills, which makes people feel upset."
"... Let's take a look." Emoto slapped Shi hard, "Look at it, maybe there will be good news."
Rokuda Shuoji smiled and shook his head, raised his eyes and was about to say something, but he met the serious expression of Emoto Masashi.
Inexplicably, the jokes and self-deprecations he wanted to blurt out, and there were more questions about whether Emoto had found Shi when he found something, and the question disappeared under this look. "Okay, I understand..." Emoto took Shi back his hand, stopped looking at him, and turned to the two policemen who had already wandered around the room.
"How are you two, what do you think?"
(This chapter ends)