Detective Conan: The Grey Winged Angel

　　 August 9th, night, Mihuacho.

　　 Lan found a French restaurant, and combined Yamazaki and Conan with Yuanzi who hadn’t come to slaughter the Maori meal. Mei Daizi only needed a five-inch French cake for fifty thousand yen. Lan visited the garden, but the garden said that there were no activities tonight, but people couldn't come, and the mouth still came. The cake was introduced by the garden.

　　 Stepping on the fireworks of the Zhongyuan Convention, five people who were not enough to eat and drink came out of the hotel. The gross profit was not enough, and the credit card was deliberately not brought, so even if the money was spent on my own, I didn’t enjoy it.

　　 When Mori was heartache, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him. When he looked back, it turned out to be Jun Omura, who was dressed at home, carrying a convenience bag and carrying a bag of things. It seemed that he had just returned from a convenience store. And as Omura approached, Maori couldn't walk when he saw that the bag was what he needed urgently—beer.

　　 "Good evening, Uncle Omura." Lan and the four greeted.

　　 "Hello." Atsushi Omura said with a smile, "Maori, I don't have enough to drink according to your appearance." Lifting the bag, "How about going to me for a drink?"

　　 "Good, good," Maori nodded quickly.

　　 "Uncle Omura, we have to go back to help close, so we won't go there." Yamazaki said, "Say hello to Aunt Yumi for us."

　　 "Okay." Atsushi Omura smiled, "Say hello to Miko Yumi and me."

　　 "Okay, Uncle Omura." Mei Daizi said, and then left with Yamazaki.

　　 Mori asked, "By the way, Ajun, is Yumi away? It won't bother you, right?"

　　 "I'm working overtime at the Zhongyuan Conference." Atsushi Omura smiled, "Go here."

　　 "Oh." Maori asked, "What time is this going to?"

　　 "Ten o'clock in the evening." Atsushi Omura said.

　　 "Huh? Isn't that fast?" Maori said hesitantly, "This..."

　　 "Don't worry, Yumi won't be back until two or three in the morning." Atsushi Omura smiled, "We have drinking time."

　　 "Two or three in the morning?" Maori asked, "It's so late, this is..."

　　 "Really, Maori, did you commit an occupational disease again?" After patted Maori, Omura Jun smiled, "I want to go somewhere."

　　 "I'm sorry, I just resolved an incident today." Maori smiled dryly, and then asked, "So Yumi is going to...?"

　　 "Yumi went to a junior college." Atsushi Omura smiled.

　　 "Junior college," Maori asked, "Ye Da?"

　　 "Yes." Atsushi Omura said, "Minister Tachibana has acquired a lot of companies. Among them are celebrities in the advertising industry. Yumi felt a lot of pressure and went to class for further study. You know, she is so strong."

　　 "This is like her." Maori asked with a smile, "What about you?"

"I've been on it early in the morning." Atsushi Omura smiled, "I know I can make hand-made props, but film and television props are not good at all, let alone the manager, who manages the props." Then he pointed to the apartment building in front. He said, "Here, it's here. I don't know how it was done. Recently, the street lamp in the alley in front of the building is old and bad. Replaced with a bad one."

　　 Although I can’t see it clearly, Maori confirmed that this is an old building and couldn’t help asking, “Uh, I said, you two are ministers, right? You live here?”

"This is not the case. The house and the car are equipped. It's just that during the busy Zhongyuan Conference during this time. This is close to the venue. Yumi is going to class again. Living here can have a better rest." Omura said, "This It’s the house I used to live in, and it’s never been sold, so it just happened to be used.” He took out a small flashlight and turned it on.

　　 "Yours?" Maori laughed, "I really can't see it, it turns out that making hand-made props makes money so much."

　　 "What? I was driven to death by the loan. I don't know how I got through it." Jun Omura sighed, "At the beginning, this house was nearly 800,000 yen per square meter..."

　　 "800,000 yen? That's so high?" Maori asked, "How big is the house?"

"Sixty-three square meters, a total of about 50 million yen, I am working on a two-tier down payment of 10 million yen, and the remaining amount will be paid off in 20 years," said Atsushi Omura, "I have to pay it back every month. The amount is 194,910 yen."

　　 Maori said, "You remember that very clearly."

"Of course, I count it many times every month. Many times I go out to do odd jobs after the model shop is closed. I remember when I was the most difficult, I worked four jobs a night and took a nap while looking at the shop in the model shop during the day. Feel. I remember the pain clearly." Atsushi Omura said with emotion, "Especially after the economic upheaval, housing prices have fallen, jobs have become difficult to find, and wages have also become lower, but the loan repayments have not changed. It feels good. I have cried several times under the covers."

　　 "Really..." Mori didn't know what to say, so he patted Omura on the shoulder to show comfort.

　　 Lan pulled Maori, and whispered: "Dad." But there was a lot of noise in the alley.

At this time, the four of them entered the apartment. Atsushi Omura put away the flashlight and smiled: "It’s okay, Ran, although I’m carrying debts, but it’s from the Good Mood Bank. I bought the house with a loan from Good Mood Bank. The loan is taken directly from my salary, but I can still get about 200,000 yen. I dare not say anything else. Drink beer and manage enough."

　　While following upstairs, Maori smiled and said, "Then I will be welcome."

　　 "By the way, something strange happened to me in the past few days and nights, you can help me see it by the way." Atsushi Omura smiled, "This beer is considered a commission fee, don't be too small."

　　 "It's easy to say, wrap it on me." Maori asked, "What happened?"

　　 "Here, it's here." Atsushi Omura smiled, "Go in and talk about it." Then he took out the key and opened the door, and then turned on the light when he first went in. "Sorry, Maori, I said more things I don't know."

　　 "It's okay," Maori said.

　　 "Excuse me," Lan and Conan said.

Soon after, the three Maori sat down in the living room. Atsushi Omura brought two bottles of juice and some snacks to go with, and gave Juice Orchid and Conan, and then took the opened beer that Maori had handed over, and touched Maori and drank. He took a mouthful and said, "At night there is a strange sound."

　　 Maori asked, "What kind of sound?" He opened a pack of peanuts.

　　 "Well," said Omura Jun after squeezing a few peanuts and throwing it into his mouth, "I can't tell you, it's like something is knocking on the outer wall of our house."

　　 "Outside?" Maori pointed out the window, "Are you on the third floor?"

　　 "Yes, this is a strange place." Atsushi Omura said.

　　 Lan shivered, "Is it possible, is it possible that a kid nearby is playing a prank."

　　 "It shouldn't be, it's late at night." Atsushi Omura said.

　　 "Ah!" Lan exclaimed.

　　 "What's wrong?" Maori said irritably, "What's so scary about this."

　　 Lan tried hard to swallow, and said in fear, "Today and today are the Chinese Valentine's Day, horse, soon, it is ten or fifteen."

　　 "Fifteen?" Maori asked, "What does this have to do with the Bon Festival?"

　　 "Lan, you mean the Ghost Festival." Atsushi Omura smiled.

　　 "Ah!" Lan took Conan into his arms, and Conan couldn't help but almost squirted out the juice from his mouth.

　　 "This?" Atsushi Omura was puzzled.

　　 "Lan is more concerned about this." Maori smiled, "Don't worry about her." Then he raised the beer and said, "Come on."

　　 Mori and Atsushi Omura drank, Lan sat for a while, and then asked, "Conan, it's already late. Shall we go back first?"

　　 "I want to see my uncle solve the incident." Conan said, and smiled in his heart, not dare to go home alone and just say it.

Looking at the clock, just after ten o'clock, Lan said to herself: "Mei Daizi shouldn't go upstairs and go home." Then he said, "Uncle Omura, I'll make a call." Then he went to hold Conan like this. Called.

　　 Lan held Conan in one hand and called with the other, "Mei Daizi..."

　　 Mei Daizi said, "Lan, what's the matter?"

　　 Hearing the sound a bit vague, Conan counted the time, it seemed that Mei Daizi was eating supper.

　　 Lan asked, "Well, can you come over?"

　　 "Huh?" Mei Daizi asked expectantly, "In your tone, have you encountered that kind of thing?"

　　 "Uh, uh," Lan Ying said.

　　 "Great." Mei Daizi asked somewhat happily, "Where are you?" Then she heard the address of the Lanbao and said ~www.NovelMTL.com~ You wait a while, I will go over immediately after I eat. "Then he said again, "My brother is fine, he will pass right away." "After speaking, I hung up.

　　 Lan hung up the phone and went back to the seat, just holding Conan and waiting.

　　 Soon after, a sound of broken glass came out of a room.

　　 "Ah!" Lan exclaimed, holding Conan tightly in his arms.

　　 "Where is that?" Maori asked.

　　 "This is my original studio." Atsushi Omura opened the door and found some glass shards in front of the window, and heard a shout from outside, "Ikuta, Ikuta."

Maori walked to the balcony and looked down with the help of the fireworks in the sky, and found that there seemed to be a car parked in the alley. Under the shining of the headlights, there seemed to be a person lying on the ground in front of the car, and someone nearby called him. "Ikuta, answer me quickly, there must be a limit to joking."

　　 "What happened?" Atsushi Omura asked.

　　 "It looks like there was a car accident." Maori said, "Let's go down and take a look."

　　 "Sister Lan, let's go down too." Conan said.

　　 Lan didn't want to be here alone, "Okay."

　　 A moment later, the four Maori came to the scene. Maori took a closer look and found that the people on the ground had died, and Conan immediately broke free from Lan's arms.

　　 "Lan, call the police right away." Maori said.

　　 "Yes, Dad," Lan said.

　　 At this time, Yamazaki came over. ...