Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 263: Xiao Golang in the Bar (Part 5)

That night, Maori Kogoro went to a bar on the pretext of a case. The bartender Fukui Yuki invited Maori Kogoro to solve a mystery in the bar.

Just as Kogoro Mouri was about to have a cocktail, Conan's voice sounded in his ears.

"Uncle, did you hear that?"

"Wait a minute, why are you here, little brat?" Kogoro Mouri was so shocked that his sunglasses almost fell off.

Conan showed a helpless expression: "Because Sister Xiaolan asked me to tell you to go home for dinner quickly, otherwise the dinner will get cold."

"Didn't I say I was here to work?"

Conan showed his half-moon eyes directly: "She said, although you said so, but in fact you just want to come here to drink."

Maori Kogoro immediately turned to Miss Yuki to prove that he was not talking nonsense: "You have a job for me, right? It's a difficult one!"

Miss Youxi nodded: "Yes."

"You heard it!" Kogoro Mouri looked at Conan with a smug look on his face.

As soon as Conan heard about the incident, he became interested, but since he entered the bar, he had been feeling a chill.

"What kind of case is it?"

"I've been hearing strange noises at work lately. A pop, like a champagne cork popping."

Just at this moment, a table of guests at the back opened a bottle of champagne, and the sound attracted the three people in front of the bar.

"Listen, that's the sound." said Miss Youxi.

"Could it really just be the sound of pulling out a champagne cork?" Kogoro Mouri gave a helpless smile.

"But I didn't serve champagne to any of the guests at that time."

"It's also possible that the guests secretly brought champagne in to drink here." Conan guessed. "And red wine also has a cork."

Miss Youxi shook her head. "I thought so too, so I started paying extra attention to the guests' every move. But no one was drinking champagne or red wine at the time. After hearing that sound, I heard something like something falling."

"I looked for it when I was cleaning after closing, but there were no corks on the floor. There was just a strange smell."

Maori Kogoro was surprised: "Strange smell? Could it be the smell of gunpowder produced by something exploding?"

"No, it smells like grapefruit. It's very light, but since my name has the word yuzu in it, I've always been very sensitive to the smell of grapefruit. However, this shop doesn't use grapefruit, so it feels a little strange."

"That's why I asked Mr. Maori to come and solve this mystery."

"Could it be that a customer accidentally spilled a cocktail that also contains citrus fruits? For example, lemon juice is usually added to gin, and so are the Screwdriver and the White Lady."

"But I'm pretty sure that's the taste of grapefruit."

"How many times has the sound you mentioned been made?" Conan asked.

“It adds up to two or three different days.”

"Then was there any table of guests who were definitely present when the sound was made?"

"Yes, it's right now, sitting at the table behind you, with four guests who came together." Miss Yuxi said, pointing to the table of guests behind Conan.

Maori Kogoro suddenly shrugged his nose. "Come to think of it, I've been smelling a very fresh lemon scent since a while ago. Is Miss Yuki making lemon cocktails?"

Miss Youxi waved her hand. "Ah, I think you're talking about that table of guests. The three of them borrowed some wine utensils and have been mixing their own drinks. They paid a lot of money, so I didn't bother with them."

Conan looked closely and saw that the three people sitting at the table were the bartender, the wax figure artist, and Jack. This solved the case. The chill he had just felt was emitted by Jack.

Apparently, Jack also noticed Conan's gaze. He raised his glass and shook it towards Conan: "Long time no see, little detective!"

The wax figure artist wasn't drinking, he was just sipping lemonade. "How can it be said it's been a long time? Didn't you see him at the party at Melody's house before?"

"Oh, you found out so soon? I thought you were going to stay in Italy and not come back. Why doesn't Mr. Philip have a special drink? Miss Bourbon's craftsmanship is as good as ever."

The wax figure sculptor tutted in dissatisfaction. "You beat the head of the logistics team half to death. Miss Bourbon is here to get revenge, and you still dared to drink this special blend?"

"So what? He's not dead, is he? If he were really dead, the ones who came here would definitely be the two aces from the action team and the patrol team." Jack looked completely indifferent.

Then, the bartender raised an ice pick and gestured at Jack's face. "I don't have the strength of Naib and Miss Qi, otherwise I would really cut you into small pieces and throw you in the frying pan until you are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."

[Mercenary: It's fried chicken!]

[Acrobat: Huh?]

[Priest: Supermodel Jack was able to beat Eli half to death. Jack is really too strong.]

[Prophet: I haven't... Ugh! (Mouth covered)]

[Rumpus: Then I suggest banning Jack!]

[Lame Sheep: Huh?]

[Crying Clown: Mike's abacus beads are falling on my face.]

[Shadow of Time and Space: Wake up, Mike. Even if Jack takes up one ban spot, the other one still belongs to you and Mr. Jeffrey.]

[Opera Singer: Yes, and then it will be me or Ms. Michiko, Ms. Ivy, and Mr. Alva who will be on stage.]

[Rant: Ugh! Stop it! I want to play ranked! I'm so afraid of being watched, so afraid of being stalked, and I don't have any hulks or control, so why are you targeting me like this?! Doesn't everyone like Smiling Mike anymore?]

[Spider: Oh, don't be sad, Mike. Violetta loves smiling Mike. Mike is a big star!]

[Savage: Valletta, Mike is just pretending to be pitiful, don't be so soft-hearted. (He holds his forehead)]

[Noise: Muro, how could you say that to me?!]

[Savage: Sorry, Mike, but last time you caught me at the start, I was instantly dissolved before I even got on my pig.]

[Knight: I can tell at a glance that it's because of the slow movement speed and the interruption to the pig.]

[Night Watchman: But Mike has worked so hard, give him a chance. (Always being beaten by acrobat 1695 at the Moon River Park terminal)]

[Explorer: I have a feeling there's something fishy going on in Ita's words. (The combined attendance rate for survival and supervision consistently ranks in the top three.)]

[Night Watchman: Not at all! (Turns around and starts joint hunting and hide-and-seek mode)]

[Philanthropist: I saw Etta and little Robbie chopping down trees in the map in hide-and-seek mode a few days ago. The two cat-headed kids were so cute.]

[Night Watchman: Yes, I took Robbie there to play! (It’s not that I’m blind and can’t find anyone)]

[Crybaby: Brother Ita is so nice. (One of the victims of the Nine Gates Prison)]

[Jack: Stop calling me a supermodel! I'm almost being pushed to the top of the prison!]

[Nightmare: Who do you think you are? Get out of my way!]

[Manager: ...I hope to increase my fire accumulation speed.]

[Lawyer: No, it's not uncommon for a four-player door battle to be reduced to three grabs by two kids and three fires.]

[Philanthropist: This is the first time I have expressed such support for the idea of ​​prison law.]