Chapter 77 10 million

"One billion yen? No way, that's so much!"

Upon hearing this horrifying amount of money, Kogoro Mori was completely stunned, with a dumbfounded expression.

Even Conan was a little dumbfounded.

Even though his family is rich, 10 billion yen is still a huge sum of money for his family.

"Is this a lot?" Ze Yu didn't feel anything. He tilted his head and looked at everyone in confusion.

For ordinary people, 10 billion yen is a huge astronomical figure, but for Sawaha, it is just a string of numbers.

Not to mention Sawawa, even if Suzuki Sonoko stood here, she probably wouldn't feel anything.

After all, any single decoration in Suzuki's house might be worth hundreds of millions of yen.

"Yes..." Officer Megure said solemnly, "It is said that the money that the head office was going to distribute to the branches was all snatched away this time."

"10………"

Kogoro Mori is still doubting his life.

"Conan." Officer Megure shifted his gaze to Conan who was standing next to Kogoro and asked, "The number of the gangsters' car you just told me should be correct, right?"

Conan nodded: "It's definitely not wrong."

"The possibility of fraud cannot be ruled out." Ze Yu interrupted.

"Really?" Officer Megure rubbed his chin with a headache: "If even the license plate is fake, then it will be troublesome."

Next, Inspector Megure looked at the others and asked them again, trying to analyze some clues from their words.

As a result, nothing was gained.

Conan raised his head and looked at the man who was being questioned by Inspector Megure with some suspicion.

He was the guy who was threatened by the gangsters and was forced to move the boxes, and then he started shouting.

Although Ze Yu knew that this guy was an accomplice of the criminals, he did not tell Conan.

And Conan is not a famous detective who is famous for nothing. Even without Ze Yu's reminder, he began to suspect this guy.

Conan stared at the other person with his sharp eyes. When the other person finished speaking, he showed an innocent look and said with a smile: "Uncle, I think you are very lucky..."

"How do you say this?"

"Because the windows of that car are all covered with black glass that prevents you from seeing inside..."

"The criminal opened fire without being able to see into the car and didn't even hit my uncle..."

"It seems that it's not that uncle is too lucky, but that they knew the situation inside the car in advance. Am I right?" There was a hint of cunning in Conan's smile.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

After hearing Conan's words, the man finally showed a somewhat panicked expression and denied it in panic.

Conan turned his head away and ignored him.

At this moment, a voice with a hint of anger came into Conan's ears.

"Ms. Hirota, where on earth did you go at such an important moment just now?!"

A middle-aged man with a bald head looked at Miyano Akemi in front of him with anger and asked loudly.

"I'm sorry, I just changed shifts and went to have lunch..." Miyano Akemi, who used the alias 'Hirota Masami', said apologetically.

"You young girls are so unreliable!" The middle-aged man snorted, "What time do you think it is now? Is your watch broken?"

Miyano Akemi lowered her head and remained silent, with a white light flashing on the lenses of her glasses. Conan watched this scene quietly, thinking secretly in his heart.

He began to doubt Miyano Akemi.

Officer Takagi suddenly opened the door, ran in, and shouted loudly: "Officer Megure!"

"What's wrong? Brother Takagi." Officer Megure turned around and asked.

"We just received a report that a recently abandoned car was found on the river bank. It is very likely the car used by the criminals to escape..."

"What? Is there such a thing?" Officer Megure's face suddenly became serious, and he ordered: "Let's go!"

…………

More than ten minutes later.

On the river bank, many police officers had surrounded the abandoned car tightly and kept taking pictures.

All the fingerprints inside the car had been wiped off, leaving nothing useful except a hood and a pair of gloves.

These evidences have been packed in sealed bags by the police.

Conan and Ze Yu stood aside, quietly watching the busy police officers in the scene.

"It looks like there's something stuck to this hood?" Conan suddenly said.

"Conan! You little brat!" Uncle Maori turned around in surprise when he suddenly heard Conan's voice. His face darkened instantly and he shouted in displeasure: "Didn't I tell Xiaolan to take you back? Why are you here again!"

"And you, Xiaoyu, Conan is ignorant, why are you also making trouble?" At this point, Uncle Maori looked at Zeyu and his tone became a little softer.

When facing Conan, Uncle Maori can vent his bad temper to his heart's content, and even attack him directly. Even when dealing with other children, he has a similar attitude. But when facing Ze Yu, he always can't help but restrain his bad attitude and try to appear gentle.

Maybe this is what differential treatment means?
"I just saw Conan sneaking out, and in order to prevent him from running away again, I followed him here." Ze Yu explained, skillfully putting the blame on Conan.

"By the way, when Conan and I found the two criminals before, it was Conan who pulled me over."

Ze Yu had a smile on his face, but Conan, who was standing next to him, began to look darker, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Why did he feel that Xiaoyu was so decisive and efficient in selling out his teammates, without any hesitation at all?
"Conan! You bastard!"

boom!
Uncle Maori raised his fist without hesitation, and without even intending to listen to Conan's explanation, he punched Conan directly on the head.

"Ouch!"

Conan fell to the ground dizzy, touching the big bump on his head, and said incoherently: "You... hurry up... take a look at that hood..."

"Hood? What's wrong?" Inspector Megure looked at the plastic bag containing the hood in his hand with some confusion, and soon discovered something.

"Is this... a lip print?"

Inspector Megure's eyes widened as he found a pink lip print underneath the hood, where the chin of a normal person would be.

"Let me see it." Uncle Maori took the bag from Inspector Megure.

"I want to see too!"

Seeing this, Conan instantly became full of energy. He completely ignored the big bag on his head and stood up from the ground. He jumped up, snatched the bag with the hood from Uncle Maori's hand, quickly opened it, and smelled it.

"You guy!"

Uncle Maori couldn't bear it anymore and punched Conan on the head again.

"It hurts!" Conan screamed in pain.

"You still have the nerve to cry out in pain? This is a very important piece of evidence, you'd better not damage it!" Uncle Maori snorted in dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)