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◆◆◆Volume 1 Conan◆◆◆Chapter 204 Death of a Diplomat

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    We have already met her son's girlfriend, Sachiko Katsuragi, whom Mrs. Tatsumura is obsessed with. No matter how you look at it, this upright and youthful girl should not be the type of person who has bad conduct and wants to own the Tatsumura family's property. ?????????????????????? But it’s hard to tell everything, you know people but don’t know their hearts, so the profession of private detective in Japan will not starve to death.  Ogata, Mouri Kogoro and the others followed Mrs. Tatsumura to the study room where her husband was.  "Gongjiang, you're back. Who are these?" A very old man who looked a little strange came down the stairs with a smile. He bumped into the leader, Mrs. Damun, and looked at him with some doubts.  To Maori and others behind her.  “After all, so many people came at once, anyone else would have asked about it.  "Dad, these are the friends I invited to our home." Mrs. Damun said politely to the old man.  And others, including Ogata, also learned the identity of this old man through her title.  He should be the father of diplomat Tatsumura and the father-in-law of this lady.  It is said that he was a professor at Shangyuan University and once had a very high social status.  "Gongjiang, this is a fish I just painted, how do you like it?" The old man smiled and opened his hand, revealing a richly painted picture scroll.  Mrs. Tatsumura had obviously seen a lot, so she didn't pay much attention to it. When Ogata saw it, he felt that the old man's painting skills were quite good. Although he was not an expert, he knew that ink painting wanted to outline the complex features of this fish.  Texture is also a delicate technical work.  Mrs. Tatsumura nodded and praised: "Very good, Dad. By the way, did you just go to find Dong?" The Tatsumura in her mouth was none other than Tatsumura Tatsumi, the current senior official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the owner of this family.  “Well, the door to the study that cannot be moved is locked, so I didn’t go in.” The old man explained.  "Cousin." When Ogata noticed that the old man was communicating with Mrs. Tatsumura, and there seemed to be some strange expressions on his face, he heard Xiaolan next to him speak.  Ogata looked away and saw Xiaolan saying nervously: "Conan, are you really okay?" Hearing this, Ogata lowered his head and saw Conan's face was red and there were beads of sweat on his forehead as he insisted on following him.  Apparently the symptoms of the cold were getting worse, and it had something to do with the glass of white wine Hattori Heiji gave him.  After he got closer to Conan, he lowered his body and reached out to touch the kid's forehead. He felt some heat that exceeded normal body temperature in his palm: "Conan, he must have reacted to alcohol." "It's okay, Ogata-san, Xiaolan-san."  Conan gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort, and said with a smile.  Xiaolan looked at Ogata questioningly, waiting for him to speak.  "If the meeting between Uncle Mouri and the diplomat is not too long, Conan should be fine." Ogata said slowly.  Because after drinking liquor, the body surface will generate high temperature, which is completely normal.  Especially since Conan is a child, his body is exposed to liquor for the first time, and his absorption of alcohol has not yet reached the level of acceptance of adults.  So as long as you relax, generate enough heat to perspire, and evaporate the alcohol in your body, there will be no problem.  "Dad, I'm taking the guests to see the event. You go to the living room and wait for me first." Mrs. Damura smiled slightly, without being as harsh as she was to the younger generation, and said to her husband's father respectfully.  "Well, I understand, Gong Jiang." The old man nodded obediently, then took his beloved painting and walked towards the living room.  Reaching the second floor, there is a long corridor.  Led by Mrs. Damura, the group finally arrived at the door of the study room of the diplomat Damura.  Just as the old man said, the wooden door of his study was locked tightly, and what everyone found strange was that a very loud symphony came from inside, which could be clearly heard even through a door.  Symphony?  Ogata's eyes showed a hint of surprise, because judging from the entire decoration of Tatsumura's house, the owner should be more inclined towards traditional arts, and his taste should be more focused on classical music and light music.  And there is absolutely no reason to play it so loudly.  Mrs. Tatsumura took out the key, slowly turned the wooden door handle, and gently opened the study door. She walked in naturally, and Mouri Kogoro followed closely, followed by Ogata and others.  As imagined, it is a world with many books, almost densely packed on the bookshelves.  A machine playing a symphony is working, and at the desk, a burly man with a relatively fat body is supporting the side of his face with his arms, seeming to be sleeping with his eyes closed.  And in front of him, there were piles of?A stack of books, neatly arranged.  As soon as he walked into this room, Ogata smelled a very strong anger, which was more terrifying than Mrs. Tatsumura and the family he met.  "Husband, why are you sleeping here?" Since Mrs. Damura is the host, she can easily move around and come to her husband to try to wake him up. After all, there are guests here waiting for him.  Just when the symphony reached its climax in everyone's ears, the fierce and gentle moment, the diplomat Tatsumura, who was sleeping with his arm supporting his chin, suddenly lost the support of his body.  When the village lady shook him, he fell down softly.  Plop!  Damun Dong’s face lost its support and fell directly on the surface of the desk, making a heavy sound all of a sudden.  "Husband!" Mrs. Damun screamed and saw Damun Dong, who was completely unconscious and collapsed motionless in front of her.  Everyone’s attention returned to the fat diplomat. Mouri Kogoro’s expression changed, and it was easy to think of something.  And Hattori Heiji rushed over at once.  Ogata blinked his eyebrows and slowly walked towards the desk, the man who had obviously met with misfortune.  "Mr. Tatsumura has already" Hattori Heiji put his fingers into Tatsumura's nostrils to see if there was any possibility of survival, just when he was about to tell the fact that he was dead.  A very calm voice sounded beside him.  "He is dead, this will be regarded as a crime scene, and he is no longer a diplomat, but a corpse that I want to examine." Ogata walked to Hattori Heiji and spoke slowly.  Hattori Heiji was startled, looking at Ogata, this man, everything in front of him: "Mr. Forensic Medicine, you still can't avoid such a coincidence." Hattori Heiji had a confident smile on his lips and stared at Ogata.  Ogata knew clearly that he was referring to himself as a forensic doctor. Even if a corpse was present, he would not be able to escape in front of him and show the forensic doctor's inference process.  And he was so eager to see his own inference.  The mentality is obvious, that is, without being able to compare face-to-face with Kudo Shinichi, he wants to defeat the forensic doctor through his own detective ability.  The taste of 'coincidence' in his mouth has changed.  It’s more like a competition, a challenge that you are not convinced of!  Hattori Heiji found it hard to believe that a profession like forensic medicine would be more efficient than a detective.  Originally he thought he had no chance to see Ogata infer the case through the corpse, but when it was confirmed that Tatsumura Tatsumi was dead, he felt inexplicably excited in his heart.  As long as you beat him, you can go back to Osaka and tell his father.  The forensic doctor you rate highly is nothing more than that.  "Hattori, the dead are the most important." Ogata glanced at the lifeless body of Tatsumura lying on the desk and said lightly.  “Perhaps he is young, he has hard work, and he has the desire and persistence to win, but he is used to seeing dead people and the misery, and Ogata feels that what he does is not to be better than others.  But it is to allow the deceased to be liberated within his own ability.  Hattori Heiji looked at Ogata, heard an inexplicable sentence, and disagreed: "Forensic doctor, let me see before Kudo Shinichi what kind of convincing ability Ogata Yusuke has." He clenched his fists.  , filled with confidence, his eyes fell on this man with a challenging look.  Hattori Heiji believes that there is no person in this world who always has a peaceful mind and does not care about anything.  Ogata shook his head and ignored him.  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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