"Ah?" Azusa Enomoto was a little shy and walked out of the counter with the menu, "Thank you for the compliment, I'm almost embarrassed, but from what Mr. Mori said when he usually came to the store, I thought you were a very serious person. .”
Conan looked at Azusa Enomoto who was walking over, "It's really rare for Brother Chi to praise someone."
Chi Feichi said calmly, "I'm just telling the truth."
Compared with the last time we met, Azusa Enomoto had grown her hair black and long and straight, making her look younger and cuter than her previous curly and short hair.
Conan was even more surprised. He looked at Chi Feichi, and then at Azusa Enomoto, who was so praised that he smiled and rolled his eyes. He suspected that Chi Feichi had not taken medicine... No, he suspected that Chi Feichi had taken medicine, and he actually spoke so nicely. .
"If you say it so seriously, I will take it seriously!" Azusa Enomoto smiled and put the menu on the table. "Let's see what you want to eat. Today is Sunday. There are quite a lot of food prepared in the store, such as fried noodles and matcha. Cakes, tarts and pizzas are also available..."
The food has been prepared in advance, and all you need to do is heat it or cut it and put it on the plate. Azusa Enomoto was not busy for long, and brought the food and drinks ordered by the three people to the table one after another, taking advantage of the break from entertaining other guests. , stood aside and looked at Sawada Hiroki.
"He is the little tree Miss Xiaolan mentioned, right? He's really cute!"
"Thank you." Sawada Hiroki replied politely before continuing to eat fried noodles.
"Mr. Chi, is it okay to let him eat fried noodles?" Azusa Enomoto looked at the one-and-a-half-year-old little one, a little worried, and stood aside and watched, "Should we prepare a softer cake for him? Or...make some milk powder? "
Sawada Hiroki: "..."
He's not that little, he refuses.
"He likes it." Chi Feichi stopped caring about Zetian Hiroki, lowered his head and ate slowly.
Azusa Enomoto watched Hiroki Sawada eat from the sidelines. After watching the whole process, he sighed in his heart that it was really not possible for a man to take care of such a young child.
Sawada Hiroki had almost eaten and wanted to take the cup of milk on the table. As soon as he reached out, he found that the cup had been moved to his hand. "Thank you, sister, but I can do it by myself."
"It doesn't matter," Azusa Enomoto said with a smile, "Anyway, there is nothing else right now..."
"Good morning, fellow citizens!"
Outside the door, a car slowly drove by, and a deafening speech came from the car's loudspeaker, "I am Beishou Shuhei. I hope everyone can vote for me so that I, Beishou Shuhei, can have the opportunity to create a world for everyone." Quiet city! Good morning, fellow citizens! I am..."
Conan turned his head and watched the car drive away outside the window, then looked away and planned to continue eating, "That seems to be a promotional vehicle for the parliamentary election."
Azusa Enomoto nodded, "Yes, that promotional vehicle will pass by the store at around eight o'clock recently..."
After Chi Feichi gently put the fork on the plate, he picked up the coffee cup and asked thoughtfully, "Is he threatening the citizens?"
"Ah?" Azusa Enomoto was confused, "Threat?!"
Hiroki Sawada held the glass of hot milk and said in a childish voice, "He clearly ruined the quietness of the city in the early morning, and you still said that you would give him a chance to create a quiet city for everyone. It's like saying, you won't give me a vote." If so, don’t even think about being quiet, the car will keep making noises for you!”
"Pfft!" Conan couldn't hold back his breath, and the fried noodles almost flew out of his nose. Although he managed to stabilize himself without making a fool of himself, he still choked and coughed.
After being stunned for a moment, Azusa Enomoto couldn't help but smile and rolled his eyes, "I don't think that's what you meant... Ah, by the way, speaking of threats... Mr. Chi, are you free today?"
Chi Feichi looked up at Azusa Enomoto standing at the table, "Have you been threatened?"
"No, no," Azusa Enomoto waved her hands quickly, turned to look at the customers at the counter, and said in a low voice, "Two days ago, I picked up something strange that the customer had forgotten in the store. I was originally hesitant to buy it. Don’t bother Detective Maori, but he seems to be very busy. If Mr. Chi is free, I would like to ask you, Mr. Maori’s disciple, to help. It should be no problem..."
Conan laughed inwardly. A certain uncle was going to help a rich man find evidence of his wife's cheating today. He really didn't have time. He then showed Chi Feichi a rainbow fart in a cute way, "Brother Chi is very powerful, there is absolutely no problem! Sister Xiaozi said What’s that weird thing?”
If Chi Feichi hadn't helped introduce commissions with high commission fees, the uncle would have nothing to do but bet on horses and play small steel balls. The project of the Maori Detective Agency would be in deficit again, and the food standards would be lowered recently... Thank you Chi Feichi!
"Thank you," Azusa Enomoto took out a mobile phone from his apron pocket and handed it to the table in front of Chi Feichi, "This is it..."
"Mobile phone?" Conan looked at the mobile phone on the table. "It seems to have stickers on it. The pattern is so special."
It was a flip phone with camouflage stickers on the back of the phone and around the screen.
"Yes, I want Mr. Chi to help find the owner. I originally wanted to wait for the owner to call and tell him that he left the phone here, but then..." Azusa Enomoto saw Chi Feichi taking out his gloves and putting them on skillfully. Sweating, "Mr. Chi, do you need to wear gloves? Then..."
"Don't be nervous, it's just a habit." Chi Feichi didn't look up and picked up his phone to observe.
It seems like he's been involved in another incident.
He remembered that this time, the black election records should be stored in the mobile phone. It didn't matter whether he wore gloves or not, but the mobile phone would be sent to the Metropolitan Police Department as evidence. He didn't want to have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to leave fingerprints or something. …
Azusa Enomoto breathed a sigh of relief, "I was shocked. I thought this was something from the crime scene..."
Conan laughed dryly and asked again, "Didn't Sister Zi Zi receive a call from the owner later?"
"The call came through three links," Azusa Enomoto recalled. "After I answered the call for the first time, the person on the other end said, 'Huh? I'm sorry, the number was wrong.' Then they hung up. I got the call, and it was the same man over there, saying, "Huh? That's weird, is there a ringtone next to me?" There seemed to be other people around the other party, and they quickly hung up. When the third call came, the other party Suddenly his attitude changed, and he growled fiercely on the phone, 'Hey, are you that guy's woman? Let him answer the phone! I'm going to kill him!' In this case..."
"Kill him?" Conan's expression changed and he asked quickly, "Then what? Sister Xiaozi, have you made this clear to the people over there?"
"I was so scared that I turned off my phone," Azusa Enomoto pointed at her fingers in embarrassment with her bean-eyed eyes, "I told my boss about it the next day, and he reprimanded me and then turned the power on. Yes, but there have been no calls all day, so I shouldn’t have turned off the phone..."
Conan turned his head and saw Chi Feichi sitting by the window with his head down pressing the buttons on his mobile phone. He suddenly thought of Belmode who was sitting in the car and sending emails on his mobile phone that night, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.
At that time, he had already recorded the keystroke sounds on Belmod's cell phone. As long as he analyzed the keys corresponding to those keystroke sounds, he could know the email address of the organization's boss.
When he thought of this, he felt a little uncontrollably excited.
Well, as long as he analyzes that email address, he can let the police catch the boss of that organization and put those guys to death!
"Any clues?" Hiroki Sawada approached Chi Feichi and looked at his phone.
Conan came back to his senses and looked at Chi Feichi, waiting for an answer.
"The stickers were applied within a week. There are indentations on the edges and wrinkles and bubbles inside. They are not professional enough. They don't look like they were applied in a specialized mobile phone decoration store. The phone is 90% new. Personal information will be retained in photo albums, text boxes and the like. There is nothing in the place. The call record only has the three links mentioned by Ms. Enomoto. There is no caller ID and the other party’s number cannot be seen. This also means that this is not a number stored in the address book. In addition, there are many stored in the address book. The number, but the name and number are wrong. I tried calling, but the mobile phone card of this mobile phone should be in arrears. After dialing, the call will be hung up soon." Chi Feichi removed the back cover of the mobile phone and took out the battery. I looked at the back of the phone and saw, "The factory information sticker has also been torn off..."
"Factory information?" Azusa Enomoto was confused.
“It’s the sticker that you can see on the phone after removing the battery. It has factory information on it. As long as you know the number on it, you can call the manufacturer and ask them which phone of the same batch is from It’s sold in the store,” Conan said. “Then you just need to find that store and ask the clerk about the person who bought the phone. If you look at the contract and invoice for purchasing the phone, you can at least know the name of the other person. And some stores They will ask guests to leave their contact address so they can be contacted directly.”
"So that's it," Azusa Enomoto understood, and sighed, "Conan, you really know a lot!"
"Ah, I heard Uncle Maori talk about it!" Conan smiled and scratched his head.
This is true.
The uncle is very good at investigating infidelity commissions. For example, he can secretly obtain mobile phone purchase information and hotel check-in records.
Chi Feichi installed the battery on his mobile phone, turned it on again, flipped through it, took out his portable manual and gel pen, and recorded a string of letters and numbers.
"However," Azusa Enomoto was a little troubled, "if the factory information sticker is torn off, you can't use this method to find someone."
Conan noticed that Chi Feichi seemed to be copying the content on his phone, so he didn't bother him. "Sister Xiaozi, do you still remember the situation of that guest? Can you tell me in detail, no matter what."
"He was a middle-aged man who was a little fat and wearing glasses. He was not tall. He was also playing with this phone with stickers on it while eating, so I was quite impressed. And..." Azusa Enomoto recalled. , suddenly laughed, "He ordered fried noodles, beef chowder, fruit drink, tomato juice and Caesar salad! It's exactly 3,000 yuan!"
Conan was confused, "33,000 yuan?"
"If he ordered something else, it would definitely not be 3,000 yuan," Azusa Enomoto said with a smile, "Because I didn't have to give change, I was touched and thought he ordered it specifically like this!"
Conan: "..."
This clue...how should I put it, was quite special, and he was completely unprepared for it.
He thought it would be something special on his clothes or a clue that he had special habits or characteristics. Unexpectedly, Azusa Enomoto's focus was actually on the customer's order.
Really dedicated.
Azusa Enomoto felt a little embarrassed when she saw Conan looking at her speechlessly, "Because Conan, you can say anything, so I said it! But I think he was at work, so he ate more..."
"During work?" Conan wondered.
Azusa Enomoto said, "Yes, because he specifically asked for an invoice..."
"Invoice?" Conan asked quickly, "What about the invoice title?"
Azusa Enomoto smiled and said, "Of course he is a 'distinguished guest'! He ate alone and asked for an invoice. I wondered if he might be an employee on a business trip or an individual business owner."