"I think it was here."

Guangyou stood in front of the Mihana Restaurant, looked up at the rather impressive building, and asked, "How many rooms were there again?"

"2001?"

Guangyou himself couldn't remember exactly where the case had taken place; he only remembered that it was at the Mihana Restaurant.

"Guangyou, what are you doing standing at the door?"

A familiar voice sounded behind Guangyou, causing him to turn around and look back.

Inspector Megure pointed upwards: "Didn't you come with Mori-kun?"

"Yes, Uncle Mori asked me to meet you at the door."

Guangyou, taking advantage of the situation, found a topic to continue the conversation.

"Then let's go up together."

Inspector Megure, unsuspecting, nodded and said, "However, Brother Mori already said it's room 2004, so it's a bit redundant to have you come down to pick us up."

"Ha ha.."

Guangyou scratched his head and gave a vague answer, "Who knows what Uncle Mori is thinking? I'm too lazy to come down."

"Never mind, the case is more important."

Inspector Megure didn't ask any further questions and led Takagi and the staff into the Beika Restaurant.

...

"Brother Mori, have you discovered anything yet?"

As soon as Inspector Megure entered the room and glanced at the scene, he immediately focused his attention on Uncle Mori.

Uncle Mori shook his head: "The situation at the scene looks like the deceased died of a heart attack. I don't have any clues at the moment."

Inspector Megure knelt down beside the deceased and said to Takagi behind him, "Takagi, have the forensic team examine the cause of death."

Kōyū quietly walked up to Conan and asked, "How are things now?"

When did you arrive?

Conan clutched his chest and took a breath, then looked back at the scene. "It's another murder case. It's definitely not an accident."

"And don't you know that people can scare each other to death?"

Conan was speechless. He had been thinking about who the culprit was and what to do next, but he was interrupted and couldn't remember anything for a moment.

Guangyou didn't seem to care and continued to ask, "Is it related to that?"

"Yes, there was a bombing case before, and the tequila that died that time had a deal with Itakura Taku who died this time."

Conan closed his eyes, sorting through the current clues. "There's a disk in that bag next to me. I think this disk, labeled as a diary, contains information about a transaction with the organization."

"oh."

Kōyū nodded, glanced at the person lying on the ground who could never get up, and seemed to have an epiphany, "This is Itakura Taku, judging by his hair volume, he's a programmer."

Conan glanced at Kousuke, then looked back at Itakura Suguru, whose hairline was receding in worry, and asked in confusion, "Is there any necessary connection?"

"Working overtime and staying up late all the time will definitely cause your hairline to recede."

Kōyū glanced at Conan and said dismissively, "A detective, huh? You don't even know this kind of thing."

Conan was speechless. He put his hand to his forehead and muttered, "Hey, what does a receding hairline have to do with being a detective?"

“I didn’t say it was related.” Guangyou shrugged, his tone frank and sincere. “I just wanted to look down on you.”

"Forehead.."

Conan was utterly speechless.

As the two were talking, Takagi walked in from outside the door.

"Inspector, I've also completed the investigation to identify the deceased."

Takagi took out his police handbook and introduced, "The deceased's name is Itakura Taku, 45 years old, a systems engineer with a history of heart disease."

"Inspector, I haven't found any useful information on my end yet."

A lab technician in a white coat, holding a medicine bottle, said, "The cause of death cannot be determined at this time. The deceased had no obvious external injuries. Based on the fact that he was taking coronary artery dilators, it is very likely that he died of a heart attack."

"The time of death should have been two days ago."

After taking one last look at Itakura Taku, the lab technicians concluded to Inspector Megure, "That's all we can find for now."

Inspector Megure nodded, his face showing no disappointment: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Inspector! I've made contact with the deceased's attending physician."

At this moment, Chiba, who was still thin, rushed into the room and said, "He said that Mr. Itakura's heart condition has deteriorated very seriously, and he was scheduled to have surgery immediately after finishing his work."

Inspector Megure stood up, turned to look at Uncle Mori, and said with a hint of resentment in his voice, "It seems that you won't have a chance to step up this time, Brother Mori."

Kōyū watched from the sidelines, secretly amused. Inspector Megure had a love-hate relationship with his former colleague.

"Hate" because Uncle Mori made the police lose face. First there was Shinichi Kudo, the savior of the Japanese police, and now there's the sleeping Kogoro.

"Love," because this person was a former colleague, and seeing his old friend succeed, Inspector Megure himself felt a sense of relief.

He knew what happened back then, and he also knew why he left the Metropolitan Police Department.

What if we replaced the case with a completely random detective who solved the police's cases all the time?

There are only two outcomes: either join, or get out...

Inspector Megure shook his head, recalling the current investigation results, and was also somewhat puzzled: "It's been about two days since the death, hasn't anyone at the restaurant noticed?"

Naito Teihei, who is of Mediterranean descent, explained, "It's probably because he doesn't like people messing around in his workplace."

"That must be the reason."

The younger Xu Beikelu couldn't help but complain, "Last time I just moved the files on his desk by ten centimeters, and I got a severe scolding."

The last person, Ryusuke Soma, shook his head and explained, "Normally, he gets angry if anyone touches his things without permission, and naturally he will refuse to let the hotel staff come to clean his room."

Inspector Megure then noticed the three people at the crime scene, turned to Uncle Mori, and asked, "Where did these three come from?"

"They hired Mr. Itakura to design the software, but this time they found that Mr. Itakura was missing, so they asked me to find him."

Uncle Mori glanced at Itakura Suguru lying cold on the ground, and shrugged helplessly. "And that's how it is..."

Inspector Megure wiped a cold sweat after hearing this: "Looks like your skill at killing people has improved again, Mori-kun."

"Hey..." Uncle Mori glanced at Inspector Megure with displeasure, "This has nothing to do with me."

"Whether it matters or not is not up to you to decide."

Inspector Megure, recalling the work situation over this period, said, "Since you became famous, the workload of our First Investigation Division has increased exponentially, not to mention the workload of officers in other places."

Uncle Mori couldn't find a point to refute: "Well..."

Upon reflection, he realized it made sense. Ever since he became known as the Sleeping Kogoro, he had encountered more murder cases than he had in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Thinking about this, Uncle Mori also began to doubt himself, thinking to himself, "Maybe I should go to the temple to burn some incense later?"