The teahouse named "Sakuraya" is located in a small alley in Pontocho. It is a Japanese-style house with a Kyoto style. It has a unique flavor under the light of orange lanterns.

Fujiwara Yuu strolled through the alleyway, and the three girls in his car were already eagerly posing for photos at the entrance. He raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, a picture of Miyano Akemi holding his hand as he strolled through the alleyway. He decided to bring her here someday to enjoy the romance of Kyoto.

He arrived in front of the teahouse, and before he entered, he heard the simple sound of the shamisen coming from the second floor. Combined with the singing of the geisha, it gave a feeling of desolation and loneliness.

Led by the proprietress Yamakura Tae, he went upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Kogoro Mouri with a slightly drunken blush on his cheeks. He did not have the temperament of a famous detective at all, and his lustful eyes were lingering on the maiko.

If Miss Maori saw me like this, I would definitely be scolded.

Maori Kogoro was obviously a little drunk, and he shouted excitedly:

"Ms. Chika Suzu is number one in Japan!"

"Thank you all for the compliments." Chiga Ling, who looked like a geisha, spoke with a thick Kyoto accent, leaning down and kneeling to express her gratitude.

The man with a crew cut and wearing traditional clothes said with a smile:

"Come on, pour Mr. Maori some wine."

"yes."

Fujiwara Yuu glared helplessly, worried that Maori Kogoro might do something out of the ordinary. He coughed twice to remind them of his presence. Then he strode over to Maori Kogoro's side and sat down with a smile.

"Mr. Maori, let me pour you some wine. I think you don't want Miss Maori to lose her composure, right?"

After saying that, he imitated Ran Mouri's classic kind smile and raised his fist and clenched it tightly.

Maori Kogoro thought of his daughter's fighting ability. He swallowed his saliva with a gurgle and said unnaturally:

"Um, Officer Ying Si, why are you here?"

"I'm here to investigate the Genji Hotaru case, so why am I here..."

Before Fujiwara Yuu could finish his words, Mao Lilan's dissatisfied voice came directly from the door. She put her hands on her waist and said angrily:

"I asked Officer Ying Si to bring us here, isn't that okay, Dad?"

"Of course." Kogoro Mouri picked up the teacup awkwardly, but the tea was too hot. The way he stuck out his tongue and gasped for air was really a little funny.

With his daughter present, Kogoro Mori instantly regained his composure, but soon his true colors were revealed. Since Suzuki Sonoko had noticed the Kamogawa River was visible from outside the house, the young woman naturally headed to the first-floor terrace to enjoy the view while savoring authentic Kyoto wagashi.

Thinking of this, he secretly gave a thumbs up. Well done, the second lady of the Suzuki family.

However, Kogoro Mouri obviously couldn't control his temper. Before his daughter left, he directly pulled Miss Chiga Ling's hand and rubbed his cheek against the back of her hand, which was really a bit too much.

He showed his perverted side to the fullest, and what he said made Conan and others speechless:

"Wow, Ms. Chika Ling, your finger is like a white fish. I really want to eat it!"

Fujiwara Yu narrowed his eyes, took out his police ID from his pocket, and waved it in front of Maori Kogoro, his tone revealing a sense of disappointment:

"Mr. Maori, that's enough. If you do any more, I can treat you to a pork cutlet bowl at the detention center."

"Hahaha, Officer Takashi, you're joking." Maori Kogoro rarely showed an embarrassed expression, but his eyes were always fixed on Chiga Ling's injured thumb. His perverted expression quickly subsided, and he frowned and asked, "Ms. Chiga Ling, your finger is injured."

"Ah, yes." Qian Heling quickly withdrew her hand and smiled.

Fujiwara Yuu quickly noticed this scene. Could the injury on the thumb be a mark left by practicing Kyudo? Thinking of this, his eyes fell on Maori Kogoro. Could it be that the uncle was reminding Chika Ling that she had practiced Kyudo?

He glanced at Qian Heling's height out of the corner of his eye. She was indeed somewhat similar to the gangster he had encountered before, but it was too quick to draw conclusions now. There was no evidence and no way to prove that this person had time to commit the crime.

"Heiji, why don't you come down with us?" Toyama Kazuha, who was about to go downstairs to the first-floor terrace to watch the moon, noticed that Heiji had no intention of going downstairs, and couldn't help but ask.

Hattori Heiji waved his hands. His mind was full of the case and he had no mood to appreciate the moon.

"No, I'll just stay here. Conan too, right?"

"Yeah! I'm with Brother Heiji!"

Knowing that Hattori Heiji's first love was in Kyoto, Toyama Kazuha, with a strong sense of crisis, asked with a hint of jealousy:

"Heiji, are you interested in that maiko?"

"Idiot, don't say anything that doesn't happen." Hattori Heiji obviously didn't notice Toyama Kazuha's emotions, and he replied speechlessly.

Fujiwara Yuu recalled what Hattori Heiji had said, and he guessed Kazuha's concerns without even thinking. He pushed Hattori on the back without hesitation and said in a commanding tone:

"It's too early for high school and elementary school students to get involved in the adult world. Uncle Maori, I'll be watching over you. You two should just go down and enjoy the moon. This kind of scenery doesn't come to you every day."

"Oh? All right then."

After watching the few people go downstairs, Fujiwara You found a seat in a corner and sat down. He refused the geisha who wanted to pour him wine, and folded his hands across his chest, observing every move of the people in the room.

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