"Then is it possible that your receipt is from many years ago?" Kogoro Mouri asked again after hearing this.
"No, because this style of receipt was only updated this year."
After taking a look at the receipt, the middle-aged female clerk shook her head, looked at Maori Kogoro seriously and said, "Anyway, after I collect the customer's money and receipt, I will give it to the cashier Miss Seta inside.
Then I put the change, receipt, and everything else into the bag, and then I give it to the customer.”
The middle-aged female clerk turned her head and looked towards the rest room. Kogoro Mouri followed her gaze and found a girl with short hair and freckles on her cheeks, looking at the two of them timidly. She was obviously the Miss Seta they were talking about.
But in this situation, it's normal for the other party to be afraid and not dare to come out. Maori Kogoro didn't care too much. He looked at the female clerk again and asked, "So you really don't have any impression?"
"Really! If there is such a strange customer, I will definitely remember him and will never forget him!" The female clerk explained seriously, hoping that Kogoro Mouri could trust her words.
"But..." Maori Kogoro said, shaking the receipt in his hand, "Someone did buy a red T-shirt like this and got a receipt..."
Kogoro Mouri was also very troubled by this situation. He finally found a clue and asked according to the evidence, but he found that the other party had no memory of this incident at all, which meant that the matter was completely deadlocked.
"that…"
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, suddenly a middle-aged man's weak cry was heard behind Kogoro Mouri.
"Wow! You bomb man, don't come near me, stay away!"
After seeing the middle-aged man, Kogoro Mouri still pretended to be afraid and stood with the other person with a look of resistance.
"Don't call me that! Don't call me bomber!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped her and pulled open his clothes to reveal the bomb on his body: "I'm just an innocent victim who was unlucky enough to have a bomb strapped to me. I'm not the bomber."
"Didn't I tell you that it's best to stay away from the crowd before the case is solved?" Kogoro Mouri waved his hand in expulsion.
"I know...but that boy with glasses is playing some pranks with the T-shirt..." the middle-aged man said, "I feel the need to tell you..."
"Prank?" Kogoro Mouri was stunned when he heard this and ran towards the elevator angrily.
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