Who is the go-kart in Chapter 77?
“Mr. Karting’s report helped me recover the back wages owed to me by my former company, so I hope to find him and thank him in person,” the client said sincerely.
"Could you be Mr. Akita, the one who was fired and didn't get paid?" Conan suddenly realized.
A few months ago, a certain group in Mihua Group was found to have collectively defaulted on wages and maliciously laid off employees. It was only after the reporter Karting exposed the incident that the poor workers were able to get justice through public opinion.
“Yes, thanks to Mr. Karting, I was able to get my wages,” Akita said admiringly.
"Mr. Karting is simply my god, he saved me from dire straits..."
"If I could meet Mr. Karting, I would die happy..."
Conan knows that Mika has a group of enthusiastic go-kart fans, and this Mr. Akita is probably one of them.
He kept calling him "Mr. Go-Kart" and showering him with compliments as if they were free, making Conan's lips twitch.
Go-karts!
Who would come up with such a ridiculous name?!
"Alright, Mr. Akita, I'll try my best to help you find this guy, what's his name?" Kogoro Mouri interrupted him, seemingly getting impatient.
Then he asked the crucial question, "So, do you have any leads you can provide me now?"
“Uh… this…” Akita stammered for a long time, but managed to squeeze out a few words, “I didn’t.”
No, how am I supposed to find it? Kogoro Mouri squinted at him speechlessly.
Clearly sensing the reproach in Mori's eyes, Akita chuckled, "I think even without any clues, Detective Mori will definitely be able to find out."
"You are the sleeping Kogoro!"
After these words, Kogoro Mouri was successfully put in a difficult position, making it hard for him to cause trouble.
And he found it very useful.
"Of course, finding someone is a piece of cake for me, Kogoro Mouri, hahahahaha."
Heh, Conan sneered inwardly.
"Knock knock." At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Outside the open door, a tall and handsome young man stood there.
"I was very sorry that I overheard your conversation because the door was open," Gu Ze said with an apologetic smile as he walked in.
"If you're looking for someone called Go-Kart, I have a lead!"
Like a cunning fox, he casually dropped a bombshell.
"What! Really?" Akita's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he beamed with joy.
He quickly got up, walked in front of Gu Ze, and politely shook hands with him.
"Hello, hello, my name is Akita. If you have any clues, please tell me. I will pay you a generous reward!"
Realizing that his client was about to be poached, Kogoro Mouri was immediately displeased and glared at Gu Ze with hostility.
"Hey, who are you, kid? You just barge into someone else's house and start talking to yourself."
"Uncle Mori, that's Gu Ze, the one you've met before. He's also a detective," Conan reminded Kogoro Mori.
Upon hearing that Gu Ze was also a detective, Kogoro Mouri's alarm bells went off even higher.
"Children shouldn't interrupt adults!" Kogoro Mouri glared at Conan.
"Honestly, you brat! He wouldn't have come in if you hadn't left the door open."
As Kogoro Mouri was speaking, Conan Edogawa scurried up behind Gu Ze to prevent Kogoro from getting too angry and beating him up.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Mori. I came in without permission. It has nothing to do with Conan," Gu Ze said, trying to smooth things over for Conan.
Gu Ze calmly and slowly said, "Ahem, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Gu Ze, and I am also a detective."
"The main reason I came here is to pay a visit to the famous Kogoro Mouri. I have always admired Mr. Mouri... Aba aba."
A barrage of commercial praise made Kogoro Mori's heart flutter and his face beam with joy.
"This is just a small token of my appreciation." With that, Gu Ze handed the gift box he was carrying to Kogoro Mouri.
Upon receiving the gift, Kogoro Mouri immediately stopped being angry. "This is... Moutai liquor from China!"
His eyes lit up as he held the wine box, thoroughly enjoying it.
"Yes, Mr. Mori has a good eye. This is genuine Moutai that I brought back from China last year."
"Hahaha, you've come all this way, and with such an expensive gift." Kogoro Mouri beamed, patting Gu Ze on the shoulder and inviting him to sit down.
[Ding! Kogoro Mouri thinks that a young man like you has a bright future!]
Kogoro Mouri's approval rating +5]
“Brother Gu Ze, if you have any clues about go-karts, then share them.”
Sitting opposite Gu Ze, Akita nodded frantically in agreement after hearing Kogoro Mouri's words.
“Of course,” Gu Ze readily agreed.
"The go-kart guy's first report was published in the Beika Shimbun, but as far as I know, the first person to get a report on go-karts was the editor-in-chief of the Beika Daily."
"After receiving the first report on go-karting, the editor-in-chief did not publish it immediately. Instead, he waited for other newspapers to publish go-karting articles one after another before he dared to publish the report."
"I see," Conan thought to himself, "this editor-in-chief is a smart man."
Reporting on go-karts can easily offend people, and publishing such reports can also easily offend people; the Beihu Newspaper encountered various problems.
With a smile, Gu Ze said a name, "His name is Yamashita Keito, and his home is..."
(Conan's classic door opening sound effect)
After accepting Akita's request, Kogoro Mouri and Conan Edogawa arrived at the residence of Keito Yamashita, the editor-in-chief of the Beika Daily, based on clues provided by Gu Ze.
Gu Ze followed behind them.
"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"
The doorbell rang repeatedly, but there was no response from the classically decorated Japanese-style house.
"He's not home, is he?" Kogoro Mouri frowned, looking somewhat troubled.
"No, he's inside. At this time, Yamashita Keito would be at home watching Kabuki on TV." Gu Ze denied Kogoro Mouri's idea.
"Really?" Kogoro Mouri looked at the young man in front of him with disbelief.
"Splash—"
The Japanese-style door was shoved open with force, slapping Kogoro Mouri in the face.
[Ding! Kogoro Mouri thinks you are a hidden master.]
Kogoro Mouri's approval rating +10]
"Who is it! It's so noisy! Don't you know that...?" The old man with a receding hairline shouted outside.
Upon seeing Kogoro Mouri's face, he instantly shut his mouth, his attitude changing faster than turning the pages of a book.
"Oh my, isn't this the sleeping Kogoro Mouri! I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly! I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly!" Yamashita Keito grabbed Kogoro Mouri's hand and shook it frantically.
The old man was very strong; he swung Kogoro Mori's arm until it was smoking.
"Come in, come in!"
Stepping into the Yamashita Residence, one can immediately tell from the interior design that Yamashita Keito is someone who knows how to enjoy life and is fond of health and wellness.
The courtyard was devoid of elaborate decorations, featuring only a winding path paved with bluestone slabs. In the center of the living room stood a long table, upon which various ceramic tea sets and tea leaves were neatly arranged.
The group sat cross-legged around a long wooden table. Yamashita Keito poured them tea and even gave Conan a plate of desserts that children love.
"I wonder what brings Mr. Mori to my humble abode?" Yamashita Keito's voice had an old-fashioned charm.
Kogoro Mouri took a sip of tea. "Then I won't waste any more words. Mr. Yamashita is the editor-in-chief of the Beika Daily. You should know about the reporter named Karting, right?"
Upon hearing this name, Yamashita Keito paused, his hand holding the teacup pausing, his face turning wary as he sized up Kogoro Mouri and Gu Ze.
"What do you want with him?"
Just as Kogoro Mouri was about to explain, Gu Ze grabbed Kogoro Mouri's clothes and answered first.
“Mr. Yamashita, please rest assured, we have no ill intentions towards Mr. Karting.” Gu Ze smiled amicably. “As you probably guessed, we are here on a commission.”
"Hmph, you detectives only know how to take money and do your jobs, you never bother to investigate what kind of people your employers are," Yamashita Keito sneered.
“You are not the first detectives to come to me looking for clues.”
"Huh, has someone already been here?" Kogoro Mouri exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, ever since his report went viral, people have come to me, but I haven't given them any information."
Keito Yamashita continued, "If criminals were to obtain the address of a righteous person like Mr. Karting, it would certainly pose a danger to him."
So this old gentleman is also a go-karting fan! Conan thought after hearing what Yamashita Keito said.
Seeing that Yamashita Keito was resistant to giving clues, Kogoro Mouri's face started to tense up, while Gu Ze, on the other hand, was relaxed and unhurried.
Gu Ze sipped his tea, glanced at Conan, winked at him, and gestured for him to come on stage.
Before the group arrived at the Yamashita residence, Gu Ze had told Conan that Yamashita Keito liked children and was powerless against their affection.
So this is where I was waiting! Conan glared at Gu Ze.
[Ding! Shinichi Kudo's approval rating +5]
Conan gritted his teeth, strained his voice, and ran down to Keito's side.
"Grandpa Yamashita, I trust Uncle Mori. He won't easily share information with others. Could you please give me a little bit?"
When faced with Conan, a child, Yamashita Keito immediately dropped his serious expression and asked with a kind face, "Little friend, what's your name?"
"My name is Conan Edogawa! I'm also a little detective!"
"Oh, that's a good name!" Yamashita Keito ruffled Conan's hair and laughed heartily.
"If you want to be a detective, Conan has to work hard!"
Keito Yamashita likes children, especially smart children, and after meeting Conan Edogawa, his heart gradually softened.
He got up and brought Conan a plate of delicious pastries, then said to the two adults with a blank face.
"Ahem, for Conan's sake, I'll tell you."
[Ding! Shinichi Kudo's approval rating +5]
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated! —Gu Ze's words.
After a long wait, a clue about Yamashita Keito finally arrived.
Kogoro Mouri rubbed his hands together, full of anticipation.
The old man scratched his head, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Actually, I don't know where the go-karts are either."
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