My brother is FBI, and I am a crazy wife protector.

Chapter 124

"Fifty thousand?!"

"You, you said fifty thousand for one time?! There are two days a week for the collection of combustible garbage, so, a month is..."

"A month is 450,000."

450,000... 450,000!"

"Dad, such an outrageous thing must be illegal. But really, doing such a weird job and getting such a high salary is really a bit like the Red Hair Alliance."

"Right? I heard that the boss found this job in a job advertisement on the Internet and communicated with the client through email. As a result, the car keys were delivered three days later. Under the condition that he would continue to do it until the client agreed, he started doing this kind of work two weeks ago."

"I understand. In my opinion, there is probably a celebrity living nearby, and a rich man wants to learn the tricks of the paparazzi and rummage through his garbage for fun. ”

“The moderator’s diary also mentioned that he had thought about this, and he checked it out, but there was no celebrity. But the strangest thing was that he said that the recycled garbage didn’t seem to be checked by the client. Because this job was too good, he also felt a little weird, so he took pictures of the recycled garbage in the trunk of the car with a digital camera, and when the next recycling day came, he opened it and compared it, and found that the location of the garbage didn’t seem to have changed at all. ”

“Then, why did he do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Of course, it’s just like in the novel. The client must have taken advantage of the time when he was recycling garbage to do something bad near the kid’s house. So, do you know where the moderator lives?”

“I don’t know. The website didn’t write it in such detail, but it did write the location of the garbage disposal site. I remember it was near Toriyacho Sanchome Park.”

“Toriyacho?”

“What’s wrong, Dad? Did you think of something?"

"It's like this, Xiaolan, there's a new small steel ball shop there recently, and I was thinking that I should go and have a look when I have the chance."

"Why don't we just go there now? It's only a little after seven, and maybe the moderator will be here too."

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

When he heard about Toriyacho, Conan realized that Hondou Eisuke was not a simple person. He felt that the guy came for the car accident of Mizunashi Rena, but he didn't look like a member of that organization.

Toriyacho Sanchome Park

"What's going on? Look, today is Sunday, February 5th, and the return date for combustible garbage in this area is tomorrow, Monday, and four days later, Thursday."

"It seems so."

"It seems so? I'm talking to you——"

In fact, there are very few places that collect garbage on Sundays.

"Ah, I remember that the moderator's diary mentioned that the client once told him that because this garbage research has not yetI have been approved, so I repeatedly told him to collect it secretly early in the morning to avoid any problems..."

"You are an idiot! Why didn't you say it earlier? ! Really! I won't check it anymore. I'm going to walk around here before the small steel ball shop opens. You can take the train home by yourself. Really."

"Excuse me, I'm bothering you."

"Yes."

"Excuse me, around 9 to 10 o'clock the night before yesterday, did you see anyone tall and suspicious in the area?"

"Aren't you Takagi?

"Mr. Mao, Mr. Maori?!"

"What are you doing here?"

"You are, why are you here?"

"Brother Maori, it's you again."

"Inspector Megure?"

"You are not related to this incident again?"

"What incident? ”

“Murder case, you haven’t been watching the news?”