Chapter 1763: Gulu's Diary

June 9th, Friday, after ten o'clock in the morning, Maori Detective Agency.

Coming up from Café Poirot, Mao Li found a serious problem. At a glance, Gulu was not in the room, and cold sweat broke out immediately.

Gulu is an authentic Russian blue cat, and the body and coat color are top-notch, and his worth can be estimated at 10 million yen.

Fei Yingli's cat is the cat of his Maori family.

At this time, I couldn't care less about answering the client, so Maori started looking for Gulu.

First confirm the door, the door is fine, there is no sign of prying, it should not be someone who came in and took Gulu away

Go to the window to confirm again, the window is closed, that is to say, it should be impossible for Gulu to go outside, it is still in the room now.

luckily.

I took a quick look under the desk, no.

Lie down on the ground and looked under the sofa, there was nothing.

There are no kitchens, changing rooms, or bathrooms.

Mao Li was a little dumbfounded. Where could it go? It was clear in the room. A cat, where could it go?

Maori thought of Gulu drilling into the cabinet before, so he searched further and rummaged through the cabinet.

Although I'm sure it's a cat and not a mouse, I can't care too much at this time.

However, after searching around, Mao Li was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but he still couldn't find where Gulu was.

Maori looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, take a rest, take a rest.

Mao Li lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa, and looked around the room where cats could hide.

Inadvertently, Maori found a touch of blue sharp corners, cat ears, on the top of the big cabinet.

Maori got up and stepped back to look up, well, Gulu is dozing on the top of the cabinet.

Maori was speechless, but he was relieved that he was still there.

Maori found a chair and stood on it, and hugged Gulu off the top of the cabinet.

"Meow." Gulu woke up and rubbed Maori's face.

"It's useless to act like a baby." Maori said angrily.

Sitting back behind the desk with Gulu, Mao used his mobile phone to call the client.

"Mr. Kirishita, I am the detective Mori Kogoro who met you this morning."

Mr. Tongxia asked nervously: "Ah, do you understand the content of my daughter's text message?"

At this time, Gulu, who was let go, walked to the edge of the desk.

"Ah, it's dangerous if you fall." Maori quickly brought Gulu back.

"Dangerous!" Mr. Tongxia exclaimed in surprise, "Gu, it really is a dangerous text message!"

Mao Li quickly explained, "No, there is no danger, your daughter is very good."

"Excellent?" Mr. Tongxia didn't understand.

At this time, Gulu bit the tie on Maori's chest and tried to pull it back, as if to take Maori somewhere.

"Stupid, don't pull it anymore!" Maori was a little uncomfortable by the tie.

Mr. Tongxia listened and said, "It's you, Mr. Mori, who is changing the topic!"

While pulling out the tie with Gulu, Maori apologized, "Ah, I'm not talking about you."

"Then please tell me quickly, what kind of text message is that? She will confess to me what she has been doing recently," Mr. Tongxia said in a deep voice, "Please tell me quickly, Mr. Mori."

Under the interference of Gulu, Mao Li listened to all Mr. Tongxia's words, and suddenly felt that Gulu was right to stop him. Mr. Tongxia should not be told about this matter, so he said: "Actually, I haven't solved it at all."

Mr. Tongxia said angrily: "Ah? What's going on?"

Gulu let go of Maori's tie, and Maori touched Gulu's head again. This time Gulu did not walk away, but showed a comfortable expression.

Mao Li smiled and said: "Actually, I just received a very important commission, and I can only concentrate on solving the matter over there for the time being, so I called to reject your commission."

"Why is this!" Mr. Tongxia was very angry and disappointed.

"In short, you have a very good daughter, so you don't have to worry," Maori said with a smile, "I suggest you just watch her performance quietly like this."

"Why, why do you say that?" Mr. Tongxia was very surprised, "You have never seen my daughter?"

"This is a detective's intuition." Maori smiled, "Then say hello to your daughter for me, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Maori smiled at Gulu: "Anyway, I didn't solve the password, and it's better to leave some surprises for birthday presents."

"Meow." Gulu suddenly dodged from Maori's palm, and Maori slapped it on the table with a paw, and landed in a shallow pit formed by the accumulation of debris.

"ah!"

Maori looked at the pile of presents on the table under his hand, sniffed the pungent smell, and while shaking his hands uncontrollably, he opened his throat and screamed, the sound seemed to blow the roof off.

"Meow." Surprised, Gulu jumped from the desk to the sofa.

"No……"

Mao Li couldn't stop him, so he could only watch Gulu leave a pair of small hind paw prints on the two sofas, the coffee table, the floor, and the cabinet, and finally jumped into the corner on the top of the cabinet.

Mao Li was out of breath and wanted to cry. Gulu's behavior just now was deduced in a moment of hindsight.

Gulu's series of actions are not so clever and considerate, they are all just waking up and wanting to go to the bathroom.

Gulu wanted to get off the table at first, but actually wanted to go to the bathroom by himself, but was stopped by Maori.

Then Gulu bit Maori's tie and asked him to take it to the bathroom, but Maori didn't take it.

Next, Gulu got the wrong idea and found a place on the table to use as a bathroom, causing both hind paws to be stained with excrement.

In the end, Gulu showed a comfortable expression. It was not because Maori touched him comfortably, but because he felt comfortable going to the bathroom.

Let it out after holding it in for a long time, let alone a cat, it is comfortable for everyone.

In fact, Maori felt uncomfortable to touch it, so it slipped away as soon as he finished using the bathroom, causing Maori to pat the pile of excrement, and Maori subconsciously shook his hand, so that juice was everywhere around him.

Oh my god, how is this going to be cleaned up!

Molly froze completely, then was awakened by a knock on the door.

It was Ichiro Miyamoto who came in. He was attracted by Mouri's screams. Although he confirmed that there was no one else on Maori's side, he still came to have a look.

And looking at the dirt on Moori's palm, and looking at the row of claws in the messy room, Miyamoto Ichiro couldn't help but smile. Those paw prints should be cats, right? It was so much fun.

"Meow." Gulu walked to the top of the cabinet, condescendingly, and looked at Ichiro Miyamoto curiously.

"Come on." Miyamoto Ichiro held out his hand.

Gulu hesitated for a moment, and jumped to Ichiro Miyamoto's hand.

Miyamoto Ichiro went to the bathroom to wipe Gulu's paws with a paper towel, and Mao Li came over and asked hopefully, "Ichiro, um, um, is there a way to clean up this thing on the sofa?"

Miyamoto Ichiro shook his head, "House Economics Club."

Mao Li was speechless and distressed, because the money flew away again, and he even thought of the commission, which was originally completed, but it was also pushed back.

And this matter can't be said, it would be wrong to mean the cat, that would be too shameful.

Maori washed his hands and came back to learn to be a shit shoveler. He tilted his head and held his breath to cover the pile on the desk with cat litter. Then, because he didn't have a shovel, he frowned and grinned, carefully wrapped the cat litter in a paper towel and took it Walk.

How did you become a shit shovel officer? That's how it's done, until you can look at it without getting tired of it, smell it without hating it, catch it without suffering, and keep your face unchanged from the beginning to the end, you have reached the level of qualification.

As for what is reaching the pinnacle, proficiency? If you can hold the pimple in your hand and knead it for observation, then you should be able to hold it and taste it in your mouth to find out if the cat is sick.

To be honest, Maori has a long-lost feeling, the feeling of changing Lan's diaper. Is that pain or happiness? Both. ...

The room was too messy. Before the housekeeping agency arrived, Maori had to clean up the room and put back the things that had been rummaged through the boxes and cabinets before. If there were dirty things, throw them away. It's the home economics club's job.

Miyamoto Ichiro didn't help Maoli clean up, that was his own business, but he helped take care of Gulu, so that it wouldn't disturb Maoli by running around, and helped feed it by the way.

After eating the cat food, Gulu dozed off again and found a comfortable position in Miyamoto Ichiro's arms.

Not long after, the Housekeeping Club arrived, looked at the situation of the Mori family, and recommended a plan with a smile. It can be seen that dealing with family disasters caused by cats is not a one-off or two-off.

Afterwards, Ichiro Miyamoto handed Gollum to Maori, let Maori hold him, and he left.

And Maori carefully hugged Gollum, who was still sleeping, and went downstairs to Polo Cafe for lunch.

Maori has an illusion, it feels like holding Lan, the Lan who was a child. ...

Polo Cafe.

Mao Li asked: "Well, boss, I bring the pet in for a while, don't you mind?"

"Wow, it's so cute. Is this Gulu, lawyer Fei's favorite cat?"

Although Azusa Enomoto's voice was soft, Gulu still woke up and had not slept deeply.

"I don't mind," the boss said with a smile, "But how badly did Gulu make the office so bad that he even recruited the housekeeping club?"

"Ah?" Mao Li froze for a moment, blushing with embarrassment, he seemed to know all about the scream just now.

Some diners smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, don't worry, this is a necessary stage. The few dogs in my house will give you problems every day, just get used to it, just get used to it."

Mao Li laughed dryly, did not answer, and switched to ordering food.

The diners circled around Gulu, and more and more diners stayed behind instead of leaving. Treating Gulu as a star, they only had to ask for an autograph.

But everyone was very quiet, just watching and talking very quietly.

Someone wanted to take a photo, but Mao Li dared not agree. After all, this was Concubine Yingli's favorite cat. She disagreed, and Mao Li dared not respond. If Concubine Yingli sued them later, it would be troublesome.

In this regard, Azusa Enomoto simply wrote a sign, refusing to take pictures.

And Gulu stayed on the table, a little shy, but looked at the people around him curiously, no matter what he did, wagging his tail, licking his paws, grooming his hair, taking two steps, even dozing off or yawning It's just too cute to make these cat lovers stare.

Maori was a little jealous at first, and he was not so popular as a famous detective. Later, he was a little complacent when he saw the crowd outside the store. Anyway, this is his cat from Maori's family. ...

The shop owner took the initiative to invite him to drink afternoon tea, which was free, and the reason was naturally that Gulu had brought a bunch of customers, which made the shop's business very good.

Mao Li even thought for a while that it should be no problem to take Gulu to cheat for food and drink. Maybe he can make a lot of money by doing advertisements.

So this sitting until the evening, even if the housekeeping club left, they didn't take Gulu back. ...