Conan: The Mechanic

"Come over and have a look, too," Conan sighed, motioning Chiba and Ai Haibara to come and have a look together. "This is the vanished, apparently not resurrected Harawaki Takashi-ah, even if he can be resurrected, it is obviously impossible to hide himself here by himself before he is resurrected."

"This..." Before they came over, Besho Orie's face was full of disbelief. "Wait a minute, don't tell me, the previous president was also..."

"Don't ask me, because I don't know the details of that year," Conan said lightly. "But I can at least guarantee that the information you have told me at present does not conflict with my current speculation plan, so it is entirely possible."

"So, the problem is very complicated now," Qianyu had already walked to the drawer at this time. "If the two previous videos are completely fake... Question 1, these two videos are definitely fake, so why spend so much effort to make these two videos? What's the point? Question 2, then The Harawaki Takashi in the two films looks quite smooth and natural, and the protagonist himself will definitely not be willing to do this kind of thing, so who is the Harawaki Takashi in the two films? Or... Frame-by-frame editing? The cost would be too high, so why not let these two videos appear here... As long as we don't find this body, we'll probably think that Harawaki killed Jiangjiri at the first time. Kyoko."

"Could it be because these two things are easy to obtain?" Ai Haibara said suddenly. "If this thing seems difficult for us all to do, but it is easy for one of them to do it, that can explain it, doesn't it?"

"This is also the only explanation," Qianyu nodded. "But having said that, it's hard for me to imagine what kind of person would be able to do this level of editing or editing without consuming too many resources."

"A stuntman?" Conan said. "If there are makeup masters in the network resources, maybe they can really do this."

"This is indeed possible," Qianyu nodded. "But the problem is that we have no way of inferring who the murderer is - unless we go through a long and extremely detailed investigation. In contrast, I still think it will be easier to change the direction, such as finding out if there is anything left. Where there are traces..."

"Let me ask," Besou Oriie said suddenly. "Can I understand that he is dead at this time, so he will lie in it until the body stinks, right?"

"Yes," Conan nodded. "Because he's already 100% dead, it's impossible to do anything."

"Is that so——" Besou Zhijiang said thoughtfully.

"What did you think of?" Haibara Ai realized the strangeness of Besou Orie and asked immediately.

"Ah? Oh, no!" Besho Orikawa immediately shook his head. "I was just wondering, if we hadn't found Harawaki, would he have stayed here until he was found because the body stinks?"

"Probably," Qian Yu's mouth twitched. "But... if no one is here, maybe the next time someone comes, he will be completely boneless, and if the window is not closed, the smell may have completely dissipated - if the next time someone comes. more than five years."

"If the producer dies, it's very possible," Haibara Ai nodded, agreeing with his judgment. "Maybe this house will really become a dead house without an owner."

"Stop talking," Besou Zhijiang nodded with a pale face. "I... I'd better go back and rest first. What happened today... I also ask you to get in touch with the police officers and gentlemen."

In this way, several people watched Besou Orie leave the room together - Conan and Chiyu just quietly looked at the corpse of Harawaki Takashi, while Haibara Ai watched with suspicion as Besou Orie disappeared. door of the room.

"If there is nothing to do, I'll call the Nishimura Police Department first," Qian Yu said while tilting her head as she walked towards the door. "It looks like it might be—" Saying so, Chiyu disappeared from the door. "Probably need to fight a protracted war again?"

Chiyu, who had already walked out of the door, spoke quite casually, but his expression was quite serious.

Probably only that guy Conan really didn't realize anything, right? At least Haibara had clearly felt something.

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Under the night, in Beisou Zhijiang's room, Beisou Zhijiang was writing something with a pen, but there was a soft knock on her door.

"Are you here?" She whispered softly, she put down the pen in her hand, then got up and walked to the door, opened the door and looked at the visitors outside. "You're still here."

"You asked me to come, didn't you?" The visitor outside the door put a hand in his pocket and said lightly.

"Yeah, you'll definitely come anyway," Besou Orie nodded. "After all, it's only you, isn't it? Come in and talk more."

Saying so, Besou Orikawa motioned for the visitor to enter the room~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then closed the door. "Ah, by the way, let me explain first, I have left the invitation to you here in the form of a paper letter. If I don't get this letter back by tomorrow morning, the police will definitely See, and you're done."

"What do you mean?" The visitor frowned. "What do you want to do, kill me?"

"Isn't this what you want to do to me?" Besou Oriie asked rhetorically. "If I do something wrong, I'm afraid I'll have to die here tonight, right? Just like Kyoko, who also thought of this, I'll die at your hands."

"What do you mean?" The visitor looked innocent. "How could Kyoko be me—"

"You should also know that we have already discovered the corpse that Harawaki hid in the closet, and it is impossible for a dead person to climb out of the closet by himself. Do you know what I want to say?" , Beisou Zhijiang raised his head and looked at the visitor. "Please explain, who dragged the president out of the cabinet and pretended that he climbed out by himself?"

"He was sitting there when I entered the door!" The visitor quickly explained. "I'm not lying!"

"Really?" Besou Oriye walked to the front of the bookcase and rummaged for something. "Then if that's the case, I'm probably mistaken--but then again, as for the whole thing, what are you--"

The voice suddenly stopped, and Besou Zhijiang's eyes were already full of sharp edges.

"Ria, why are you doing this?" she sighed.

Through a mirror hidden in the dark on the bookcase, she looked at what was happening behind her.

He should have been standing in the distance, but Ria Kawada was standing not far behind her, hiding something in her hand with a panicked expression.