How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Fragments of vases and a bunch of flowers with water were scattered on the ground. There were bloodstains on the debris and flowers, and red blood spots on the white walls on either side.

A middle-aged man was lying on his back, and a large amount of blood spread from the back of his head, forming a large pool of blood.

Although he had known for a long time that there would be a case, Xin Haikong was inevitably taken aback when he saw such a murder scene.

Things have to go back to this morning.

After a night of precipitation, the morning air is extraordinarily fresh.

Xin Haikong opened the window, just in front of the fiery red maple tree in the courtyard, the warm red shattered the chill of the morning.

After eating the breakfast prepared by the host, Xin Haikong was pulled by Matsuda and joined Conan's mountain climbing trip.

This hot spring hotel located deep in the mountains has unexpectedly become a good place to climb mountains. It was not until after one o'clock in the afternoon that Xin Haikong was able to throw himself on the bed of the hotel and rest for a while. Last night's insomnia and this morning's early climbing made him lose all strength, and drowsiness came up like a tide.

He quickly lost consciousness.

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"New sea sauce—"

"Xinhaijiang, hurry up, we're here to soak in the hot springs"

Matsuda's voice flew around his ears like a fly.

Xin Haikong struggled to open his eyes that seemed to be stuck with glue. He squatted on the side of the bed and tried to wake him up, but he succeeded in getting a glance at Matsuda.

"What time is it?" The voice that had just woken up was still a little hoarse.

"It's almost five o'clock! Let's go to the hot spring for a while, and then go to dinner after dark."

Xin Haikong rubbed his stomach. He ate lunch at one o'clock in the afternoon, and slept all afternoon, so he really didn't really need to finish his meal immediately. He packed his clothes and followed Matsuda downstairs.

When passing by the lobby, Xin Haikong inadvertently caught a glimpse of the newly placed roses on the coffee table. The bright and flamboyant red adorned the sober vases, intertwined warmly and harmoniously without appearing overwhelming. The host is attentive.

The open-air hot spring pool in the backyard was simply separated by a screen. He and Matsuda chose one at random. It happened to be next to Xiaolan and Conan. Mr. Mouri seemed to be alone in the innermost hot spring.

Across the screen, Xin Haikong can also hear Sonoko teasing Conan. Xiao Qingmei is wearing a beautiful swimsuit and soaking in the hot spring next to you. Conan's expression must be as red as a monkey's butt.

In the late autumn, it was getting dark quickly, and the thick night was like a layer of dark tulle covering the starry night sky.

"The stars in the countryside just have to be brighter." The words escaped in the dense mist rising from the hot spring.

"click, click, click"

With the crisp sound of clogs, Urahara Fujika appeared in front of them.

Through the steam of the hot spring, she could vaguely see her tall and tall girl. It is true that there are not many girls who grow so tall.

"Guests, dinner is ready, do you need to put it in the yard like yesterday?"

I don't know if it was the influence of the hot spring water vapor or what, but I always felt that her expression was a little strange.

"Need, need!" Yuanzi in the soup pool next door also heard this voice, and said expectantly.

"Ah - please prepare another pot of plum wine like last night," added Kogoro Mouri in the corner.

"Dad, everyone said to stop drinking."

"It doesn't matter, our home-brewed plum wine has a very low content, and it's not a problem to drink it occasionally."

"Do you need to take out the barbecue grill? Occasionally, there are guests who want to grill their own meat."

"Is it really possible?" Matsuda rarely showed a hint of interest.

"certainly."

"Then I'll trouble you." Xin Haikong added with a smile.

"It's okay, that's all we should do, as long as the guests can have fun—"

"what-!"

A piercing scream came from the front yard.

The smile that Xin Haikong didn't have time to dissipate froze on his face.

Urahara Fujika heard the scream and quickly identified the person who made the sound, "Mom?"

She turned and ran quickly towards the front yard. The clogs made a loud stomping sound on the floor tiles.

Xin Haikong and Matsuda looked at each other and quickly came out of the hot spring, but they spent a few minutes getting dressed before rushing to the front yard. She bumped into Urahara Yanka, who was also attracted by the screams. Her hair was half loose and her clothes were messy. She stepped on her slippers and ran out hastily, as if she had just woken up.

"I bumped into Fujika, and she ran down the mountain to find the police."

Yanxiang explained, "The fixed line at home was bitten by a mouse last night. The mobile phone always has no signal."

The house behind the front yard has always been the owner's residence, and the door, which is usually half-closed, is now wide open.

Urahara Mikiko stood on the spot in a panic, and there was blood on the corner of her skirt that was not very clear.

In front of her, it was her husband, Urahara Fujino, who fell in a pool of blood.

Fragments of the vase were scattered on the floor of the room, and the few roses that left the vase were still very brightly colored.

Did it still happen? this case.

The deceased was Urahara Fujio, the male owner of the mountain hot spring hotel, and the suspects were locked in the hostess Urahara Mikiko, the eldest daughter Urahara Yanka and the youngest daughter Urahara Fujika, as well as the two mysterious guests who never showed up.

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"Mrs. Miqingko, what happened?"

"I, I don't know, I came to the room and asked Fujio to have dinner, but he fell to the ground..." The woman collapsed and couldn't support herself, fell to her knees, and cried while covering her face.

"Father, how could father..." Urahara Yanka, who was behind everyone, walked to the front step by step, and also knelt on the ground.

Looking at Yanxiang's familiar back, Xin Haikong stood at the back of the crowd, leaning against the door, feeling a little uncomfortable.

It wasn't difficult for him to reason out the whole process. Whether it was the blood on the vase fragments on the ground or the slippers on Yanxiang's feet, there were too many doubts. What really saddens him is that he could have prevented this from happening.

"Families please get out of the way, we are the police." Matsuda glanced at his contemplative friend, but reluctantly stepped forward, "Miss Urahara Yanka, please find all the suspects in this hotel immediately, this is homicide."

"There is no one else, and the other two guests have not returned since they left in the morning."

Yanxiang was still half-kneeling on the ground and answered with her head lowered. Xiaolan couldn't bear to go up to help her up and stand aside.

Conan stood by and adjusted his glasses. This time, with the presence of the Xinhai police officer, the uncle should not be allowed to talk nonsense again. Every time it was as if he hadn't woken up from the alcohol, so he had to go to the rescue. If the other two customers never came back, the two police officers certainly couldn't have murdered, and even more so with Lan and the others.

Then the last suspects are only Urahara Mikiko and her daughters, Yanka and Fujika. No, Fujika can also be excluded.

Judging from the luster of the rose at the scene, it must have just left the water, and the roses were scattered when the prisoner struck the dead with a vase. The case must have happened in these ten minutes.

Fujika had been talking to the Xinhai police officers in Tangchi in the backyard for ten minutes before the incident. It can be ruled out, and the only suspects left are—

"Then, Miss Urahara Yanka, where were you about ten minutes before the incident?" Matsuda asked.

"I was sleeping alone in bed and I'm not feeling well today."

"Can anyone prove it?"

"...No. I'm alone in the room."

"Well, what about Mrs. Urahara Mikiko? Where were you at that time?"

"I was in the kitchen at the time."

"Also alone?"

"…right."

—Mikiko and her older sister, Yanxiang, who have no alibi.

Mouri Kogoro patrolled the scene hastily, and then fixed his eyes firmly on the blood stained on the skirt of Urahara Mikiko.

"You are the murderer, Urahara Mikiko!"

"You think you can escape punishment by going back to your room and changing a piece of clothing, but you underestimate my name detective Kogoro Mori. It's on the hem of your skirt, and the blood stained when you just arrived at the scene!"

When Mi Qingzi heard the news, she was stunned for a moment, and then two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks.

She fell to her knees again and kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it, he was very angry, I was not careful, I'm sorry."

pleaded guilty.

Mouri Kogoro, who had never had such a smooth and successful experience in reasoning about the case, was stunned for a moment.

Conan, who originally looked helplessly at his uncle's reasoning, was also stunned.

Although he has not yet found evidence to determine which of Mi Qingzi and Yanxiang is the murderer, he really did not expect such fragile evidence to force the murderer to confess guilt. Are all the murderers this year so mentally poor?

"What's the motive for the murder?" Matsuda Jinhei asked coldly, not believing that Urahara Mikiko was the murderer, and standing aside with his arms crossed.

"The motive for the murder, the motive is, ah! I know, it must be because your husband is always yelling at you, obviously this hotel is your mother's legacy, but he always pretends to be a boss. You pretend to be yourself, you can't bear it, and you start killing people."

Sure enough, this really seems to be the reason my uncle can come up with. Conan looked at the clotted blood on the vase, and then at the splatter on the white wall.

wrong. The blood is not right.

Why is there such a bloodstain?

He turned his head to look at Xin Haikong, who was still standing at the door. Officer Xinhai has been watching the outside from the very beginning, not caring about the development inside at all, and he doesn't know what he is thinking. Officer Shinkai is a police officer of the Search Division, so he should be more experienced.

"Huh? But why is the blood on the vase like this!" Conan asked, but his eyes kept staring at Xin Haikong, who was standing at the door. How can there be criminal police not interested in solving cases?

Xin Haikong still did not respond.

On the contrary, Matsuda Jinping squatted down and carefully observed the blood on the vase with his eyes.

"Indeed, the blood on the vase is obviously contaminated blood. If the vase was the weapon used to hit the dead, it shouldn't be like this. Mikiko Urahara, do you have any explanation for this?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I killed him, I'm sorry, I killed him with a vase."

"The problem of bloodstains may just be because the vase is broken. After it is broken, it will be different. Such a simple problem." Mouri Kogoro pulled Matsuda Jinping, "Junior, you are still too young, as I said, you still need more. Learn how to solve crimes."

"but-"

"Dah, dah, dah!" The familiar sound of clogs sounded outside the door. Urahara Fujika is back.

She was still wearing the light pink yukata from before, but there was a lot of dirt on her clothes, her eyes were red, and she looked very embarrassed.

"Miss Fujika? Did you come back so soon, why didn't the police come with you?" Xiaolan looked at Fujika running back alone, a little puzzled.

"What police?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Everyone was stunned.