I came to the world of Kexue from Pirate Theater [Comprehensive]

Shinomiya Aiko was walking down the corridor holding the medicine bottle. Watanabe Shoichi happened to close the door. At the entrance, he saw Shinomiya Aiko in a yukata leaning against the white wall, looking at him with half-lidded eyelids. , looking unclear.

"Aiko...Miss, why are you still up so late?" Watanabe Zhengyi anxiously stuffed the medicine bottle in his pocket and stood on the steps of the corridor. He was over fifty and could clearly see a trace of blood in his black hair. There were bunches of white hair, and his face was much haggard, and he was older than she had seen before. He was caring with an attentive look and a kind smile, "A dip in the hot springs in summer will help you sleep... But you should be more careful not to soak for too long, your body is still..."

"I know my own body well, and I don't need you to worry about it." Shinomiya Aiko interrupted him impatiently. Seeing that his eyes always stayed on her hands, she knew exactly what he was worried about, and she was angry and happy at the same time. , not wanting to compromise, she took a deep breath, and didn't want to speak out again to hurt the man who had spent most of her life forgiving.

"Okay...I won't say anything anymore." Watanabe Shoichi smiled awkwardly and pinched his thumb.

After putting away the medicine bottle so that he wouldn't see it, Shinomiya Aiko could still feel the passionate gaze on her before she left. Her lips moved, but she still couldn't help but make a sound,

"The hot springs in summer really help you sleep. You... you should enjoy yourself in the store you run sometimes, and don't take any medicine."

After saying that, she walked towards the room faster, leaving the stunned Watanabe looking at her back and not moving for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his rough fingers and touched the corners of his eyes. People in their fifties laughed like children.

When Violet walked to the front desk, Watanabe Shoichi was guarding the account book. When he saw her, the smile in his eyes couldn't stop, and his voice became a little softer, "Does the guest need anything else?"

"Mr. Watanabe, are you planning to take a rest? I came here to ask if there is any plum wine."

"Yes, yes, please wait." He threw away the account book and ran directly to the kitchen to bring out two bottles of plum wine.

"Thank you. What happened to Mr. Watanabe? You seem very happy." After taking the plate, Violet asked casually without having to hear the answer. She only saw him scratching his head in embarrassment. " I met the child of a very good friend. I hadn’t seen her for a long time and I thought I would get angry, but unexpectedly she asked me not to work too hard, which was a little bit gratifying.”

"Even if we haven't seen each other for a long time, we will become familiar with each other after just a little chat. I think she must be very happy to see you." Violet smiled and looked at his eyes that were almost narrowed into slits, and looked at the clock beside her. There was no time, no more greetings, and he planned to go back to the lounge with the plate in hand.

"Mr. Watanabe, I'll leave first. There are friends waiting for me in the lounge."

"Go slowly." Watanabe watched her leave with a smile, and then put the white medicine bottle in his pocket on the counter, intending to collect the account books before taking them back to the room.

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When they returned to the lounge, there were only Ran Mouri, Conan and Toru Amuro. Mouri Kogoro also came at some point, but the middle-aged man on the couch was nowhere to be seen.

When she held the plate in one hand and opened the door with the other, Toru Amuro and Conan were the first people to cast their eyes on her. Conan called to her softly, "Sister Violet, why did you go so long?" His eyes were full of doubts about her.

Violet said softly, "I had a little chat with Mr. Watanabe, so it's a little late, but even if I come, you can't drink this."

Toru Amuro came over and took the plate from her hand, pretending to ask casually, "But I didn't expect to meet Miss Violet here. What are your plans next?"

"Just call me Violet. I'm ready to go back to Tokyo with Mr. Mori and the others tomorrow."

"Yes, dad drove here anyway, so we can go together tomorrow." Mao Lilan continued.

"Hey, it's plum wine," Maori Kogoro turned his head away in disappointment after taking a look at it. Maori Lan frowned dissatisfied, "Dad, you have to drive tomorrow, so go back to bed quickly. You can't drink."

"I know, I know, it's true. You have to be monitored when you go out. Hey kid, you have to sleep too. Don't imitate adults and stay up late at a young age." He pulled Conan's back collar and lifted him up amid his protest. Open the door to the lounge and go out.

Toru Amuro originally wanted to get to know Violet in depth, but firstly, they had just met not long ago, and asking too many questions would be regarded as scheming. Secondly, it was getting late at night, and both of them had a lot of expressions on their faces. Feeling a little tired, I reminded them to finish their drink and go to bed.

Looking at the back of Toru Amuro's model figure, Mao Lilan approached Violet with a gossipy look on her face, "Violet, Mr. Amuro seems to be very interested in you. He immediately came to you as soon as he saw you. Minato, I only talk to you."

"Really? I didn't feel it." Violet opened her innocent and bright black eyes.

Interested...really interested in her identity.

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Watanabe Shoichi is dead.

Died in the hot spring.

This was the horrifying news that the guests heard early the next morning when they were awakened by a loud banging on the door.

Violet hurriedly changed into long sleeves and long pants, tied her hair into a ponytail and rushed off.

When we arrived at the men's bath, it was already crowded with people. The Watanabe mother and daughter, Mori Ran, Amuro Toru, Shinomiya Aiko and a strange man, Nakamura Junken, and Conan who was following Mori Kogoro, he was squatting Looking at something next to the body covered with white cloth.

When she came, everyone just looked up.

Mouri Kogoro coughed twice, "So, everyone is here, right? Officer Megure, you can start."

With her eyebrows raised, Violet looked at a familiar figure walking out from behind Moori Kogoro.

Wearing the same orange suit and hat, Officer Mumu looked at her with wide eyes.

you again.

His eyes seemed so expressive.

But that's not what she's worried about now, but that she sneaked out. Although she left a note, the address can't be found here at all. His eyes turned into a look of hatred for steel. mean.

Fortunately, he didn't say much. It was obvious that the current case was more important. Under his scrutiny, Violet walked up to Maori Lan and Shinomiya Aiko.

Shinomiya Aiko quietly leaned into her ear and asked, "Do you know that police officer? His expression is quite scary."

Violet twitched the corners of her lips, "I think we know each other."

If these two locations were mentioned at the crime scene and the interrogation room, I am afraid everyone would have the same expression as Officer Megure.

Officer Megure looked away and began to comment on this incident, "Watanabe Shoichi is the owner of this hot spring hotel. After a preliminary examination by the forensic doctor, the degree of stiffness of the deceased's body was found at 11:05 last night. They drowned in the hot spring, so I would like to ask everyone here, where did you go during this period around eleven o'clock?"

Because Violet arrived last, before she had time to remember what happened last night, Mao Lilan had already spoken, "We were all sitting in the lounge at that time. Me, Mr. Amuro, Conan and Violet, Sister Aiko, there is also an uncle who is asleep."

Toru Amuro also cooperated and said, "As Xiaolan said, we were all there at the time, but in the middle of the trip, Miss Shinomiya left at about 10:33, and then Violet went to the front desk to get it. Plum wine also left the lounge. The last one to leave was Mr. Nakamura who woke up from his sleep. He also left at 10:40. After that, Miss Shinomiya and Mr. Nakamura did not come back. Violet left at 10:50 Coming back."

Amuro Toru reported the time and the time everyone left. The recorder quickly wrote it down and came to the Watanabe mother and daughter again.

Watanabe Yoko covered her mouth with tears in her eyes. If her daughter Asami hadn't been holding her arm next to her, she would have fallen directly to the ground. Watanabe Asami also had a sad look on her face. She looked at her mother sadly, Understanding that this is the necessary procedure for the police to investigate the incident, he wiped his tears and said, "Last night, my mother and I should have gone back to the room to sleep at about ten o'clock, but we didn't come out. Dad doesn't often go to hot springs, how could he drown in the hot springs? Someone must be trying to harm him inside."

Asami Watanabe's meaningful words made several people at the scene look at her.

"Aiko Shinomiya, do you dare to say that your father going to the hot springs has nothing to do with you?"

Watanabe Asami glared angrily at Aiko Shinomiya, who had tired eyes and black eyes.

"It must be because of you that dad died!"

"...Officer, I did meet Mr. Watanabe last night, right at the entrance, but we just chatted for a few words and then left. If there is surveillance there, you can also ask someone to check it, but surveillance is generally not the case. Is there a voice?" Shinomiya Aiko did not rush to refute, her voice became much calmer, and only Violet standing next to her could feel her trembling.

A police officer wearing white gloves explained, "I have looked at the surveillance. The surveillance installed does not have a sound pickup, so I can only see the picture."

"As you can see from the screen, from 10:35 to 10:55, a total of three people appeared on the screen surveillance. In addition to the deceased, they were Shinomiya Aiko, Watanabe Asami and Violet. ." Officer Memu took the notebook from the recorder, looked at it, and closed it.

"Only the three of you were the last to come into contact with the deceased."