Ke Xue: The man standing behind Ai Jiang

Boundless fear spread in Conan's eyes.

This made the two people who knew the truth look at each other and smile.

"Yuuji. It's really interesting." Shiho looked at Yuuji and whispered with laughter.

Yuuji smiled elegantly, looking at Conan's absent-minded look, and said it was too miserable. As an anime protagonist, he was treated like this. He suffered potentially dangerous persecution from the black organization every day, and he still had to persevere in the investigation.

"Ala, ala. Yuuji-kun, what are you talking about?" Minmei looked at the two people who exchanged words in a small voice after smiling at each other.

"Here. Sister Akemi, Mr. Mori, Miss Lan. Do you want to take a photo together as a souvenir?" Yuuji raised a camera and asked everyone with a smile.

"Okay." Mao Lilan said slightly excitedly when she saw the camera.

[It’s really hard to say whether the Maori family is poor or rich. Call him poor. He owns a building in Tokyo, where land is scarce. Call him rich. Mao Lilan felt like he had never seen a new electronic product before, but he knew how to use it. 】

"Then I'll bother this little brother to take pictures." Mingmei touched Conan's head and said softly.

Hey, why are you touching my head again? Conan was touched on the head by Minmei and came out of his panic state.

"Conan, it's up to you." Mao Lilan looked at Conan with gentle eyes, and then said softly.

"Lan." Conan's face turned slightly red.

"Kid. You're not willing to take pictures of you." Mouri Kogoro gave Conan his favorite rocket headbutt.

As soon as Mingmei's hand left Conan's head, Maori hit her with love's fist, causing a big red bump to pop out of Conan's head.

"Really. Dad. How could you hit Conan." Mao Lilan touched Conan's big crotch with distress.

"Sister Lan. It's okay. Brother Yuuji. Give me the camera." Conan smiled and asked Yuuji for the camera.

"Here. Please take a good photo of us." Yuuji handed the camera to Conan while rubbing Conan's head.

And he still rubbed Conan's sore spot.

It hurts, damn Yuuji.

Conan took the camera over, and then Shiho stood on the left side of Akemi, on the right side was Mouri Ran, and Mouri Kogoro stood next to Mouri Ran.

As for Yuuji, I'm sorry, Conan didn't take a picture of Yuuji.

Several people took photos one after another with the word "The No. [-] Night Festival in the World" as the background.

From time to time, Yuuji bought snacks from the night stalls on the roadside for the three beauties to enjoy.

Ever since, it has become like this.

Mao Lilan and Mingmei were chatting, and Mingmei looked at Shiho on her left with a smile from time to time.

From time to time, Yuuji would feed Shiho, who was a little sulky, with food.

"Yuuji. I really want to hold hands with my sister." Shiho complained to Yuuji inarticulately while eating freshly baked food.

Ha, what the hell. Yuuji also wanted to ask what Shiho said just now, but ended up throwing rubbish at it.

Shiho was gone.

Not only that, Mouri Kogoro and Conan who were following several people were also missing.

"I'll go. Where are the people?" Yuuji just stood on the side of the road throwing garbage. When he turned around, the people were gone.

Then, when Yuuji looked east and west.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

This is damn force majeure.

A middle-aged man wearing white leather gear asked Mao Lilan to take a photo of him.

Akemi and Shiho took advantage of the fact that Mouri Kogoro and Conan's attention was on the middle-aged man, and they hid there and whispered anecdotes about the time they hadn't seen each other these days.

Hey hey hey laughter from time to time.

Yuuji was sensible enough not to disturb their long-lost reminiscence.

He walked to Maori Kogoro and watched Maori Lan take pictures of this middle-aged man in white clothes.

Looking at this guy, Yuuji recalled his identity. The middle-aged man in white clothes was called Saii Nobuichi, and he used the author's name as Imai.

In order to become famous, he killed his friend and fellow writer Imaki Satoshi.

It’s a cliche story of a literary scornful writer who despises another’s talent but is jealous of his success and seeks revenge.

Cliché but true.

But this guy's talent is just that, otherwise it wouldn't have turned into this situation.

After roughly recalling the contents of the murder that occurred at the No. [-] Night Festival in the World, he felt bored and wanted to go and play with the two sisters Shiho and Akemi.

Who would have thought that he was just recalling the effort he had put in.

Akemi and Shiho disappeared into the crowd.

This is the busiest time for the night festival.

The idea of ​​​​judging Mingmei's location by looking at where there are more people came to nothing.

Helpless Yuuji had to wait for the plot to continue to develop. At least there was some fun here.

After all, the criminal's method of committing the crime is remarkable, especially the situation where he danced in front of the grave.

He hated people pretending to be sexy the most in his life, but he didn't mind pouring cold water on Shijing Xuanyi when he was pretending to be sexy.

Before Mao Lilan took a few photos of Shijing Xuanyi, a policeman with coral hair patted Xuanyi on the shoulder.

Let the act of taking pictures stop.

"I am Hengo Sango, a police officer from Saitama Prefecture. You are Mr. Sei nobuichi, right?" Hengo took out his police card and introduced his identity, "About Mr. Imtake Satoshi, I think Let me find out something from you.”

"Mr. Policeman, I am Sei Nobuchi. I wonder what happened to Imaki Satoshi?" Sei Nobuchi held the outer hood near the waist of the white outer jacket and fanned it to dissipate heat.

"You feel hot, you should take off your clothes." Yuuji said what Conan was thinking.

Conan's dead fish eyes instantly turned into a frightened face as he looked at Yuuji.

But Yuuji looked at Sei Nobuichi seriously.

"This little brother, you don't know something, but I am a writer. I care about appearance very much." Shii Nobuichi answered Yuuji's question seriously.

"So that's it. I misunderstood you. I thought you killed someone in the hotel, threw away the crime tools outside, and then ran all the way here, which caused your body to be too hot. It looks like it's just a simple heat. It's really strange. It's so hot at such a cold night." Yuuji's seemingly joking answer aroused everyone's attention.

The first one was Henggou who understood. He looked at Yuuji solemnly, "This little brother. How did you know that there was a murder in the hotel? There should be no rumors about this matter at this time."

"This policeman, I, Yuji Oda, is a president. I stayed at the hotel today. At [-]:[-], I was woken up by the sound of a gunshot while I was sleeping in the bathroom, so I knew that a murder had occurred. ." Oda Yuuji took a business card from Shiro and gave it to Henggou Zensu.

"Oda Yuuji! Are you the new president of the Oda Club, which has been gaining momentum recently? It is said that you will catch up with the Suzuki Foundation within 20 years." As soon as Yokomori Sango saw the business card and the photo on the business card, he immediately thought of the recent Yuji Oda, who is often in the news.

"If there is no second Oda Society in Neon Country, then it will be ruined." Yuuji replied with a smile.

"President Oda, I am Henggou Zengo. Nice to meet you." Henggou Zengo said happily.

This is a legendary philanthropist in the industry. I often hear colleagues in the industry say that this guy donates to the Metropolitan Police Department or the Public Security Department. Yokomori Sengo has not forgotten Yuji Oda, who was often mentioned at the recent police conference.

"Yes. Officer Henggou. I'm glad to meet you too. Although I have no interest in murder cases, but now I can't find my female companion. I wonder if I can go to the murder scene to listen to the famous detective Mouri Kogoro solving the case. Here." Yuuji turned sideways and introduced Mouri Kogoro.

"Detective? Is it the famous detective Mouri Kogoro?" Henggou Sengo looked at Moori Kogoro unconfidently and said.

"Ah hahaha. Officer Henggou. This is me, Mouri Kogoro." Moori Kogoro laughed with a complacent look.

Henggou Shenwu looked at the famous detective and thought that he was safe this time. He happily invited everyone to move to the crime scene.