Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The killer of this female lawyer was among the three people in front of him.

Lancer could almost conclude that.

His instincts were unerring.

"Eh? Really?" Kaitou Kid exclaimed in surprise, and then found that the police officer and suspects were all looking at him. He coughed in a pretentious manner and tried hard to continue to act as the young master of Detective White Horse.

Lancer imitated Kudo Shinichi's signature move, pinched his chin thoughtfully, and then looked at the "White Horse Detective" beside him.

"By the way, who is that lady named Tsuda Reika?"

Kidd also pretended to be in the same posture and replied in a low voice: "She is the wife of a wealthy family. Because her husband passed away early, she inherited all her husband's property. Although she looks glamorous, she is actually a caretaker. He has many young lovers! His private life is very messy!"

"Wow... I've learned a lot." Lancer thought for a while, "How can we tell whether she is herself?"

Kaitou Kidd said: "She has a few little habits. When she lifts her hair, her little finger will curl up a little, and then her index finger..."

With the help of his temporary partner, Lancer observed Tsuda Reika's little moves and found that some were compatible with him, but some were not.

For example, regarding being left-handed, Lancer found that when she was recycling her things, she would always use her right hand first.

Is she the killer in disguise?

When Lancer turned his head and focused his gaze on the man, the detective's ability to possess him was revealed at this moment.

Kudo Shinichi's monologue sounded in his mind.

[He has a big body, but he doesn’t carry much with him. Considering the size difference between him and the deceased, there is absolutely no need to use such a killing method and can be ruled out. 】

All that's left is the old lady on crutches.

[My back is a bit hunched, but that may be intentional. Although the skin folds on the face and neck are equally aged, the hands on crutches do not match the age of the body. She may be disguised as a younger woman. 】

[There may be something hidden in the crutch. The sound of the crutch falling to the ground just now was not right...]

[Her eyes always seem to be paying attention to someone. 】

Eye?

Lancer took a few steps in the direction of Officer Memu and the others, and unexpectedly found that a very obscure gaze was staring at him in the dark.

He understood immediately.

"Officer Megure." Lancer pretended to be Kudo Shinichi and whispered in Megure's ear: "I think there may not be the murderer we are looking for among these people, so..."

He muttered something to Officer Megure. Officer Dadudu was stunned for a moment, and then said "Oh" in understanding.

"Is that so... Well, after another round of questioning to take confessions, I will take someone to check the belongings of the guests outside."

Kudo Shinichi smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Half an hour later, the police announced that they would expand the scope of their search for the murderer, and that the entire celebration party would be subject to police questioning and body searches.

The three people who were first suspected of being the murderers quickly dispersed among the crowd.

The old lady glanced at Kudo Shinichi, who was chatting animatedly with Detective Hakuba, and then slowly left the temporary police interrogation room on crutches.

As if she had encountered something that had nothing to do with her, she looked at it with cold eyes and stood by, and finally left the scene calmly when the police could not find any evidence.

Everything went as smoothly as imagined.

However, just when she walked to the door of a certain lounge and knocked on the door, and received a reply saying "Please come in", the old lady walked in and saw the strange man who was treated as a suspect just like her.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it for a long time. He waited until she arrived and then took out a lighter from his pocket.

When the tobacco in the cigarette is lit, it is like an electrified tungsten filament, emitting a wonderful light.

The old lady said in an apologetic voice: "I'm so sorry, I seem to have gone to the wrong place." With that, she turned around and left.

However, Kudo Shinichi behind him closed the door and locked it.

Yes, Kudo Shinichi.

"Are you still familiar with this face? Belmod?" Lancer tore off the disguise and revealed his true face.

The old man in front of her didn't seem to be surprised by this scene, as if she had expected it.

The old lady still wanted to resist stubbornly, insisting on using crutches and remaining motionless: "What Belmod? I don't know what you are talking about."

Lancer smiled and said: "The person you are looking for to connect with was too powerful and had already left the celebration when the murder occurred. But what I didn't expect was that you would rather kill the boss's cronies than Hope we find her."

The young man's hands had already touched the wrinkled face of the old lady, trying to tear the mask off her face.

But the other party took a step back, straightened her back, and took off the old skin by herself, revealing the beautiful woman's original face.

The crutch in her hand had gone through the transformation of the mechanism and turned into a long-barreled gun, which was pressed against Lancer's heart.

Lancer raised his hands in cooperation.

Belmod laughed and said: "Baby, without Gin, you are still so brave. I don't even see on your face that you miss him at all."

Lancer looked at the man behind her with her peripheral vision, raised her hands helplessly and smiled: "If I miss him, he will be very angry."

He's obviously not dead, so why should he miss him?

But Belmode had a nostalgic tone and said naturally with a low smile: "That's right, that guy hates these things the most..."

Gin in the back narrowed his eyes and said on his face: I'm going to vomit.

Lancer immediately changed the subject: "I always knew that the boss valued you very much, but I didn't expect that he would trust you to this extent. Even his closest associates would ask you to help clean up. Why? The deceased did not betray you. ?”

Belmod looked at him like a fool, and laughed: "Although Rum and Macallan used to hold the sky with one hand, even the boss did not dare to touch them easily. But now, Rum and you are fighting each other to the death. As As the direct descendant of the boss, it should be a natural thing for me to take over the organization at this time, right?"

"Hey! The ambition is not small!" Lancer underestimated her.

He thought this woman only wanted to destroy the organization.