Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Inspector Megure briefly recounted the whole story of the thirty-two murders that happened fourteen years ago.

Although he did not mention who finally solved the Thirty-two Color Murder Case in his story, it was not difficult for others to see that the solving of this case had a lot to do with Hojo Liansong.

Afterwards, Yuya Kazami, who sent an email asking for information on the Thirty-two Color Murder Case, also received a reply.

The email not only contained detailed case information, but also mentioned that the person who solved the case was Hojo Yoshimune, who was then the Deputy Minister of the National Police Agency.

"If thirty-two refers to the thirty-two-color murder case fourteen years ago, then what does black, white, and red refer to?"

Yuya Kazami was the first to ask a question that everyone else wanted to ask.

There are many varieties and colors of lilies, at least dozens of them.

But the criminal chose black, white and red lilies to give to Hojo Liansong, and the lilies that appeared in Chizuru Mansion were also these three colors.

Everyone can see that there is some special meaning behind this.

Black, white and red, thirty-two, fourteen years ago, the football club…

Hojo Shuya seemed to have thought of something. He looked up at Hojo Lianzong and asked tentatively:

"Grandpa, I remember when I was in junior high school, I seemed to have seen a limited edition football in black, white and red in the locker of your old house on the outskirts of the port area."

At that time, Hojo Shuya thought it was a gift from his grandfather. After all, the football was really eye-catching in the cabinet and was very out of place with the surrounding things.

But when he opened the cabinet happily and picked up the ball, he found that the ball was not a new ball, but an old ball that had been patched.

Although it is well preserved, signs of wear and tear are still clearly visible on the ball.

Later, when Hojo Lianzong discovered this, he took the ball from the young Hojo Shuya with a cold face and carefully put the ball back into the locker.

Although Hojo Shuya did not receive any scolding at that time, he never entered the old house again afterwards.

Hojo Lianzong didn't expect that Hojo Shuya still remembered the incident that happened many years ago, and he didn't expect that he could accurately guess the correct answer based on just this.

He looked at his eldest grandson who had grown up, as if he was meeting this child whom he had spoiled since childhood for the first time.

Hojo Shuya did not miss the hint of realization in Hojo Lianmune's eyes. He lowered his eyes and concealed all the thoughts in his heart.

Grandpa, do you see the shadow of that person in me again?

"Xiuya is right, the football you saw in junior high school is indeed related to the thirty-two murders fourteen years ago.

The gathering place of the murder club is a high-end club for football fans. Only members who own limited edition footballs sold by the company owned by the club owner can enter and exit freely.

Back then, one of our police officers used that limited edition black, red and white football to successfully sneak into the police station, find evidence of their crimes, and finally catch them all in one fell swoop.”

After hearing this, the others also understood why the prisoner was so obsessed with the three colors black, white and red.

But the fact that they were able to accurately find Hojo Lianzong and that they knew the police had used a limited edition black, white and red football to infiltrate the city clearly shows that there was something else going on.

Yuya Kazami immediately lowered his head and sent an email, asking his subordinates at the National Police Agency to investigate the current situation of the criminals and their families involved in the Thirty-two Color Murders case.

Inspector Megure also took out his cell phone, but he asked someone to check the information of the waiters who entered Chizuru Mansion this time.

And the servants of the Hojo family who had access, or sometimes had the opportunity to access, pots of freesia.

At this time, Hojo Reie, who had been paying attention to her son, looked at Hojo Shuya, who lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking, and said softly:

"Okay, let the police take care of things here. Go and get ready. Today is your wedding day."

Hearing this, Hojo Lianzong, who had just come out of his thoughts, looked much gentler.

"Yes, your mother is right, go quickly."

Hojo Shuya nodded in response:

"Then I'll go there first."

After receiving the eye signal from Hojo Lianzong, the butler Hojo quickly followed. As soon as he went out, he called a team of bodyguards and asked them to follow Hojo Shuya throughout the whole process.

This Chizuru Mansion is one of the properties owned by the Hojo family. It was previously owned by Hojo Yoshihito and is now owned by Hojo Shuya.

Although the security of the mansion is now jointly handled by the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau, the original security force of the mansion has not been withdrawn.

Butler Hojo even specially transferred a lot of bodyguards from other places for this purpose.

Since we knew that the criminal might come to disrupt the wedding banquet, it was natural to send more people to protect the groom.

Of course, the butler did not forget the bride who was in another building in Qianhe Mansion.

Outside the window, the sun in the sky gradually rose higher, like a groom who was eager to see his lover as soon as possible, leaving the clouds chasing behind him far behind.

Time flies, and it's already past nine o'clock.

As it approached ten o'clock, guests began to arrive one after another.

Hojo Shuya, dressed in a white suit and with his hair carefully combed, stood at the door of the front hall, greeting every guest with a smile.

Next to him were the Hojo Yoshihito and his wife, who also had smiling faces.

The bodyguard in black was standing behind the three of them, looking around vigilantly.

One after another, luxury cars, some eye-catching and expensive, some low-key and luxurious, drove into the mansion, and then well-dressed and polite guests got out of the cars.

By half past ten, most of the guests had arrived.

As soon as he passed through the front hall, Conan heard an excited and loud little voice coming from not far away.

"Conan! You're finally here."

This voice was so familiar that Conan knew it was A Mian without even raising his head.

He looked up and saw A Mian, dressed in a black suit, running towards him happily.

However, Conan's eyes fell on the football in A Mian's arms.

The moment he saw the football, Conan knew that this was the surprise gift that A Mian prepared for him.

"Conan, look, this is a limited edition football that has been around for many years. Do you like it?"

A Mian held up the football, which was bigger than his face, and handed it to Conan like he was presenting a treasure, his face full of joy and anticipation.

"I like it very much, thank you, A Mian."

Conan took it and answered seriously.

"Then let's play together. The housekeeper said it will take a while before we can see the beautiful bride."

As he said that, A Mian pulled Conan towards the direction of his new friends, where several little boys had already gathered.

Seeing A Mian pulling Conan over, the little boys immediately gathered around and started talking at once.

"Is this the last teammate you're waiting for?"

"Everyone is here, everyone is here, let's go to the stadium quickly."

"This kid has skinny arms and legs, can he do it?"

"..."

Looking at Conan and a group of little boys walking towards the distant lawn, Mao Li Ran couldn't help laughing.

She took out her cell phone and was about to follow to record Conan playing football when she heard the voice of her best friend Sonoko behind her.

"Xiaolan."

Suzuki Sonoko, wearing a champagne-colored dress, walked towards Mouri Ran with elegant steps. Behind her, Suzuki Shiro and his wife were walking towards the main wedding hall under the guidance of the waiters.

After a brief chat, the two walked slowly towards the lawn not far away.

Seeing Conan and a group of children playing football, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but sigh:

"This kid is really popular."

Seeing Xiaolan turn on the video recording function of her phone, Suzuki Sonoko showed an ambiguous smile on her face:

"You want to record the wedding banquet arrangements here as a reference for your and Kudo's wedding banquet arrangements in the future, right?"

Mao Lilan suddenly felt that the phone in her hand was a little hot, and blushed and hurriedly explained:

"No, Sonoko, I used it to take a picture of Conan playing football."

"What's so good about filming a kid playing football?"

Suzuki Sonoko didn't understand, but then she thought about it and felt that it was because Xiaolan was too shy, so she made such an excuse.

So the smile on his face became more ambiguous:

"But this is something you can do easily. Just record more this time so that you will have experience when you and Kudo are preparing for your wedding banquet.

Of course, as long as you agree, Xiaolan, I will pay for your wedding banquet. Then you just need to be the most beautiful bride in the room."

Seeing Mao Lilan lowering her head shyly, he stammered and changed the subject, and quickened his pace.

Suzuki Sonoko smiled happily, but in her heart she suddenly felt jealous of the investigator Kudo Shinichi who was now nowhere to be found.

Damn it, when I think about it, I feel so jealous of that cocky detective Kudo Shinichi, who could actually marry such a good girl like Xiaolan.

"Ah sneeze~"

Conan, who was running on the lawn, couldn't help but sneeze.

...

Fifteen minutes before the wedding banquet was to start, Karasuma Soshin arrived late.

The roar of the engine of the top luxury sports car came from far away and finally merged silently into a pile of luxury cars parked inside Qianhe Mansion.

Hojo Shuya looked at the two people walking towards him from a distance, and his eyes subconsciously fell on Karasuma Soshin who was walking in front.

Standing beside Hojo Shuya, the butler who was familiar with the information of each family whispered a reminder:

"The person in front should be the heir of the Karasuma Group who rarely appears, the young master of the Karasuma family, Karasuma Soshin."

Karasuma Soshin noticed this gaze and looked up. Their eyes met for less than a second before Karasuma Soshin nonchalantly looked away.

"Happy wedding."

Stepping into the front hall, Karasuma Soshin sincerely congratulated the protagonist of today's wedding banquet.

Kurihara Aieko, who was following behind Karasuma Soshin, handed over a congratulatory bag with the Karasuma family crest printed on it at the right time.

Hojo Shuya took it and glanced at the family crest on the gift bag. Then he said with a smile:

"Welcome Karasuma-kun to my wedding. Please come in."

Passing through the front hall, what came into Karasuma Soshin's eyes was a field of flowers, plants and trees full of a fresh scent. The sun shone on the branches, and the wind blew the green leaves, creating ripples of light on the ground.

I glanced at the main wedding hall in front of me, where most of the guests should be gathered.

Led by the waiter, Karasuma Soshin had just walked halfway along the shortest bluestone road between the front hall and the main hall when a football fell from the sky.

At the same time, a series of children's cries, either panicked or anxious, were heard not far away.

"Oh my god, the ball is going to hit someone."

"Get out of the way!"

"It's over. My dad will definitely beat me to death if he finds out."

"..."

Of all the kids, the only one who didn't fit in was Conan.

Don't be anxious or panic.

He was worried at first, but when he saw Karasuma Soshin's short dark red hair that was dazzling in the sun, he immediately stopped worrying.

Not to mention a football, even a hundred footballs couldn't hurt a bottle of whiskey that could beat Shuichi Akai.

However, Suzuki Sonoko didn't know this. She looked at the football that was about to hit Karasuma Soshin's head and shouted anxiously:

"Watch your head, Karasuma-kun."

Kurihara Aieko, who caught the meaning of Suzuki Sonoko's words, immediately looked up and saw a football flying straight towards Karasuma Soshin's head.

Kurihara Aieko had never expected that she would attend a wedding banquet and witness her young master encounter such an unexpected disaster. She subconsciously wanted to reach out and push Karasuma Soshin away.

But instead, Karasuma Soshin grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the side.

The next second, a black, white and red football landed accurately on the instep of Karasuma Soshin, which had been stretched out and slightly raised at some point.

After the ball bounced again, Karasuma Soshin stretched out his left hand and steadily caught the football that fell again.

Seeing that Karasuma Soshin was unharmed, Kurihara Aieko suddenly felt relieved.

But when he looked at the waiter who turned around and kept bowing to apologize, and the Hojo family bodyguards who were guarding nearby and surrounded him after hearing the noise, his expression was not so good.

The little boys, knowing they were in trouble, came over crowded together.

One of them was taller and stronger than the others. A chubby boy who looked about six or seven years old. He glanced at Karasuma Soshin who was looking down at him with no gentleness or smile on his face.

He took a deep breath, walked forward to the front of Karasuma Soshin, lowered his head and said loudly:

"I'm sorry, I was the one who kicked the ball that almost hit you just now."

"So, how are you going to compensate me?"

The little fat boy raised his head and saw Karasuma Soshin, who was standing just now, now squatting in front of him, holding a football in one hand, looking at him curiously and asking.

"How about you hit me with the ball too."

After thinking for a while, the little fat boy clenched his fists, closed his eyes and said with a fearless attitude.

Seeing this, the friends nearby immediately started to plead for mercy.

"Really? Then I'll smash it."

The chubby boy trembled visibly, but still nodded.

He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists tightly.

"I'm ready."

Behind the little fat boy, I saw several little boys closing their eyes and clenching their fists.

Karasuma Soshin slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

He deliberately tossed the tricolor football in his hand, and then when the chubby boy was so nervous that he was about to sweat, he gently touched the chubby boy's slightly protruding belly with the football.

"Okay, I'm done."