Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The press conference, which was originally scheduled to be held in the morning and expected to end in the afternoon, did not end until late at night.

The police came and went, questioning every guest who appeared at the scene, and finally let them go.

The reporters were already exhausted, and even felt their memory cards could not handle any more taking photos.

Why shoot? The news that should be released has already been released. No matter how many more...

It may just be the reporters' groundless speculations and all kinds of unfounded guesses.

After the guests left, the police were still busy collecting evidence. Only two stretchers covered with white cloth were secretly transported through a small door to the Metropolitan Police Department for inspection.

The scene was sealed off, but the police were scratching their heads, puzzled.

Megure Juzo sat in the conference room, supporting his heavy head with his hands and staring at the information in front of him.

There are a lot of clues, but that’s precisely why they can’t be solved quickly.

From receiving the threatening letter last night to the murder at the press conference today, two people have died in succession. There are too many people involved in the threatening letter and the murder case. Although they have been questioned, the police still need more time to analyze and sort out the results.

Next to Megure Juzo, Kogoro Mori's face was also unusually serious. He supported his head with both hands and even wanted to prop up his eyelids with his fingers. He looked at the transcripts and various materials in front of him with a bitter and resentful look.

Next to Kogoro Mouri, Conan looks exactly the same.

There were three people in a row, also holding their heads up and almost driving themselves crazy.

No idea where to start!

This is the first time in my life that I have encountered a case that I have no idea how to solve!

It's still a serial murder case!

"Have some tea."

Xiaolan came in with a tray, placed a few cups of warm tea on the table, and spoke softly, "Brother Tangmu specifically said that it's not good to drink iced coffee late at night, so drinking some hot tea to warm up your body won't affect your work at night."

As soon as the words fell, several people sighed heavily again, holding their teacups in both hands, with dull and unfocused eyes.

Xiaolan:......

I don’t know what to say, but I feel…

Better not to bother.

What if these people go crazy on the spot after being provoked?

Xiaolan was silent for a moment, turned and walked to the small sofa beside her, continuing to wait for the case to be solved, but in her mind she was thinking about what food would be delivered from the kitchen later.

As for the case...

Professionals should do professional things. It is enough to have Conan intervene. She, Mao Lilan, should eat and drink enough and stretch her hands and feet to see if she can help when catching the criminal later? !

In the silence, Megure Jusan finally came back to his senses from the complicated and messy case.

He pressed the photo of the deceased under the information, raised his eyes and looked around, then looked at the capitalist spokesperson sitting next to Xiaolan.

"Ms. Mingmei." Megure Jusan took a deep breath, barely sorted out the next course of action, and asked doubtfully, "Where is Mr. Karaki? Is he alone now? I have reason to suspect that the suspect's next target is him."

Hearing this, Miyano Akemi was slightly startled.

She thought about her boss's whereabouts, and then about the assistant Amuro who had just been kicked out, and finally said, "Mr. Tangmu has been worried since he received the threatening letter yesterday. He didn't sleep all night, and this morning he forced himself to attend the press conference despite his illness. He is physically unable to hold on, and is resting in the lounge upstairs."

At this point, Miyano Akemi lowered her eyes slightly and explained calmly, "As you know, Mr. Tangmu is in poor health and his mood is changeable. Please give him some independent space to sort out his emotions and don't let him lose his composure in front of so many people."

After the words were spoken, everyone looked at each other.

Megure Jusan thought about the mascot of the Metropolitan Police Department teasing the sky, the earth and the air, and finally nodded with a dry smile, "Yes... yes..."

Gaffe?

Tang Muching doesn't necessarily lose his composure when seeing a beautiful woman, the smiling mask is almost welded to his face!

On the side, Furukaya Rei turned his head to look at Miyano Akemi's profile, with extremely complicated thoughts in his mind.

I have always said that I am not a very professional assistant. I didn't feel that before, but now I suddenly feel the gap between myself and a professional assistant. At least I wouldn't say such high-sounding words.

Even if I say such polite words, I can't say it so frankly and against my conscience, as if it were the truth.

At this time, in the lounge upstairs.

Zhu Fu Jingguang woke up from his sleep with a smell of blood in his nose.

He suddenly jumped up from the bed, turned on the light in the room with one hand, and walked towards the door barefoot.

The door of the room was slightly opened, and the person who was supposed to be sitting on the sofa next to him, playing with his phone and watching over him, was standing against the wall, with a confused look on his face and his body becoming sluggish.

"how--"

Zhu Fu Jingguang's doubtful voice stopped instantly.

He followed Tang Muching's gaze downwards and frowned as he looked at the dagger stuck in Tang Muching's waist.

"Someone knocked on the door just now, I thought it was the assistant bringing food and water..." Tang Muching frowned slightly, his palm was stained scarlet because of pressing on the wound, and blood flowed out through the gaps between his fingers.

It turned out to be Ke Xue. Someone actually dared to go upstairs and assassinate when surrounded by police.

Tsk——

"boom--"

Zhu Fujingguang looked at the injured capitalist with his head fallen on him, and his breathing stopped in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and barely embraced Tang Muching, then patted his body to find his phone, and flipped straight to the address book to look for the familiar number.

First call Zero for the police and an ambulance, then call...

Gin Bar.

For some things, criminals use bizarre methods, which is better.