Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Why don't you get out of here? You have no manners." Looking at Fujiki Hiroshi who was standing there in a daze, Martell drove him away with a very bad attitude.

Fujiki Hiroshi was totally confused and had no idea how he had offended the other party, so he had no capital to resist. He could only say hello and leave quickly.

"Who are you? I have never seen you before." Ricardo grabbed a little white mouse. The mouse struggled and squeaked twice before being controlled by Ricardo, allowing him to rub it.

"I'm here with good intentions to help the new lab worker get familiar with the environment. Is this your attitude?"

This is the first time I have seen someone more arrogant than me.

Ricard secretly complained to himself: "Who are you? Brandy?"

"Martell, from the intelligence team."

"It's really fun. I asked someone from the intelligence team to show me around the lab." Ricardo stroked the mouse's back soothingly. "Martell, the one who's been in the spotlight recently - he really has the capital to be arrogant. How come he's so familiar with the layout of the lab? He must have been here many times."

Martell smiled slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Ricard couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He originally thought it was another Cointreau runner-up, but it turned out to be a brainless idiot. "Nothing. Thank you for your help, Martell."

"Come with me."

==

"plz follow me."

Yi Dahang, wearing casual clothes, followed the manager into the private room.

The lights in the KTV box are dim, and colorful lights are jumping on the walls and ceiling. There is a large sofa in the box, which is covered with pillows of various colors. In front of the sofa is a rectangular coffee table, which is covered with various snacks and drinks.

The three victims lay on the ground in an extremely strange and twisted posture. Each of their faces had become hideous due to extreme pain. Their originally lively faces were now as pale as paper, as if the life had been sucked out of them.

Puddle after pool of foul-smelling vomit gushed out of their open mouths, most of which had already solidified on their faces. The dirty liquid spread across the carpet, forming disgusting stains that formed a sharp and shocking contrast with the surrounding environment.

The medical examiner quickly stepped forward to roughly determine the cause and time of death. Yi Dahang and others stood in the corridor outside.

"Turn off the colored lights. Is there any normal light?" Yi Dahang's eyes blurred. This messy light was not suitable for searching for evidence. "Who is the person who reported the case?"

"I was the one who reported the case. A customer asked us to deliver the cake to the room at 12 o'clock. Actually, we didn't have this service originally, but the customer gave too much." The manager smiled awkwardly, "Then our staff entered the room and found that the guests were lying on the ground. We went up to see that they were foaming at the mouth. After that, they told me, and I called the police."

"Were there only three people in the box originally?" Yi Dahang asked with a frown and a look of suspicion on his face.

He stared sharply at the slightly uneasy manager in front of him, as if trying to catch a clue from the other's expression and words.

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered with a stammer: "Well...well, we really didn't pay much attention to it. After all, this is not a formal bar, and there is no mandatory requirement to register the number of guests..."

After hearing this, Yi Dahang snorted coldly, thinking about the omissions in the store's management. He then asked, "When you provide drinks to customers, you should have some requirements, right? For example, check the driver's license or something like that?"

The manager nodded quickly and explained: "Yes, yes, yes, we do have this. But you said it was a coincidence that they paid the service charge and could bring their own drinks. They didn't order in the store, so we didn't have a chance to check..."

In fact, even if they wanted to investigate, it would just be a formality. On weekdays, there wouldn't be a strict investigation and everyone would just turn a blind eye and let it go... Who would have thought that something would happen today and the police would be called.

Yi Dahang waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the manager's chatter, and said sternly: "Alright, stop talking to me about this useless stuff now! Do you have any surveillance cameras installed in your store? Turn them on and let me see them immediately!"

After saying that, he winked at Takagi Shigeru beside him, indicating that he should go and help the manager find the surveillance video.

However, the manager's expression suddenly turned ugly. He hesitated for a long time before finally mumbling reluctantly, "This... Isn't it just that all the surveillance cameras are broken..."

"When did it break?" Yi Dahang took a deep breath and secretly comforted himself that this was a normal thing.

"It's been a few days. I originally planned to come and fix it today, but who knew I couldn't come again."

Yi Dahang sighed and nodded. The three bodies had been carried out separately and covered with tape according to the traces. The light in the box was dim and it was difficult to see clearly. Yi Dahang took out a flashlight to check the dirt next to the three bodies.

The investigators were trying to extract fingerprint information. The drinks on the coffee table had no labels and were brought in in mineral water bottles. Suddenly, an investigator called Yi Dahang and said, "Officer Yi Da, look at this."

There was a thin metal object in a beer bottle. The surveyor shook the bottle and the object made a slight sound when it hit the bottle. He shone a flashlight through it and the shape could be vaguely seen through the thick green glass.

"Needle?" Yi Dahang frowned, "Drug use?"

The surveyor said: "We haven't found the syringe yet. It may have been hidden somewhere."

"If we don't find it in the room, we have to search all the trash cans in the KTV."

"Yes." The investigator nodded. "There should have been more than three people in the box at the time. The syringe may have been taken away by the fourth person. But I'm still curious, if you really intended to take the evidence away, why did you leave the needle behind?"

"Brother Ida, I went to the Ministry of Transportation to get the street surveillance." Takagi Wataru came into the room and reported, "Seven people and the three deceased entered the KTV at the same time."

"Okay." Yi Dahang nodded, and frowned when he heard the noise outside: "Why is there so much noise? Didn't the KTV clear out the venue?"

"There was a murder in another private room, and Officer Megure went there." Takagi Wataru answered, "But it seems that Officer Megure has finished his work, and the criminal has been found and is being taken back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"So fast?" Date Kou sighed, "Officer Megure is indeed an old detective. He is very experienced. Once he made a move, it was--"

"It was Mr. Kogoro Mori who solved the case..." Takagi Wataru interrupted Date Kou, "Inspector Megure said that he asked you to..."

Ida Hang's words got stuck in his throat.

The surveyor laughed bitterly: "Really...ah..."