Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Seven days ago, that was the day before the three people died.

Lin Xiaochen recalled the autopsy reports of the three people.

Dairy products, fruit mixture

That’s the cake.

"That day wasn't a special day. If I had to guess, it would be that her friend had a birthday." Qingchuan Feng continued to narrate, "Shuiyue... I'm not saying anything harsh, sometimes I just don't want to treat everyone."

...

When Lin Xiaochen rushed to the cake shop that Qing Chuanfeng mentioned, he saw Zhu Fu Gaoming coming out from inside.

Seeing Lin Xiaochen, Zhu Fu Gaoming raised his eyes slightly and said, "Lin, what a coincidence."

Lin Xiaochen nodded: "Shuiyue Yanxiao's ex-boyfriend said that she came to buy a cake, so I came to ask."

"The forensic doctor told me that the most likely food the deceased ate was dairy products. I have been looking for a dessert shop in Nagano, and I found this one today." Zhu Fu Gao Ming said slowly, "It seems that I found the right one this time."

"Let's go in together, Lin." Zhu Fu Gaoming turned slowly, "I believe there will be other gains."

The clerk of the cake shop was a little surprised to see Zhu Fugaoming come back: "Mr. Officer, do you have any other instructions?"

"Hello." Lin Xiaochen walked to the counter and showed his police ID. "I would like to ask if you have seen this lady."

He pulled up Shuiyue Yanxiao's student ID photo from his phone: "Please remember it carefully."

"...I don't remember..." The clerk shook his head in embarrassment, "There were so many customers that I really can't remember."

"Okay then. I'm going to check the store's security cameras."

"…The surveillance camera broke down a month ago." The clerk was a little embarrassed, "I haven't had time to fix it yet."

"Okay." Lin Xiaochen was helpless and looked down at the various cakes in the display cabinet. "Is this yellow one a mango cake?"

"Ah, yes, yes, but this one has been discontinued. We haven't had time to remove the wax model yet. I'm really sorry. If you want, I can help you change it to a yellow peach one."

"Taken off the shelves? When did it happen?" Lin Xiaochen became alert in an instant.

"About a week ago, some customers complained that the mangoes were not fresh and complained several times. It affected business, so we took them off the shelves." The clerk recalled, and clapped her hands. "Now that you mention it, I remember that a lady did buy the last mango cake seven days ago. She looked quite similar to the one in the photo in your hand."

"Did she give any special instructions at the time? For example, what to write in the greeting?"

"Probably not..." said the clerk.

Lin Xiaochen turned his head and found that Zhu Fugaoming had left the store at some point. Lin Xiaochen turned around and looked outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, only to see Zhu Fugaoming raising his head as if looking for something.

The clerk poked his head forward from behind the cash register and said, "Is that gentleman looking for surveillance cameras? The surveillance cameras on the road were all frozen during the snowy day, but... I remember there is a family upstairs who installed surveillance cameras, maybe they can capture it."

"Really?" Lin Xiaochen's eyes lit up.

The clerk nodded: "Yes."

The person living upstairs was a single woman. Seeing two grown men standing at the door, she was in a panic and wanted to close the door. Lin Xiaochen quickly blocked the door with his foot and showed her his ID through the crack in the door: "Police... Police... Madam, please help me..."

Upon hearing this, the lady awkwardly let go of the door handle, and Lin Xiaochen's foot was finally rescued from the crack in the door.

The door was opened, and Lin Xiaochen silently took a step back, gasping for air.

Zhu Fu Gaoming gave him a teasing look and took the initiative to greet him: "Madam, have you installed surveillance cameras to record the streets? We——"

"Is it illegal?" the lady said nervously, "I'll tear it down right away..."

"No, that's not the case." Zhu Fu Gaoming comforted him, "We want to see the surveillance footage. The police are investigating the case, so please cooperate."

"Okay, please come in." The lady stepped aside to open the door. "Everything is on the computer. Please wait a moment."

As she spoke, she led the two policemen into the study, turned on the computer, called up the surveillance footage, and then made way: "Please take a look. The surveillance footage from the past half month is all in here."

"Thank you." Zhu Fugaoming sat on the computer chair, and Lin Xiaochen leaned over to take a look, holding the back of the chair.

In the picture, Shuiyue Yanxiao is wearing a khaki windbreaker and has slightly curly hair. He is carrying a cake and hurriedly walking to the other side of the street. Then he gets into a black Honda car.

Lin Xiaochen silently wrote down the license plate number, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to request assistance from his colleagues in the Ministry of Transport.

The Honda quickly disappeared from the frame.

Lin Xiaochen stood up and said, "We need to make a copy. Is that convenient?"

"It's convenient, it's convenient." The lady nodded hurriedly, "I'm just taking pictures of the streets, there's nothing shameful about it..."

"Thank you."

"By the way, about this girl..." the lady seemed to be hesitant to speak.

After all, in this society where one should mind other people's business, it is not a good thing to meddle in other people's affairs.

But Lin Xiaochen immediately encouraged her: "It's okay ma'am, you know you can say anything."

"This girl often comes here to buy cakes. I've met her several times. But some time ago, she seemed to say that the taste of the cakes had changed. She made a lot of noise in the store. The noise was so loud that I could hear it from upstairs."

"Several times?"

"Several times, she came very regularly, about every three days."

If it was really Shuiyue Yanxiao who had the dispute with the clerk, then why did the clerk lie and conceal it?

"Didn't the saleslady call the police?"

"Miss?" The lady asked in surprise, "That cake shop has always had a young clerk..."

Lin Xiaochen and Zhu Fu Gaoming suddenly felt something was wrong. When they rushed downstairs, they found that the cake shop had no employees left.

The store clerk has a big problem.

Zhu Fu Gaoming chose to go to the Ministry of Transportation to look for the clerk, while Lin Xiaochen began searching nearby.

After the two separated, Lin Xiaochen received a text message from the Ministry of Transportation: [Owner: Murakami Jiro]

Murakami Group.

It’s the Murakami Group again.

Lin Xiaochen sighed. It seemed that he really had to go to Murakami Group.

Murakami Group was not far from the cake shop, and Lin Xiaochen searched all the way there and soon arrived there.

Lin Xiaochen had just walked to the Murakami Group's company building when he saw several police cars at the door, which looked like public security vehicles.

He couldn't help but feel strange: "Are the police going to intervene again? Is it because of the previous explosion?"

When the people coming down saw Lin Xiaochen coming over here, they hurriedly went up to him and shouted, "The police are investigating a case, outsiders please do not approach!"

Lin Xiaochen immediately showed his police officer ID, but it didn't seem to have much effect - after all, the dislike between the various departments within the police system has been going on for a long time.

However, unexpectedly, this time the police officer did not stop Lin Xiaochen, but just asked: "Are you from the Nagano headquarters? What are you doing here?"

"Investigating the case." Lin Xiaochen answered concisely, "There are some doubts about the Murakami Group case that need to be verified." After saying this, he didn't say another word.

The police officer then told him: "The Murakami Group has been closed down by our police in accordance with the law for suspected drug trafficking. You are too late."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaochen couldn't help but feel very surprised, because according to past experience, the police have always liked to compete with them for jurisdiction over cases.

But at this moment, he could clearly sense from the other party's words that he was eager for him to come and take over the case as soon as possible.

The public security officer seemed to see Lin Xiaochen's doubts. He sneered, glanced at Lin Xiaochen, and then said slowly: "Of course the public security officers won't take on every case. For a small case like this, there is no need for us to personally take action."

Well, it turns out that you still deserve a beating as always!

But, the anesthesia department?

"Will this poison cause dizziness and vomiting?" Lin Xiaochen asked unwillingly.

"No comment." The police spoke in a businesslike tone.