The Journey of the Light-type Superpower

She walked into the room and saw a young girl lying on the floor with obvious marks of strangulation on her neck. It was obvious that she was dead.

The ominous premonition came true, Zhao Lan took out his cell phone and called Matsuda.

Matsuda was speechless on the other end of the phone. He had just complained about Yanyan and the others yesterday, and today it was her turn...

After Inspector Megure and his team arrived, the forensic department examined the body and found that the time of death was 10-13 hours and the cause of death was suffocation.

"Ms. Zhao Lan, why are you here..." As the first person to arrive at the crime scene, Officer Megure still conducted routine questioning on her.

"The house next to this apartment is mine. That house has not been rented out, so I just came over here to take a look." The police were just conducting routine inquiries. She was still at home at the time of the crime, so it couldn't be her. She and the deceased didn't even know each other.

It was purely coincidental that he appeared at the crime scene...

The deceased Miss Mika was 24 years old and worked in a beauty salon called Midori.

Officer Takagi called Midori Beauty Salon and asked them to come over and identify the body.

Soon, the beauty salon manager Goto came over.

When Manager Goto arrived at the door, he saw something and turned and ran to the side.

Several children quickly ran over and called out to the store manager Goto.

This case had nothing to do with her, so Zhao Lan sat outside in the corridor watching a few kids busying around trying to get involved in the case.

During this period, Zhao Lan discovered that the little girl in Professor Agasa's family was unusual.

Except for her appearance, she doesn't look like a child at all. When Conan encounters doubts in a case, he will tell her but not share them with the other children.

She didn't deliberately observe them, but her hearing was so good that she couldn't help it.

She heard everything the two of them thought was a whispered conversation. Not only her, but Yanyan and Matsuda should have heard it as well.

Yanyan looked at them with a tangled expression, then looked at her and Matsuda, probably wondering whether to tell them that they had heard everything...

Conan noticed something unnatural at the scene and asked the little girl about it. The little girl's answer was really not like that of a child, especially her tone of voice was exceptionally mature.

More importantly, she heard the little girl call Conan the brat Kudo-kun.

Looking at Conan's subconscious actions, she couldn't help but guess that this little girl might be in the same situation as him.

After thinking about it for a while, the case has come to a conclusion.

The murderer was the store manager Goto. She had originally begged Miss Mika not to resign, but during the argument, the other party threw a hanger at her face. In anger, she picked up the hanger and killed her.

The case was over, and the children were no longer in the mood to cut their hair, so they went home. Zhao Lan and Yan Yan went straight back to Sayuri's grandmother.

In the afternoon, she unexpectedly received a call from Chris: "I might go to Japan soon. I'll ask you out when the time comes. Don't say you don't have time."

"Don't worry, Chris. If you come, no matter how big the matter is, I will put it aside first." Zhao Lan smiled at the person on the other end of the phone.

"Then it's settled."

"OK."

Not long after she returned home in the evening, she received a call from her teacher, asking her what time she would arrive at director Sakamaki's memorial service the next evening.

The two agreed on a time to arrive, chatted briefly, and then hung up the phone.

It has been snowing heavily for the past two days and the weather is a little cold.

Soon the day of the memorial service arrived.

The whole sky was gloomy and sporadic snowflakes had been falling since morning.

After changing into a black dress and putting on a thick coat, Zhao Lan went out.

At the gate of Beihu City Hall, I met the teacher who had just got off the bus. We first went to check in our clothes together, then went to the counter to sign and receive the silk scarf distributed by the venue, and then we walked into the venue together.

I could hear laughter and chatter inside before I even entered.

Is this really a memorial service? I really don't understand. In the flower-growing family, such occasions are always solemn and everyone wants to cry on the spot to express their grief.

Looking at the scene here, Zhao Lan glanced at the people talking in the hall and complained in his heart: Is it because this director has bad relationships with people?

"Zhao Lan?"

"Chris? So you said you had something to do in Japan, so you wanted to attend the memorial service for Director Sakamaki. By the way, this is my teacher, Ms. Haneda Yumi."

"Teacher, this is my good friend, Chris Binyard."

After briefly introducing themselves to both parties, the three of them stood there and chatted for a while.

It was called a memorial service, but it was actually a vanity fair. After a few minutes, someone came over to say hello, and soon the three of them went their separate ways.

Looking at Zhao Lan over there, Vermouth's eyes flickered: "What a wonderful coincidence, isn't it?"

Zhao Lan held a glass of wine and spoke quietly to the person next to him, looking at the people passing by.

She accidentally saw two familiar figures, Conan and Haibara from Professor Agasa's house next door, who were hiding behind a pillar and talking in a low voice.

What are they doing here? Following their line of sight, that's... Shigehiko Tsuguchi?

She had seen this man in the news. He was a typical politician. There were rumors that he had accepted bribes and that he would soon be investigated by the police.

What are they watching him do?

The man was being questioned by a group of reporters. The door behind him opened, and Zhao Lan saw Officer Megure and his men walking in in plain clothes.

When the police arrived, they did nothing. They just scattered around Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi, glancing at the people in the venue from time to time.

After watching for a while, Zhao Lan turned away without interest. Soon the venue darkened and the host began to play Director Sakamaki's slides.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage, where a slide show was introducing Director Sakamaki's masterpiece, Rainbow Handkerchief...

In the darkness, she heard a silenced gunshot.

Looking in the direction where the gunshot came from, Kenzo Masuyama?

When the lights came on again, Tsunoguchi Shigehiko had been crushed under the chandelier.

Inspector Megure and his colleagues rushed over to check the situation, and found that the person was already dead.

Inspector Megure and his team investigated the people who lived around Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi.

Zhao Lan frowned slightly. She was just about to tell Inspector Megure what she had just discovered when suddenly a group of reporters rushed in from outside and the scene fell into chaos.

There were people screaming and running around, and Zhao Lan was pushed aside by the crowd. Looking at the chaotic venue, he frowned slightly and raised his hand to help a lady who was knocked down by the crowd.

"Thank you."

He shook his head and was about to speak when he accidentally saw Masuyama Kenzo in the crowd holding a handkerchief and covering her mouth and nose from behind Haibara, knocking her unconscious. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Lan's face changed slightly. Just as she was about to chase after him, several reporters gathered in front of her and asked, "Excuse me, when the accident happened, you were next to the deceased, right?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything." Zhao Lan pushed the people in front of him away and chased in the direction where they disappeared.

During this delay, Kenzo Masuyama had disappeared.

But why did Kenzo Masuyama want to arrest Haibara?

Zhao Lan looked over and saw that the area around him was full of hotel rooms...

It seems that he can only search room by room. Under the current circumstances, it is impossible for him to go out with a child.