Detective Conan: The System Takes Me to Zero's World

The six people came to the door of the appraiser Mr. Nishizu's room. Dr. Agasa put his hands in front of his mouth to make a trumpet shape, raised his voice and shouted: "Excuse me, Mr. Nishizu. I am Agasa, and I have an appointment to meet you today, Mr. Nishizu."

However, the room was silent and there was no response.

Dr. Agasa put down his hand and frowned slightly. "Could it be that his hearing aid is broken again and he can't hear anything? I'll go in and call him. You guys wait here for a moment."

After saying that, he walked slowly into the inner room with slightly heavy steps.

Conan looked a little puzzled, "Habara, is the hearing aid that the doctor mentioned the hearing angel he made before?

"Yeah, that thing worked fine at first, but it broke down after a while. I can't hear anything even when I wear it, it really doesn't live up to its name."

Sera Masumi immediately walked to the middle position behind the two of them, bent down slightly, and showed a surprised expression on her face, "I really didn't expect that you would use such difficult words at such a young age, Ai."

Huihara Ai turned her head away in disdain: "Yeah, is there a problem?"

Conan complained in his mind: [You change your attitude so quickly.]

Kudo Yuki and Okiya Subaru stood aside, watching the interaction between the three people, with no excessive expression on their faces, and seemed to have no intention of interrupting.

In the reception room, Nishizu Hougen was kneeling on a cushion, stroking the pile of black plates in front of him with his hands, his eyes full of obsession, "It has been repeatedly coated with several layers of high-quality paint. This is simply the best of the best! It can be worth 8 million, no, no, I guess there are many sponsors who can pay million yen."

At this moment, a guest suddenly opened the door. Xijin Houxuan turned his head and looked at him with his hearing aid on. "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the room? Why are you here? Did you call me just now?"

He touched the hearing aid on his ear with his hand and said, "I'm so sorry, my hearing aid seems to be having problems again. Since you are here, take a look at this! The color of this plate is very rich, this is undoubtedly a real black plate."

Nishijin Houxuan's eyes fell on the pile of black plates brought by the guests, "But unfortunately, this is not the plate you brought, but..."

Before he could finish his words, the guest's face suddenly turned ferocious. He saw the spear next to him raised and hit Xijin Faxuan's forehead with all his strength, roaring: "No, that's my plate."

Suddenly, Xijin Faxuan's forehead was injured, blood splattered everywhere, a lot of blood splashed on the ground, and his glasses fell off with it.

The guest panted as he looked at him lying on the ground. Just as he was about to reach out and pick up the genuine article on the ground, Dr. Agasa's voice came from a distance: "Is anyone there? Mr. Nishizu, I'm Agasa, and I made an appointment to meet you today. Where are you, Mr. Nishizu?"

The guest panicked and, realizing the situation was not good, quickly hid in the cabinet next to him.

Dr. Agasa shouted Mr. Nishizu's name while looking for him everywhere, and finally found Nishizu Hougen lying on the ground in the reception room.

Dr. Agasa hurried over and asked: "What happened? Who did this?"

Xijin Faxuan still had a faint breath at this time. He touched the pile of black plates with his hand with difficulty, "This, this is real, the authentic one." After saying that, he closed his eyes and fainted, leaving a trail of blood on the pile of black plates.

Dr. Agasa picked up the pile of black plates and looked through them. "It's a crane pattern. Is this the pile of black plates?"

He looked at the unconscious Nishijin Houxuan and put the pile of black plates back in place, "I'd better call an ambulance and the police first."

Dr. Agasa fumbled in his pockets, but found that his cell phone was not there. "Oh no, I left my cell phone in the car. Mr. Nishizu, please hold on a little longer! I'll be back soon." With that, he turned around and ran out in a hurry.

After the guest could no longer hear any sound, he walked out of the cabinet, holding a spear in his hand, with a ferocious smile on his face, and stabbed Xijin Faxuan in the back again. After Xijin Faxuan let out a scream of pain, he was completely dead.

The guest put the spear back to its original place, picked up the black plate with blood stains on the ground, and ran away.

Dr. Agasa came to the door and told the five people what happened. Conan's originally relaxed expression suddenly became solemn, "You said someone was lying on the ground with blood on his head?"

Sera Masumi asked anxiously, "Is it that appraiser?"

"Yes, I saw the black plates beside him."

Conan immediately asked: "Did you call an ambulance?"

"Not yet. I left my phone in the car."

Kudo Yuki gently patted Huihara Ai's shoulder and said, "Xiao Ai, call an ambulance quickly and contact the police."

Conan and Sera Masumi ran straight into the house. Dr. Agasa stood there and shouted, "Turn ahead, he's in the second room at the back."

Subaru Okiya and Yuki Kudo followed closely behind and quickly came into the house. Conan's little hand was on the aorta of Nishizu Hogen's neck, "There's no hope, he's dead."

"Conan, there is no plate next to him." Sera Masumi walked a few steps inside and looked around.

Conan turned his head and looked to the side: "What's going on?"

Kudo Yuki and Okiya Subaru looked at the scene in the house. A young man asked angrily, "What are you arguing about? Who are you?"

Then, three people slowly walked over, and an old man squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Kudo Yuki and his group, "Are you guys eyeing my plate?"

The woman next to him said in a less friendly tone: "Please leave if you are not interested."

Kudo Yuki just stared at the three people with deep eyes, without saying a word.

Not long after, Officer Megure and Officer Takagi arrived at the crime scene to check the situation. Everyone was quietly listening to their conversation outside the house.

Officer Megure looked down at the body. "The victim was bleeding profusely from the head, and there was also a deep wound on the back."

Officer Takagi squatted down and checked the victim's back: "According to the coroner, the cause of death was probably a ruptured aorta caused by a sharp weapon stabbing the back."

"A sharp weapon?"

"The murder weapon should be the long gun standing there, the one closest to the door. There are no fingerprints of the murderer on the gun handle. There are traces of blood on the tip of the gun, and there are marks of hitting something on the metal edge below."

"understood."

“Dr. Agasa first came to this room around 2 o’clock this afternoon. At that time, the victim, Mr. Nishizu, was still alive.

From this, it can be seen that the murderer must have hit the victim with a spear, and Dr. Agasa came to find Mr. Nishizu, so the murderer hid in the closet or somewhere else.

When Dr. Agasa turned back to call the police and ambulance, the murderer picked up the gun again and stabbed the victim in the back, causing the victim's death.

Officer Megure turned his head to look at the people outside the house, his eyes resting on Dr. Agasa, "By the way, Dr. Agasa, why are you here?"

"I asked Mr. Nishizu to help me identify an antique small plate. I came here today to ask about the results." Dr. Agasa looked at the five people who were traveling with him. "They all happened to be at my house, so I brought them here to have a look."

"You entrusted him to identify something, so..." Inspector Megure looked at the deceased, thoughtfully.

Officer Takagi revealed the deceased's occupation: "Mr. Nishizu, who was murdered, was an appraiser of antique art."

"Why was the antique art appraiser brutally murdered?" Inspector Megure was puzzled.

Okiya Subaru looked deeply at the box containing the pile of black disks and said slowly, "Maybe it's because of that pile of black disks."

"A pile of black plates?"

“I heard that someone has commissioned him to help identify Chinese lacquerware artworks. If they are authentic, they are antiques worth tens of thousands of dollars.

According to Dr. Agasa's recollection, the victim, with blood all over his head and dying, fell in this room. Next to him was the antique plate, but now the plate is gone. So I wonder if the murderer's target is the pile of black plates. "

"No, the pile of black plates you just mentioned is in the box over there." Officer Megure opened the box in the middle for everyone to see, "You are talking about this plate, right? This thing has not been stolen."

Kudo Yuki's eyes moved to the unopened box next to her. "There are two boxes of similar size next to it. Take a look at what's inside."

Officer Megure opened both boxes directly, somewhat unexpectedly, "Hey, these three plates are exactly the same, what's going on?"

Conan pushed up his glasses and said, "I heard from the doctor that three people came to find an appraiser to appraise a black plate with the same pattern."

Huihara Ai added, "They must have watched a treasure appraisal program, because the program once showed a black disk worth 100 million yen."

"One, one hundred million yen!" Officer Takagi was stunned with his mouth wide open.

"Just, just this plate?" Inspector Megure looked down at the pile of black plates, unable to believe it.

Masumi Sera folded his hands over his chest and looked at the three people standing on the other side of the house. "The victim, Mr. Nishizu, called the three clients here today because I wanted to explain to them in person the difference between the real thing and the fake.

In fact, if you think about it casually, you should know that if you kill the appraiser and put the real plate in your own box, you can get a huge sum of money. So the murderer is among you three. "

Officer Megure walked outside and looked at the three people with a serious expression: "Please tell us your names, occupations, and the time of the incident around 2 pm. Where were you and what were you doing?"

The three suspects sat opposite the two police officers, and the atmosphere in the room was particularly solemn. Everyone watched the interrogation process quietly.

First, there was the young man, Officer Takagi, who was sitting next to Officer Megure, holding a pen and a notebook and taking notes seriously.

"My name is Toshima Motoyuki, and I currently work for a securities company. My grandfather passed away last year, and I inherited a warehouse from him.

There is a plate in the warehouse that looks exactly like the one on the TV treasure appraising show, so I brought it in for appraisal. I wish my plate was as valuable as the one on the show."

Inspector Megure then asked, "So you want to sell the plate for money?"

Toshima Motoyuki waved his hands hurriedly, his movements seeming a bit flustered: "No. I'm living well now, and I'm not short of money. But with the valuable antique plate, I'll be more secure in the future."

"So where were you around 2pm? What were you doing?"

Toshima Motoyuki's eyes flickered. "Mr. Nishizu said that a friend of his who has a doctorate degree will be here soon, so he asked me and these two to wait in the reception room for a while."

As he spoke, he glanced at the two people next to him, then quickly retracted his gaze.

"Then I wanted to go to the bathroom, but the house was so big that I got lost. I wandered around the house for a while, and then suddenly I heard their hurried footsteps in the corridor, and I rushed over."

The old man spoke next. He seemed a little impatient, his face distorted with excitement. “I spent 20 million! million! I spent million to buy my plate years ago. It must be the real thing.”

Officer Gao Mu interrupted with a smile, trying to calm the old man's excitement: "Calm down, tell me your name and occupation first."

"My name is Chinji Chouno. I used to run a real estate company, but I retired 10 years ago and now I'm living a life of leisure."

"Excuse me, what were you doing around 2pm?"

"I was in this reception-room with the lady for a while, but I was too impatient to stay there. So I went to the study and looked through some books on ancient art. Then, like this gentleman, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor and rushed over to take a look."

"So that's it."

"Anyway, mine is the real black plate. If that one is a fake, how can I face my family with dignity?"

Finally, the lady raised her chin slightly and said, “My name is Shiromaki Suzue, and I work at the Gusi Art Museum as a curator.

The pile of black plates that I brought with me has been on display in our art museum for many years. This time it happened that our art museum had just reopened after renovation, and the owner wanted to use the pile of black plates as a highlight to attract visitors.

So I was asked to find an appraiser to help determine the value of the antique plate and confirm whether the plate was really as priceless as what was said on the treasure appraisal program.

However, I never expected that there would be two other clients besides me who also brought the same plate to the appraiser for appraisal."

This time, Inspector Megure asked directly, "Were you in this reception room around 2 o'clock?"

"Yes, it's just me. But at the beginning, the babysitter was here too."

Okiya Subaru interrupted with a hint of curiosity in his tone: "Really? So this family also hired a nanny."

Dr. Agasa tried hard to recall what happened in the previous period of time: "I remember that when I came here before, there seemed to be two nannies."

Chinji Chono's eyes were slightly suspicious. "This lady said she didn't like sweet pastries and asked if there were any savory pancakes. She asked the nanny to get some."

Shiromaki Suzue's expression suddenly darkened, and she raised her voice and retorted, "I just asked her if she had any, I didn't mean to ask her to get it."

Toshima Motoyuki's face was filled with disbelief: "Really? I didn't hear that."

His words made Shiromaki Lingjiang even more unhappy: "What?"

Inspector Megure watched the three people's quarrel in silence. At this time, Inspector Takagi got some new clues and his expression became serious.

To be continued...