The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

Police officer Mu Mu, who had gone through a lot of effort to enter the monitoring room, almost shed tears of relief facing the monitoring screen.

But after a while, the monitoring of the banquet hall was dropped by the technicians, and the time progress bar was dragged directly to the night. Countless pairs of eyes stared straight at the screen, for fear of missing any clues.

Police officer Takagi unconsciously lowered his voice, pointing his fingers to a corner, "The victim came in."

At the same time, President Suwabe in a suit and leather shoes appeared on the screen.

His eyes slanted to the lower right corner of the screen, and he subconsciously recalled, "The time is 19:31:34 Tokyo time."

Everyone waited with bated breath.

Finally, President Suwabe finished talking with people, and his eyes seemed to stare at one place from the top of the crowd in surprise. The scene that happened at the position where he looked was projected on another screen, perhaps because of some There was a commotion caused by this reason. The guests gathered together in a crowded and noisy manner. In the picture, the president raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows. He walked slowly through the crowd and patted the shoulder of the tall man who was lifted from the ground. After a few words of comfort, he left.

Police officer Mumu reached out and pressed the pause button. He looked at the people who were blocked outside the monitoring room, and motioned for his subordinates to let them in. "What's going on?" He was referring to the riots. The scene was too chaotic to distinguish Condition.

Mori Kogoro answered quickly, "Why do you ask them such a question! I have the famous detective Mori Kogoro who is watching all directions and listening to everything—"

The uncle, who claims to be a detective, ignored the twitching corners of Conan's eyes, raised his hand and touched his chin in deep thought, "Oh... I remembered, someone seemed to be committing suicide at that time! Was it a model or a star or something, called Mrs. —what's going on?"

"Osamu Dazai." Conan added in a low voice.

"That's right, that's it. Tsk, I know! You don't need to add it! Smelly brat!" Mao Li reacted, and immediately demolished the bridge and gave Conan a few words.

"Suicide?!" Officer Mu Mu gasped in surprise, "Why didn't anyone call the police when this happened?!"

"Because the big brother who committed suicide seemed to be fine when he came down, everyone seemed to think he was joking." Conan replied after thinking for a while.

There must be something hidden behind being able to do such a thing in such a public place.

Officer Meguro frowned and continued to play the surveillance video. The time on the screen quickly flowed to the moment when the president took out a drink from the waiter's tray. drink and leave the lobby.

"That drink was the only food the victim touched at the scene."

Conan muttered as he tiptoed on the seat.

"Hey, you bastard, why are you obstructing the official business again!" Mao Li grabbed Conan by the back collar and pulled him off the chair.

"Takagi, check all the cups used on site for poison reactions."

"Officer, all the used cups have been sent to the back kitchen more than ten minutes ago. Now they have been cleaned and disinfected, and it is difficult to identify them." After a long while, Takagi walked in from the door after listening to the report, and looked at the eyes with some embarrassment. Officer Mu whispered.

"What?" Police Officer Mumu's expression was not very good.

"There was news from the hospital that the victim was poisoned by dichloroethane."

"It's very simple!" Mori Kogoro shouted loudly, "The murderer put the poison in the wine glass, and then deliberately let the victim get the glass of wine he poisoned, yes, that's it! In that case, the most suspicious person is the waiter! Because only he can control who takes which cup."

"This possibility is not ruled out." Police Officer Meguro nodded solemnly, "But the murderer may also be hiding among the guests, because they can take the opportunity to take the wine and pour the poison into a specific wine glass. Now, take everything from this tray. Everyone who had taken drinks inside was called to the monitoring room."

The interior of the monitoring room still maintains the same style as the entire castle, with patterns of different shades appearing on the brown wooden floor, but compared to the carefully decorated corridors and banquet halls, this room is more spacious and simple.

One wall is specially reserved for screen projection, and the huge screens covering the entire wall are emitting a faint fluorescent light.In front of this wall, there are several rows of long tables on which more than a dozen computers are neatly stacked, which are the positions of the staff who are usually responsible for monitoring.

At this time, all the computers were transferred to other tables, and there were more than a dozen people sitting at this long table.The suspect who was called had his eyes more or less wandering, looking at the sitting or standing policeman uneasily.

And those who are extremely calm or offline are particularly eye-catching and abrupt, especially the police officer who forcibly squeezed away the police officer who was sitting at the head of the long table, crossed his hands and stared back and forth with an indescribable deep gaze. A black-haired boy who looks at everyone.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore.

A lady dressed in a dress and a fur waistcoat tapped the table with her fingers covered in red nail polish and asked, "Mr. Police Officer, what is the purpose of bringing us here?"

"Be safe, ma'am." Police Officer Meguro pulled the brim of the dome hat calmly, "To tell you the truth, a vicious injury happened here, and our police need to investigate the murderer. Tell me about your identities and what you did between seven and eight o'clock."

Several guests were ruled out of suspicion after explaining their actions at the time of the incident uneasily and their perfect alibi.

"The most powerful detective in the world—that's right, it's me—Edogawa Ranpo." A young and extremely proud male voice sounded, Ranbu squinted his eyes and shook his legs, and glanced at the scene with meaning The two detectives who lived, "By the way, they are reasoning writers by profession."

When Xiaolan heard "Edogawa" subconsciously glanced at Conan, she murmured, "What a coincidence, Conan also has this surname?"

"!"

Conan swallowed guiltily.

Could it be a coincidence?His surname came from that great writer!

"Of course, it's much better than some low-level third-rate detectives who have no reasoning ability at all." Edogawa Ranpo mocked in a naive tone.

Mori Kogoro felt offended: "?"

Conan felt that he was attacked by the map cannon: "?"

Mori Kogoro was a little annoyed, "An unknown reasoner——If you ask me, this kind of profession can't even reach the edge of a detective! They are just low-level people who can only fantasize and talk on paper."

"...Dad!" Xiaolan smiled apologetically at Ranbu, and pushed Maoli, who was jumping, with her hands. She whispered, "Mr. Edogawa is a very famous writer!"

This kind of remark offended not only Mr. Edogawa present, but also a group of excellent writers with real talents and knowledge. There is also a reporter here. If it is published by the newspaper, it will have a great reputation. damaging.What's more, Shinichi's father is also a leading reasoner.

Conan looked at the "world's number one detective" calmly, and he couldn't stop complaining in his heart. This was probably the first time he felt the same hatred as that unreliable uncle.

——Is there a mistake?

He is a high school student detective who has assisted the police in solving countless cases, even the high school student detective who is called "Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era" and "the savior of the Japanese police" by the newspapers dare not call themselves the most powerful detective in the world. This person's tone Is it too arrogant?

"Alright, alright."

Officer Meguro saw that the eyes of several people were not friendly, so he quickly interrupted their conversation, "Mr. Edogawa, now you are a suspect in this malicious wounding case, and you are not a detective who was invited to assist in solving the case. Start a quarrel."

"Brother Ranpo, why were you invited to the banquet?" Conan pushed his reflective glasses and asked in a cute child's voice.

"Really, why am I sitting here to be questioned by a group of idiots and brats?" Luanbu sighed pretentiously, "Why can't I even come to a banquet where idiots can come?"

"You bastard?!" Mori Kogoro burst out with blue veins on his forehead.

"Okay, Brother Maori, calm down too."

Mugure patted Mori's shoulder reassuringly, then turned to look at Edogawa Ranpo seriously.

"It's really incomprehensible to ask for something that can be seen at a glance." Ranbu muttered, "Well, it's the invitation letter from Dazai."

"Dazai?"

Everyone present basically knew the well-known film and television actor Osamu Dazai, and Takagi couldn't help asking, "Do you know each other?"

Dazai smiled, "That's right, we are alumni we met at Yokohama Marine University."

"Hey—" someone exclaimed.

This is big news!

If the reporter is in this room, he must be shaking with excitement.There is actually an unknown past between a well-known writer and an actor. Such an exclusive report will definitely attract a lot of attention!

"How? As far as I know, the age difference between you doesn't seem to be small, right? Did you know each other in the school club?" Police Officer Megure was a little surprised.

"At that time, Mr. Ranpo was the president of the Literary Club of Yokohama Ocean University. I was a newcomer who was drawn into the club by him. And there were many members of the Literary Club present. They were all seniors and juniors who had a good relationship with me. I Because he is an entertainer brought by President Suwabe, he was lucky enough to get several invitation letters. They all came here after receiving the invitation letter from me. It can be regarded as a rare party~ " Dazai added with a grin.

This is the information he found in his wallet, a photo of the Literary Club of Yokohama Ocean University.

"!"

Conan scanned the suspects at the scene in surprise.There are actually members of the literary club who came out of the same university hidden here?It's definitely not easy here.

"Who else?"

"In addition to Mr. Ranpo, there is also Oda Saku who is the same age as him. He is also a writer who came out of a literary club. The other is this Nakahara Chuya-kun. He is a member of the literary club of the same class as me~ But he didn't Accept my invitation letter, because he himself works in this hotel." Dazai introduced it in a very serious manner, and Zhong also snorted coldly when he was mentioned.

Although there are quite a few people with the same name in Japan, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, and Nakahara Chu are all gathered in the same literary club. Isn’t this too coincidental? !

This is simply a scene that has transcended the times!If it weren't for the fact that they looked different from the historical figures, he would have doubted whether these people were the real masters of literature!

Takagi twitched his mouth as he looked at the name he registered in the record book.

Shouldn't we wait for another great writer? !

"What about you, this... Qi Mu boy?"

Officer Mu Mu glanced at Guang Zhouyou in the middle, and couldn't help but think of the oolong just now.

Feeling bad, he made a quick decision and decided to use tactics to avoid the eager eyes of the other party, and turned his fat head towards the silent pink-haired waiter with a speed so fast that it could produce afterimages.

Qimu Nanxiong: "..."

Yeah, yeah, what if I don't want to speak.