How I was forced to be a boss

Inexplicably, I felt both sympathy and admiration for this troublemaker.

After all, there are really not many people who can make trouble under the noses of these people.

Since there are professionals present, I think I just need to wait with peace of mind.

Everyone gathered in the study room of the hotel, but it seemed that only the people in the hotel looked unhappy.

This is also normal.

Compared with the big scenes those few people had seen, this might really be nothing.

For everyone in the hotel, this kind of thing happened, not only the loss of family members, but also the possibility that the hotel will fall into depression, and even the future will become a problem.

Because I saw a "Japanese-English Dictionary" spread out on the desk, I became curious about the content of the owner.

So I walked around the desk and walked to the bookshelf. When I saw these books, I suddenly missed Mr. Ranpo and Mr. Poe very much.

If these two were there, the murderer would be caught in minutes.

But with this high school student detective, shouldn't there be much difference?

For a profession like detective, I still respect it from the bottom of my heart. Rather, I respect all people with good minds.

The study room is filled with all kinds of books. It seems that the owner really likes to read.

I have a high affinity for people who like to read.

"Is this Mr. Hosomasa Murao using it?" I asked curiously.

"Everyone is using it, and they will choose to sit here for a while when they are free." Mrs. Murao replied tiredly and haggardly.

"Only Xizheng didn't come here very often. He didn't like reading since he was a child." Maeda Katsuki added casually.

"That's it."

Fingers slid across the spine of the book one by one, and the titles of the books on the shelf were printed in my mind.

"Ancient Matters", "Nihon Shoki", "Sacred Kingdom Japan", "Peace Japan"...

Mostly books on theology and history.

"Why is this happening!"

As if she finally came to her senses, the pale young woman sat on the side with a weak face and shouted in panic, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

This is Masaki Rei, the girlfriend of the deceased Murao Hosomasa, and it is said that she has reached the point where she is going to talk about marriage.

"Why did Ah Zheng! Want to commit suicide?"

"It's not suicide." After staring at Mrs. Mitsuo for a while, Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

"What? You strange fellow, what nonsense are you talking about!" Mrs. Mitsuo yelled at Osamu Dazai excitedly.

"When it comes to suicide, I know it very well!" Dazai answered this question with a cheerful voice.

"After all, I have tried many times."

"If it was that kind of suicide method, there would be no such posture with the gun hanging by the side."

Because I didn't see it, I don't know how Murao Hosomasa died.

Mr. Sawada next to me was probably too puzzled seeing my expression, so he made a gesture of pointing his finger at his open mouth like a gun.

"Just kneeling in the hall, with his hands hanging by his sides, and a gun in his right hand."

I froze for a moment.

Kneeling in the lobby?

"You actually know about suicide! If Xizheng didn't commit suicide, it must be you, a pervert!" Mrs. Sanwei looked like she was about to collapse.

"Garbage, trash like you who only knows suicide..."

Seeing Mrs. Mitsuo talking too much, I was a little angry.

"Bite people like a crazy dog ​​so casually, Mrs. Three Tails, you look more like the person who committed the crime."

I stared into her eyes and said softly, "Do you still remember? The blood flowed out of your body unstoppably, and that bright red viscous feeling flowed under your feet and stuck to your hands. No matter how you wash it with clean water, the skin of your hands will be broken, the lingering feeling of adhesion and the faint smell of blood will still accompany you."

"There is also the sound of drinking from the throat of the deceased before he died. Does it still seem to be in your ears when you close your eyes?"

"Ah! That's right! And most importantly, those bloodshot eyes full of disbelief and infinite horror, you..."

"teacher!"

Tsunayoshi Sawada stopped me sharply.

I pause.

There was silence.Everyone fell silent.

Mrs. Sanwei looked at me, her eyes full of horror, and she took two steps back.

Even Masaki-san stopped sobbing, her face turned pale again, and she clasped her hands subconsciously in a prayer posture.

!I pursed my lips.

"Feel sorry."

There was a warm feeling on the shoulder, it was Osamu Dazai's hand, he looked at me, smiled at me comfortingly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes became sharp, "Yeah, you can't provoke me casually." Is the person who should be provoked ready to accept revenge?"

"Mr. Dazai."

Only Tsunayoshi Sawada dared to speak under Osamu Dazai's aura.

He called Dazai Osamu with a face full of headaches, and then turned his gaze to me, "I'm sorry, Teacher, but here are ordinary people, even if you get angry again..." He lowered his voice, and put a smile on his lips. With a wry smile, he seemed a bit lacking in confidence when he spoke, "Even if you get angry again, please restrain yourself a little bit."

"……I see."

Not only the high-ranking Pengelie who spoke, almost everyone around him became nervous.

To be so afraid of that girl...

What is the identity of that person?

"Hey! Is it you! We were all fine before! Until you came, there was a murder immediately, and the murderer must be one of you!" With yellow hair, he looked like he was pointing at Zetian Tsuna On Ji's side is Mrs. Murao's nephew, Hoigawa, 23 years old, currently a poor college student.

Even if he didn't leave his mobile phone when he was talking, he looked like a young man with Internet addiction.

"What! Even though he has gone to college, he will be expelled if his academic performance is poor, and he always looks down on others in the end." Maeda Katsura muttered dissatisfied in a low voice.

Pulled back by Hoi's voice, Kudo Shinichi explained, "I was the last one to enter the hot spring. Before that, all the guests were already in the hot spring."

Speaking of this, Kudo Shinichi also felt a little speechless.

So it shows that the most dangerous people have already gathered together, why is there still a homicide!

"And I greeted Mrs. Murao when I entered. There was nothing in the hall at that time, right?"

After sorting out his mood, Kudo Shinichi reconfirmed to Mrs. Murao.

Mrs. Murao definitely nodded!head.

"Within an hour after this, all the guests were in the hot spring, we can all testify to each other, until Miss Masaki's screams drew everyone here."

"Now, all connections leading to the mountain have been blocked. In other words, the murderer still has unfinished business and may continue to commit crimes."

"And the murderer," Kudo Shin put his hands in his pockets, and glanced at the several people in the hotel one by one, "is among you."

"Maeda and Sano both grew up watching Hoshimasa. Although there are some small conflicts on weekdays, it is not possible to do such a thing suddenly after so many years; Possibly; Achuan and Xizheng have had a good relationship since childhood, and I am Xizheng's mother, neither of us would have any reason to murder Xizheng!"

This is true, but if you take the time to look carefully, you may not find the loophole.

Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood right now.

"I want to go to rest." I looked at Osamu Dazai, feeling a little wronged.

Nodding, when I was about to leave, Mao Lilan stopped me, "Miss Kitano, would you like to come and live with us? It doesn't seem safe for you to be alone."

"That's right, Lan is the champion of the National Karate Competition!" Suzuki Sonoko echoed.

I softened my expression, thought for a while, and shook my head to reject their kindness.

"It's okay, I will lock the door. Although Mr. Dazai and Mr. Sawada do not live on the same floor as me, they are not far from me. If something happens, they will come here soon."

"Since this is the case, everyone should be tired. Why don't you take a rest today. When tomorrow dawns, the boss who will deliver vegetables to the hotel on time will come. If he finds a broken bridge, he will definitely call the maintenance team. Let's try not tonight If you act alone, you should be fine." Despite what happened just now, the proprietress still managed to cheer herself up and arrange everyone.

This idea was shared by all.

"So, are you really angry?"

On the way back to the room, Osamu Dazai asked quietly!sentence.

"I'm really angry."

"Sure enough, the sense of territory is very strong." He stretched his voice.

"Using this kind of rhetoric to describe a beast..." I don't know where to start complaining.

"Then enjoy the quiet night, Aji." I told him with a smile.

He stretched out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on my clothes and replied with a smile, "It's very dangerous at night, so be careful."

As the paper door was closed, Osamu Dazai stood in front of the door for a while, and then left.

At the corner of the corridor, a black shadow flashed away

After everyone left, there were only a few people from Pengelie left in the study.

Hibari Kyouya was not interested in these things and went back early.

Sawada Tsunayoshi got up and walked to the window, looking at the dark forest in the distance, as if something was attracting people to walk over it, and then it was swallowed by the hidden shadows.

"She won't."

As soon as I got back to my room I felt sleepy.

Soaking in a hot spring is, after all, a physical activity.

I fell asleep for a while, half dreaming and half awake, when a light knock on the door woke me up.

When I opened the door with sleepy eyes, I was startled by the person kneeling at the door.

It was Mrs. Sanwei, with disheveled hair and dull eyes. Although she still had such an acrid face, there was an inexplicably deep and extremely mournful silence at this moment.

She lowered her head, and there was a tray beside her. On the tray was a small bowl of rather good-looking hot soup that was still steaming a bit.

"Sorry, Miss Kitano, I was too scared just now, so what I said may have been too much. I came here this time to apologize to you, and I hope you will not be angry again."

It was still a little cold in the mountains in summer, I stretched out my hand to wrap my coat tightly, and when I heard Mrs. Three-tailed's words, I raised my hand to cover my lips and smiled again.

"I can understand your fear. It's understandable that people you know will lose their minds if they die in front of you."

Putting down my hand, I said softly to her, "I hope you don't mind my offense."