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"His name is Koguri Chongtaro."

When Secretary Fujimoto said the name, Conan felt something was wrong. Based on the detective's intuition, he thought Fujimotogawa had lied.

But what was it that he had overlooked?Conan was still thinking, and he was short of an opportunity to discover key clues before he could figure it out.

At this moment, Luanbu put on his black-rimmed glasses, and a green light flashed in the mirror.

"The thief of the Suzuki mansion is you—Secretary Fujimoto."

Easily solved the problem.

Fujimoto Chuan's heart tightened, and then he thought that he would not be discovered no matter what, so he became more confident, and immediately retorted: "Do you have any evidence for what you say? Mr. Edogawa, I respect you as a detective, but it's okay if you speak up." To show evidence."

Thanks to Ranpo, Mori Kogoro was spared the experience of being anesthetized by Conan.

Luanbu pushed his glasses, and smiled confidently: "You are approaching retirement, and your work efficiency is gradually declining. Even Mr. Suzuki's important overseas trip did not take you with you. The sudden recruitment of an assistant by the company made you feel uncomfortable. Care more."

"You are very worried about your position being replaced. You feel that when you are young, you are a capable person in the company, but when you are old, you are disliked by your boss. Naturally, you are dissatisfied."

Secretary Fujimoto was disdainful: "There is no evidence for these, right? It's all your conjecture."

Luanbu waved his hands: "It's not a guess, it's a reasonable guess."

"Although the newly recruited assistant is contributing to this incident, you are definitely the mastermind."

Luanbu immediately felt that the case was meaningless: "You said that the assistant saw the news at the Yokohama auction, but the Yokohama auction happened to be bombed during that time."

What's more unfortunate is that at that time, a consignment of Ranpo was near the auction house, and he happened to witness the whole process of being bombed with his own eyes.

Conan instantly understood that the point that he had overlooked was this—the auction in Yokohama has not reopened until now, so how could it be possible to promote it vigorously during the renovation process?

Fujimoto lied.

If Suzuki Shiro hadn't listened to his friend's suggestion and hired Butei on a whim, Fujimoto's lies would have been almost flawless.

Thanks to the particularity of Yokohama, at least three buildings were bombed in a week, and it is difficult for outsiders to know the specific situation of Yokohama.

Without the locals from Yokohama, at least Fujimoto's lies would not be exposed as soon as they were uttered.

Fujimoto was a little flustered: "It's because I didn't remember clearly. I'm getting old and my memory is not good enough?"

"More than that, I learned that Mr. Suzuki asked you to show us around. There is no one in the whole house. It is rare to get the opportunity to enter the house alone. You should come early this morning." Ranpo didn't bother to speak anymore, and motioned for Conan to come on stage.

Fujimoto still refused to admit it, and before he could refute, Conan pointed to Fujimoto's cuff and asked, "Uncle, why are you torn here?"

The suit that Fujimoto wears is well-fitting and exquisite, and he is obviously a person who cares about his image.

But there is a tiny break on the right cuff.

Conan is short, and when he raised his head, he just noticed the weirdness of Fujimoto's sleeve.

"This looks like when we were in handicraft class at school, the clothes were accidentally torn by needles."

Mori Kogoro showed a suddenly realized expression: "The fishing line we found yesterday!"

Yesterday, Conan and his team found a pile of fishing lines in the corner, and based on various traces, they found a way for the gems to disappear in full view.

The person who stole the jewel entangled the jewel with a fishing line, quickly pulled it to the top of the second floor, and then nailed it to the wall with a special mechanism, that is, a few thin needles. The hideout between the first and third floors.

Because of the fine design of Suzuki's house, there are detailed reliefs between each floor, and these reliefs form a visual blind spot, which becomes the so-called hidden place.

"But yesterday we didn't find any gemstones on the ceiling of the second floor. Butler Matsui, who checked with a diaper, couldn't see the fine needles because of his poor eyesight, so we couldn't judge yesterday."

Kogoro Mori also understood such a simple modus operandi, and Fujimotogawa could no longer quibble. He knelt down on the floor and confessed to his mistakes.

"I can still do things. Why should I retire early? I followed the master to conquer half of the Suzuki Group. Now my credit is not counted?"

Compared with Secretary Fujimoto who has been making mistakes recently, other people in the company will understand him emotionally, but as far as work is concerned, they will still prefer the new assistant, Mr. Koguri Kotaro.

There are more and more discussions behind other people in the company, and Suzuki Shiro's original good intention to let him retire early and enjoy the benefits has also become disgust in his eyes.

Fujimotogawa began to trouble Oguri Shutaro with nothing to do. The assistant, who had seen through everything, didn't care. Instead, he smiled and said, "If Mr. Fujimoto has any troubles or dissatisfaction, I can help."

Seduced step by step, Fujimotogawa went from unbelief at the beginning to making up his mind to take a gamble, and finally he took the initiative to get into the trap set by Shutaro Oguri.

On the first day of the implementation of the plan, Koguri Chutaro gave Fujimoto a jewelry box.

"It's a gem brought over from Yokohama, and its abilities are fantastic."

Fujimoto didn't notice that his smile was a bit weird.

Knowing the whole story from Fujimoto, Gojo Satoru couldn't understand the mood of this kind of person: "Maybe this is dedication~"

Wouldn't it be nice to retire early?

With Ranpo's contribution, Kunikida and Dazai's trip is entirely by paddling at public expense.

When the police came to arrest Fujimoto Chuan, what did Natsume think of: "By the way, why did Fujimoto take the gem away? And in the end, the location of the gem is also in a place that ordinary people can't get in at all."

Gojo Satoru used his magic power to get the gem out of the wall yesterday.

Rather than being hidden by someone, the gem is more like hiding in it by itself.

Luanbu said: "Because this case is just a small part of a conspiracy."

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yokohama: "Someone used supernatural powers or other abilities to completely eliminate the evidence about Koguri Futaro in this case."

This case was Oguri Kotaro's provocation to Ranpo, which completely aroused Ranpo's desire to win.

Koguri Shutaro opened the door and said to the people sitting in the room: "Temporarily divert most of Butei's attention to Tokyo."

"Thank you for your hard work. The layout of Yokohama has also been completed smoothly."

In the open tea room, a man dressed as a monk with a long suture on his forehead had just made tea. After taking a sip in a good mood, he greeted Koguri Shutaro with a smile.

The man sitting on the sofa wore a woolen cap, and the blood from his fingers dripped into the coffee cup.

Most of the blood in the cup has accumulated.

"Malicious feedback from human beings, I am looking forward to seeing what Mr. Xia You said."

The man in the tea room put down his teacup: "Of course."

"I will give Yokohama a big gift on October 10."

Dazai lay beside him, looking at Ranbu, he was rarely motivated to fight: "Well, it's really rare."

Natsume looked out the window. The watchtower of the juvenile prison in the distance was very tall, and the overall color was also gray, which stood out from the beautiful scenery outside the window.

In a way, he really can't understand the taste of rich families.

and many more.

Natsume thought he was dazzled at first, but when he looked carefully, he did see the black mark gradually climbing to the watchtower.

"Mr. Gojo, what is that?"

As soon as Natsume asked for the exit, he saw a police car and a black car speeding towards the gate from a distance.

Is the efficiency of the Tokyo Police Department so high?The police came within 5 minutes?

After Kunikida helped open the gate, several policemen and a man in a special uniform got out of the car.

The uniformed man took out a certificate to them: "Hello, there are suspected facilities in the juvenile detention center that have been poisoned, which poses a huge security risk. All residents within 500 meters of the juvenile detention center must be forced to evacuate."

Not for Fujimoto at all.

The young assistant supervisor had just finished speaking seriously, and his expression collapsed.

He didn't expect to see Gojo Satoru here - the devil who likes to oppress people!

The assistant supervisor was startled, and quickly asked: "Mr. Wutiao, are you here to carry out your mission?" He looked around, there were too many irrelevant people present, and he didn't tell the real situation of the juvenile prison.

"Yes."

The situation was urgent, the others were taken away first, Gojo Satoru took Xia Yan to the juvenile detention center.

A Dazai who didn't know what he wanted to do was also followed in the car.

The assistant supervisor didn't know Natsume and Dazai, and Gojo Satoru asked him to explain the situation, and he was constantly entangled in his heart.

Cannot reveal anything to non-conjurers.

The young auxiliary supervisor is in a dilemma, and he admires Yijizhi, who has the most contact with Gojo Satoru in the auxiliary supervisor.

Senior Yizhi, save me!

"It's ok."

Natsume saw the embarrassment of the assistant supervisor, and helped him out: "I am a new teacher at the high school, and Dazai is a member of the Yokohama Armed Detective Agency, so don't worry about exposing the curse."

That's it, the assistant supervisor sighed, and said with confidence: "A few minutes ago, the window confirmed the curse fetus in the juvenile prison, and the conjurer sent has not come yet, and we are doing evacuation work."

"If the curse fetus is fully developed, it will become a super-level curse spirit. Originally, Mr. Gojo couldn't dispatch a magician of the same level at the mission headquarters for the time being. I didn't expect to be so lucky this time, and I happened to meet you."

Since Gojo Satoru appeared on the stage, all problems were solved.

Natsume was a little curious: "If Mr. Gojo is not here, what should we do if there is no conjurer of the same level?"

"This time is a special situation, but something is going on, and it can only be temporarily handled by a low-level magician."

Bullshit!

Natsume found it inconceivable: "What's the difference between letting a magician with a huge difference in strength come over and sending him to death?"

The assistant supervisor shook his head: "We won't let conjurers who are too far behind come over. If Mr. Gojo doesn't come, there is a high probability that we will dispatch conjurers of level one or above from other places."

"Even if a first-level conjurer can't beat him, he can still retreat."

As long as he is still alive, he can find someone to treat him with nitrous.

Arrived at the place, the assistant supervisor stopped the car, and before getting out of the car, Natsume saw three familiar faces standing in front of the juvenile prison.

"This is the first-level magician you said?"

Standing in front of them were three people, Fu Heihui. Among them, Polygonum cuspidatum had been an ordinary person before, and it has only been in school for two weeks now.

Obviously trying to kill Polygonum cuspidatum with a difficult task.

As long as the two-faced Su Nuo can die, what does it matter if a few students are sacrificed?

Mr. Cat lay on the shoulder of the knotweed, looking at the man with glasses seriously in front of him.

"Mr. Gojo, is this also the 'simple, insightful task' you mentioned the day before yesterday?"

Natsume was expressionless, rarely angry, his eyes were cold.

He saw too many dirty tricks, and as soon as the assistant supervisor's words turned in his mind, he guessed all the calculations of the spell.

Natsume didn't suspect that Gojo Satoru was lying, but he was a little angry at his negligence, and the more anger was directed at the group of rubbish that should have been in the coffin in the magic society.

It also reminded me of the group of people in Yinyang Liao.

"The old immortals who have been in power for too long are somewhat sick."

Natsume seldom said such blunt words.