Overwhelming the days when Dazai-kun lived a hundred years

Hearing Ranpo's words, Kunikida stopped turning around and his face gradually turned pale.

Diplomatic authority, these four words are very simple, but the meaning behind them is chilling.

Diplomatic authority specifically refers to the special immunity of foreign affairs personnel. Because Yokohama is a chaotic zone, it has a special existence similar to a concession, and there are a large number of personnel with so-called diplomatic immunity.

Some of these people are so-called foreign affairs staff, and some are simply intelligence personnel.

It can be said that once these four words are connected, basically the matters involved will be raised from the basic non-governmental level to the national level.

"Ranpo, are you sure?" Fukuzawa Yukichi's tone was a little dignified, he did not expect such a thing to happen at this special time.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't speak, but opened his green eyes, and looked at Fukuzawa Mikichi firmly, and this look also made the other party's expression more solemn.

Fukuzawa Yukichi picked up the long knife on the knife holder on the right side of his desk and walked towards the door.

Kunikida Doppo and Edogawa Ranpo followed the president and walked towards the hotel where the accident happened.

The Yokohama Hotel is located on the inner side of the Yokohama Port, and you can overlook the entire Yokohama Port directly from the windows of the building.

It can be said that apart from the five iconic port buildings, this is the highest place in Yokohama, but today the quiet Yokohama Hotel seems to have been dropped a depth bomb.

The manager of the lobby looked at the military police who quickly surrounded the place with a panicked face. Bean-sized sweat dripped drop by drop on his round cheeks like a potato.

Fukuchi Sakura strode into the hotel, his eyes were sharp and his face was serious, looking at the hotel manager who was already distracted, his eyes were full of scrutiny.

"Where is the room where the accident happened? I'll take a look." Fukuchi Sakura was confused.He didn't have the heart to comfort the hotel manager who was about to collapse, he just wanted to know what happened, why did the former ambassador die here?

The hotel manager's eyes were blank. He looked at Fukuji Sakura for a long time before he seemed to realize it. He nodded hurriedly and pointed to the screen facing the hotel entrance.

"It's just...inside."

Fukuchi Sakura was taken aback by what the hotel manager said, and he looked at the other party suspiciously: "The other party died in the lobby?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the hotel manager to answer, he walked towards the screen and turned in, and saw a corpse lying behind the screen.

However, the strange thing was that the other party didn't have any bloodstains, no matter whether it was on his face or under his body, it could be seen from the pale face of the other party that the cause of death of the other party was blood loss.

Fukuchi Sakurachi ended up wearing the gloves handed over by his hand, and he squatted down to examine the corpse carefully.

The former ambassador has a standard Western face for immigrants. He has a thin figure and his blond hair is meticulously combed behind his head, and traces of hair oil can be seen.

He was wearing a silver-gray suit, and the dark red tie was tied meticulously. It was matched with a tie clip with a sapphire on it. The cuffs of the suit were made of special French cufflinks. The material should be the same gemstone as the tie clip.

From his clothes, it can be known that he is a nobleman who pays great attention to his own appearance, and this recognition makes Fukuji Sakurachi even more irritable.

Not only was he a former ambassador, but he was also a nobleman. This was a double blow. He could already imagine how those people in the parliament were arguing endlessly.

He carefully inspected the surface of the corpse, and found that there were no wounds on it, not even any bleeding spots on the whole body. He could also find that the other person's body was elastic and soft when he lifted the corpse's arm.

"When did you find the deceased?" Fukuchi Sakura turned around and asked the lobby manager beside him.

The lobby manager thought about it, then turned his head and pulled out a woman who had been shrinking behind him, and pushed him in front of Fukuchi Sakurachi.

"She was on duty today, and she was the one who first discovered the master's body."

"I... I found it at noon." The receptionist flinched a little, pointing to the corpse and said, "Because we don't pay much attention to it in normal times, so we don't know exactly when he appeared. .”

The layout of the Yokohama Hotel is a bit strange. The whole looks like a huge ring, and this screen is in the center of the ring.

The reception desk for formalities is on the left side of the ring, and it is impossible to directly notice the situation inside from the reception desk.

Fukuchi Sakura nodded, and asked the front desk again: "Has the ambassador contacted anyone in the past few days?"

The front desk looked at the hotel manager subconsciously for a moment, and the manager immediately nodded when he heard Fukuchi Sakura's question: "The ambassador checked in three days ago, our hotel is a five-star hotel, and we don't accept guests without reservations, so every Every guest who comes to the hotel is well documented, including their visitors."

While talking, the hotel manager fetched the record book at the front desk of the fitting. Then he pointed to the record and said that the ambassador lived on the 25th floor before, so this is where all the relevant visit records on the 25th floor are here.

Fukuchi Sakurachi took the record and flipped through it twice, then asked casually: "Do you, Chief Mori, know about this?"

Hearing these words, the hotel manager's pupils trembled instantly, and he looked at Fukuchi Sakurachi with astonishment.

It seemed that he couldn't believe that the other party would say such a thing, but he calmed down instantly, and said with a dry smile, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Fukuchi Sakurachi didn't care about the strangeness of the hotel manager at all, still lowered his head and slowly flipped through the relevant records of the hotel, and then said silently:

"You go to the door to pick it up, the detectives from the Armed Detective Agency should arrive soon.

Oh, by the way, don't forget to tell your leaders that if this matter is not handled properly, it will be an international dispute. "

The hotel manager didn't dare to talk to him at all this time. He turned around and ran quickly to the door, as if he wanted to meet the people from the Armed Detective Agency.

……

Sure enough, within a few minutes after he left the gate, he saw a black car parked at the gate.

A silver-haired middle-aged man came down, his face was grim and serious.With a sharp edge like a blade on his body, he holds a katana loosely in his hand.

Not daring to meet the other party's gaze, the hotel manager immediately shifted his gaze to the boy who came down behind him.

It was a teenager who looked like he was only in his teens. His height should be about 1 meters. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he looked very cute.

He was wearing a brown detective suit, which seemed to be because he got out of the car. The detective hat on his head was slightly shifted, and he adjusted it for himself impatiently.

"Fukuchi Sakura asked you to pick up a detective." The boy looked the hotel manager up and down, and then said.

The hotel manager was stunned, his eyes a little unbelievable, what kind of monsters are these?

"Well, indeed, I...is Master Fudi, I came to pick you up." The hotel manager was already a little incoherent.

While the few people were talking, Kunikida had already parked the car, and he walked quickly behind Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Let's go." Edogawa, who had been walking at the door, saw Kunikida approaching and called the hotel manager to lead him the way.

The dazed hotel manager looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi dully. After getting the other party's affirmation, he immediately led several people to the corpse.

"Fukuji." Looking at Fukuji Sakurachi who was playing with the corpse, Fukuzawa Mikichi's eyes became complicated.

"Leave this to your famous detective to take a look. I haven't found any clues so far." Fukuchi Sakura was mad.The expression was a little cold, and the eyes he looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi were obviously full of dissatisfaction.

It's just that if you have a discerning eye, you can see that these dissatisfactions carry deep recognition.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded, motioning Jianghuchuan to wander around to see how the corpse was.

He walked towards Fudi Yingchi and stood side by side with him, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, he said: "Long time no see."

Fukuchi Sakura snorted coldly: "We are no longer colleagues, so naturally we are busy with our own business."

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't care when he heard the other party's difficult words, after all, Fukuchi Sakurachi has always been like this in front of outsiders.

He and Fukuji Sakurachi used to be colleagues, and the relationship between the two can even be said to be pretty good, but later Fukuji Sakurachi was very dissatisfied with his behavior of retiring, and the two gradually drifted apart.

He was just in charge of making predictions. What he didn't expect was that although he thought Voldiying was a bit extreme in some places at the beginning, he didn't expect him to grow into something similar to the black hand behind the scenes.

Thinking of the relevant information Ranpo reported to him, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that he might never have known this colleague.

"I hope your little detective can find the murderer who killed the other party, otherwise Yokohama will be in trouble again."

What Fukuji Sakurachi didn't say was that if Ranpo Edogawa couldn't find the murderer, then he had to think of a way to arrange someone from an enemy country or a foreign country to be the murderer, otherwise Yokohama would be under tremendous pressure or even crisis.

However, although he didn't explain it, it didn't mean that he was responsible and didn't understand the inside story. His eyes became more complicated. The original Fukuchi Sakurachi, who was positive, full of ideals and wanted to change the world, had disappeared at some point.

Although Fukuchi Sakurachi felt that today's Silver Wolf was a bit weird, his attention was still focused on the dead ambassador, so he didn't think too much about it.

He ignored Fukuzawa Yukichi, and instead focused all his attention on Edogawa Ranpo who was examining the corpse.

Fukuzawa and Ji really protect this rare person with supernatural powers tightly. It can be said that they are all-round protection by completely hugging each other in their arms.

Also because of this, Fukuji Sakurachi had no chance at all to test the extent of Edogawa Ranpo's mind ability?

This time, I just took this opportunity to explore the opponent's strength. If the super reasoning is really so magical, maybe in order to prevent the opponent from messing with me, it is better to start in advance.

Ranpo Edogawa, who was looking at the corpse left and right, felt that there seemed to be malicious attacks. He opened his green eyes and thought for a while, then took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on.

"Extraordinary ability super reasoning."

The author has something to say:

Wrong time for saving manuscript today. . .

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