How to start Meursault

After Hejian received the text message, he wandered leisurely back to Yushan Tatsuya.

Of course, his gaze was always resting lightly on Edogawa Conan.

When the elementary school student detective noticed someone sneaking back into the building and followed closely behind, He Jian looked away and turned to look at Yushan.

——Since Conan-kun didn't ask the police to rush to lay the air mattress before following up, he probably didn't realize what the lady was going upstairs to do, and maybe he thought the other party was planning to destroy some evidence.

No, it should be said that she really wanted to destroy a piece of evidence by the way.

He Jian evoked an imperceptible smile.

"You..." Yu Shan frowned and uttered a few words vaguely, then stopped again.

Although he was very anxious, he couldn't directly ask He Jian about the progress of the case. Seeing the young detective looking confident, he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, and let him believe that He Jian could solve the case as soon as possible.

It's just that because Yushan has been watching He Jian's every move, he naturally also saw him staring at Edogawa Conan, a strange child-but he didn't notice that a woman walked into the building.

Yu Shan thought about it, and decided to ask something.

"Why do you keep looking at that kid? Shouldn't you discuss with that sleeping Kogoro if you want to solve the case?"

Hearing this, He Jian raised his head and glanced in the direction of the roof before answering.

"Conan-kun is also a very good detective, and—" He Jian showed a meaningful smile, "He is helping to solve the case."

Yu Shan's expression blurred for a moment because of this smile.

The ferocity and insidiousness with which he had always disguised himself were overwhelmed by a strong sense of foreboding.

"What do you mean?" Yu Shan asked with narrowed eyes.

He exhausted all his self-control to speak slowly.

The young detective looked up at the roof again, and brushed away the broken hair with his left hand.

"Our murderer is on the roof." He Jian said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I think Mr. Conan will probably make her firmer."

It took Yu Shan half a minute to understand the meaning of He Jian's words.At that moment, he felt the urge to grab the smiling young bastard by the collar.

But at last he just convulsively twitched the little finger of his left hand.

——Even if he grabbed He Jian by the collar, he couldn't do anything else.

So Yushan also raised his head to look at the roof of the building.

After another 5 minutes, the second person of the day fell from the roof of this building.

Basically just fall in the same spot as the previous dead one.

Because they fell from the same height, the two corpses were naturally shattered to pieces, and they were equally terrifying.

Brains splattered and blood flowed horizontally.Different from Sanmo Wenhui, beside this black-haired female corpse, there was a shattered mobile phone.

And almost the second after the brunette fell, He Jian's phone screen lit up - he received another text message.

The young detective clicked on it to take a look, then turned off the phone, turned around and shrugged towards Yushan, and spread his hands again.

—he was telling me the case was solved.

Yu Shan almost suffocated to understand what He Jian meant.

He blinked his eyes slowly, and then said in a tone between rage and coldness: "Then do you still want to join in the fun here?"

After Yushan was stared at by the people around him again tonight because of his profane speech, the young detective took a deep look at him with a look of 'what should I do with you'.

Then he smiled and replied: "Please wait for me a little longer, Conan-kun and I still have a few words to say."

When Conan returned downstairs, he was immediately surrounded by Mori Ran and Mori Kogoro.

After Fu Chuan Chie took a step back and fell from the rooftop, he waited silently for a few minutes until a policeman caught up, and then he went down after explaining the basic situation.

During the period when the elevator slowly descended from the 24th floor to the first floor, he briefly stripped his emotions from his mind, and only had simple thoughts.

——Fu Chuan Chie's suicide just now was by no means out of her own will.

(Even if there is, it's only part of it.)

The mobile phone she was holding tightly in her hand at that time should be Sanmo Wenhui's non-work mobile phone.

Someone in Sanmo Wenhui's private circle fully understood the situation at the scene and determined Fuchuan Chie's identity as the murderer by locating the mobile phone, and then threatened her.

It is impossible to determine whether Fu Chuan's death was at the other party's request or his own choice.

But asking her to kill herself is a sure thing.

What kind of person would insist that Fu Chuan should die instead of turning herself in or exposing her, even if she was found guilty of abetting suicide?

When the analysis came here, the elevator just reached the first floor.

When Conan walked out of the elevator and saw the other policemen surrounded outside, his heart was filled with uncontrollable sadness again.

——These people don't know that the person who fell to his death from upstairs just now is the murderer who killed Sanmo Wenhui.

If a better detective than him stood here, would the second death be avoided?

Conan had doubts in his heart.

Conan, who has always believed that saving people does not need a reason, after thinking about this case repeatedly, felt that he could not do better - the deceased's interpersonal relationship was well hidden, and without this condition, the murderer could not be quickly identified.

That is to say, among the people around Sanmo Wenhui's body who could obtain enough information for deduction, there was a person who knew her personal relationship circle and was smart enough to deduce how to determine the murderer.

And this person sentenced Chie Fukawa to death.

——Aren’t the only people who have access to specific case information are the police, the uncle and He Jian?

By the way, there is also that vicious-looking person standing beside He Jian.

"Are you OK?"

After Conan received a wave of comfort from Mori Kogoro and Mori Ran, and reported to Megushisan the conversation he had with Chie Tomikawa above, Hejian walked over to talk to him.

"I'm fine." Conan shook his head, "...but I should tell the Mumu police department before going up..."

He swallowed the second half of the sentence as if thinking that he hadn't judged Chie Fukawa's real intention to go upstairs when he was catching up.

"So she is indeed the murderer who killed Sanmo Wenhui." He Jian said flatly.

Conan said nothing.

"Let me think about it. Since she finally chose to commit suicide by jumping from the same location, did she lure Sanmo Wenhui here before?"

Under the dim night, He Jian's eyes revealed a kind of inorganic indifference.

Although Conan knew that the tone and expression of He Jian's detective personality were like this, he still couldn't help but feel a little smitten.

"She... was stopped by Miss Sanmo when she was about to jump off the building, and then she changed her mind to push Miss Sanmo down the stairs." Conan said softly, "But in fact, Miss Sanmo let go in the end."

Conan's last words were especially soft.

He Jian was also silent for a while.

After a long time, he said, "I see."

"You don't have to be too sad." He Jian continued, "As far as the right to choose is concerned, I think that if a person wants to die, it's better not to be stopped by others. The murderer lady can talk to you before she dies." , I probably felt a lot more relieved."

Just when Conan was about to explain his principles as a detective to He Jian, the man who had come out of the bar with He Jian before quietly walked to He Jian's side and grabbed He Jian's wrist.

The gloomy gaze that this person cast over during the last conversation with He Jian reappeared again.

After giving Conan a condescending look, he let out a sneer and said, "What are you talking to this kind of brat, isn't the case already over?"

If Conan didn't feel wrong, the impatience and malice in this person's eyes were deeper than before.

Seeing that He Jian was about to be pulled away, Conan quickly grabbed He Jian's side of his clothes.

"This uncle, I want to have a few whispers with Brother Hejian." He said loudly at first, then leaned into Hejian's ear and whispered, "Are you sure this person is okay? If you switch personalities——"

Among the people around him, Conan still felt that this person leaked the news, causing Fu Chuan to be most suspected of committing suicide.

In addition, he brought He Jian, an ordinary person, into the bar before, and gave He Jian some cocktails. No matter how you think about it, he is not a good person.

In the many commissions that Conan experienced as Shinichi Kudo and Kogoro Mori, he also met many malicious clients who tried to use detectives to get rid of crimes or even commit crimes.

——He wondered if He Jian, a high school student detective who was one year younger than himself, was deceived because of his lack of experience.

He Jian squatted down, and leaned into Conan's ear and whispered: "Conan-kun, please don't worry. In fact, Mr. Yushan is feeling sad because two people died today. He is a very kind person, but he doesn't want to talk about it. Express."

Hearing such a description, Conan wanted to shake his head and see the water in his head—how could he tell that the man was sad? Didn't he always want to leave in a hurry?

It's just that the conversation has come to this point, and Conan can't do anything else, he can only watch He Jian being dragged away by the man with obvious force.

"Okay, Mr. Yushan, can you let me go?"

He Jian indulged Yu Shan to drag him far away before speaking.

He is very clear about Yushan's intentions in doing this - to prevent him from polluting the young flowers of the motherland.

From Yu Shan's point of view, after He Jian caused Fu Chuan Chie to jump from the building, he said something in front of the elementary school students who witnessed the jumping scene, which is a very wicked act.

——But in fact, what he said to Conan-kun was sincere.

Only then did Yu Shan let go of his hand, of course with the usual disgusted expression on his face.

"Did the text message you received come from an intermediary or from a member of this group?"

Regarding the few text messages sent by He Jian, Yu Shan can roughly guess who they sent them to and what they sent them at this moment—it was nothing more than asking the middleman to pass the news that Sanmo Wenhui was dead to the senior management of the gang. ' Explain how to determine the murderer.

"He's the boss of this group." He Jian shook his phone and said with a smile, "Since you can't take advantage of the chaos to find out about new products, you can only ask the person who has the final say."...