[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

I was hesitant to let Conan squat in another place. Standing with Ah Piao, who was blood-faced and dull, was too impactful.

At this time, an uncle with a mustache and raised eyebrows solved my troubles, and he mercilessly hit Conan on the head with a hammer.

"You stinky brat, why are you running around again!"

"Hmm!" Conan covered his head, his mature temperament dissipated.

Xiaolan hugged Conan, and looked at the bearded uncle with dissatisfaction: "Dad!"

The young man next to him looked at the bearded uncle for a long time and finally couldn't help but said: "I've been watching for a long time, you are the famous detective Mori Kogoro who has become famous recently!"

Mori Kogoro nodded, laughing smugly: "Haha, I'm here, thank you, thank you! Hahaha..."

I've heard the name Mori Kogoro in the news recently, but I didn't expect a famous detective...it seems so unreliable.

My eyes were idly wandering around the guests who came, and I saw my acquaintance Akashi Seijuro from a distance, so I picked up the wine glass and said hello to him.

Most of the guests who came to the banquet looked at the surname Sakuragu, and after a while of commotion, they began to cooperate with the police investigation.

Father's face was as stable as Mount Tai, but his forehead was already wet with sweat.

The hotel facilities have been inspected on a regular basis, especially at the birthday party of the young master of the Yinggu family, everything will be checked in advance to avoid unexpected situations.

Crystal chandeliers fall without warning, nine out of ten are man-made.As for the vendetta, the love killing, or just the aimless killing of the Sakura Valley chaebol, it is not known.

I saw Conan standing quietly next to Xiaolan covering his head, his eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There were more than 100 guests present, and the chain of interests involved in the upper class was quite complicated, and there were too many interference factors. This former high school detective was also very distressed.

I usually don't see the clues of the suspect until the second half of detective novels, so I don't want to cause trouble.

With red wine in my hand, I stood quietly in the corner. All the panic and commotion had nothing to do with me. I seemed to be standing in the corner of the world, and suddenly felt that everything was boring.

Ah Piao's eyes were dull, his expression was loose and he didn't know where to look. Was he looking for the murderer in the crowd, or was his mind dissipated and he could no longer be called a "person".

The red wine swayed slightly in the goblet, and the gorgeous red-purple color made people dizzy.

I was fascinated by looking at my hands, the color is pampered and delicate white, except for the calluses from the painting, it can almost be called a perfect work of art like my mother.

boring boring.Boring people, boring things, boring air and boring me.

Well, at this time...

"...It would be great if Mr. Dazai was here." I raised my glass slightly and took a sip.

"What, what? I'm here too?" A hand stretched out from behind me, and the callused hand was placed on my shoulder under the control of the owner of the hand. There was a bouncing chuckle in his voice.

The familiar voice accompanied by the bloody smell of gunpowder smoke stimulated my senses. I was caught off guard and almost coughed the wine into my lungs.

"Puff...cough cough!" I don't usually drink alcohol, and when I celebrate with my friends, I only need a small glass of beer at most. The slightly astringent smell spreads from the nasal cavity, and I feel my cheeks start to heat up.

"Uwah Mr. Dazai! Don't be scary!" I slapped Dazai's hand away, only to realize that the smell of blood came from him.

"Little Ayako is so timid, she still needs to exercise."

Dazai was wearing a black suit with a black coat over his suit. The bandages on his body seemed to be thicker than the last time we met, with a few sporadic drops of blood splashed on them.

There must be more blood on that pure black coat.

"Whether I am timid or not, Mr. Dazai, come with me quickly." The body of the unfortunate lady had been taken away by the police, and a white line was drawn on the ground to set up a cordon, and everyone was separated.

There are still police here. Did Dazai stay here because he wanted to be caught as a criminal and sent to jail?

Dazai nodded and followed me unhurriedly: "It's okay, I'll leave soon anyway."

"Leave in a while, what do you mean?"

"Ah, this..." Dazai looked into my eyes, the iris-colored pupils were frighteningly black under the shadow.

I stopped involuntarily and swallowed, Dazai looked like he was going to tell a ghost story.

"I heard Ayako say, 'I'm so scared, Dazai-san, come and help me!' God asked me if I wanted to come, so I came."

"..."

I froze for a while before realizing that Dazai was joking.I blew my hair out of embarrassment and smashed my elbow on Dazai's waist.

My face was a little hot under the influence of the alcohol.