Chapter 105 Courtesy Kumel
“What a magnificent house...” Standing in front of the Tsujimura family’s manor, Mao Lilan exclaimed in a low voice, “This should be called a mansion, right?”
"Madam, you are back." The housekeeper standing in front of the door bowed to the people who got off the car, "Who are these...?"
"This is Mr. Maori's family, mine and his Friend." Tsujimura Koe walked into the entrance, took off his fur and threw it to the butler, and asked casually, "Where are you, sir? The invited guests are here, but he doesn't come out to greet them."
" The husband is still in the study on the second floor, maybe there is something important." The housekeeper respectfully took the clothes she threw away, "Master Guishen and Miss Sachiko have also gone home."
Tsujimura kongjiang frowned, and then he heard a clear female voice from inside the house. Sachiko Katsuragi, who was wearing loose home clothes, walked to the entrance: "Ah, it's mom who's back. I'm sorry for not telling you in advance. I came here unexpectedly and disturbed you."
Hearing her name, the eyes of Maori and the others fell on her face instantly.
After meeting the real person, I carefully compared and compared. What Karasawa said is quite reasonable. Katsuragi Sachiko and Tsujimura Kimie do have many similarities in appearance...
Tsujimura Kimie may also have thought of it. Tangsawa's previous comments, his face stiffened, and he scolded stiffly: "Why are you coming back today? Also, you can't call me mom yet, figure out your identity!"
"Mom!" Tsujimura Takashi Shan stretched out his hand to protect Sachiko Katsuragi behind him, "Why are you so angry all of a sudden? My father doesn't want to see Sachiko. I thought you at least supported us..."
"Kisan, we have guests here." Sachiko Katsuragi tugged at the hem of her boyfriend's clothes to stop the quarrel that was about to break out.
Tsujimura Takazan took a deep breath, suppressed his displeasure, and tried his best to smile at Karasawa and the others: "I'm sorry, everyone, we didn't entertain you well."
A few people shook their heads in unison, His eyes were very sympathetic.
Except for Karasawa, they have already made up the entire plot based on the similar faces of Tsujimura Kimie and Katsuragi Sachiko. At this moment, their minds are full of classic screen plots of life and death. The poor young man didn't know what he was about to face.
"Hmm..." Tsujimura Kami's face twitched. She could probably guess what these people were thinking...she glanced helplessly at the culprit Karasawa, and she coughed awkwardly, " Well, your dad and I have something to discuss with the guests.”
She led a few people upstairs and walked to the closed study door. She could faintly hear the music coming from inside the door.
She reached for her keys, opened the door, and took a deep breath.
Tang Ze fell at the back of the team, and Shi Shiran followed everyone through the door.
"Why are you turning up the music so loud...Husband, husband, Mr. Mori is here." Tsujimura Koe raised the volume, approached Tsujimura Isao, who was leaning on the desk with his head propped up, and called into his ear. , "Honey, wake up."
With Karasawa's eyesight, he could easily see her hand holding Tsujimura Isao's ear and the slightly shiny silver needle on her fingertips.
He blinked and turned his head nonchalantly, pretending to be looking at the bookshelf curiously.
The onlookers don’t know anything, don’t ask, asking means murder in a secret room... huh?
"Husband!" Over there, under the surprised eyes of everyone and the shouts of Mr. Tsujimura Isao, Tsujimura Isao's fat body fell heavily to the ground.
But Karasawa's attention was completely attracted by the photos on the bookshelf.
The photo frame on the left is the crucial motive for the murder, a photo of young Tsujimura Kimie and Isao Tsujimura, while in the photo frame on the right, the fattened Isao Tsujimura affectionately hugs another man in the same suit. The men in leather shoes looked like they were two brothers, each holding a glass of champagne in their hands and smiling cordially.
Tsujimura Isao and Tonguchi Shigehiko actually know each other?
Oh no, look what he is talking about, what is so strange about a diplomat knowing a member of Congress.
But considering Shigehiko Shigehiko's unparalleled style...
Karazawa was so slow that everyone turned around and looked at Tsujimura in surprise, his eyes closed tightly and he fell to the ground and died. Xun.
No way, no way, this is not an unlucky guy who has something to do with the organization, right?
This kind of quality can also be related to the organization...
Politely ask, what kind of garbage classification bin is the grassroots department of the organization?
Although there was something obviously wrong with the reflex arc, Karasawa's performance was more or less consistent with everyone else. None of the detectives present found anything wrong with Karasawa. All three of them rushed to Tsujimura Isao's side immediately. Checking his breathing and heartbeat. "It's too late..." Hattori Heiji said seriously, "It's hopeless."
"What happened?" The movement in the room quickly attracted other people.
"No one is allowed to come in. No one can come in until the police arrive. Mrs. Tsujimura, please stand at the door." Mouri Kogoro, who was very familiar with such scenes, immediately organized the work of protecting the scene, "Notify the police immediately. "
The two high school detectives, as if they had not heard what Mouri Kogoro said, almost immediately rushed around the body of the deceased and began to examine the marks on the body surface and search for clues near the body.
"The body is still warm...the time of death is very close." Hattori Heiji tugged at the eyelids of the deceased.
"The lips are cyanotic, but the degree is still shallow, and the poison has not lasted long." Conan sucked his nose, turned the lower lip of the deceased and muttered something.
Tang Ze stood on tiptoes and looked at the two people walking together, then took a step back with confidence and leaned against the wall.
There is nothing that requires him to participate for the time being, so he can hang up and make the background board with peace of mind.
So he took out his cell phone and started tapping.
"Ding dong".
"Ding dong".
"Ding dong ding dong".
Gin threw the blood-stained black suitcase into a plastic bag, threw it in the back seat, and got into the passenger seat with a frown.
"What?" He had just gotten out of the car and executed a trash who was exposed to the police's sight. It only took about ten minutes, so he didn't take his cell phone with him out of the car. He heard the continuous beeps. Distraught, I asked directly about Vodka.
"Uh, it seems to be an email from Kumail..." Vodka didn't dare to actually open his eldest brother's phone to read the message for him. He glanced at the new message notification on the screen and handed the phone to Qin. Wine in hand.
"Kumail..." Is there anything he needs to contact? Gin opened endless emails one after another.
[Gin-senpai, this is Kumel^_^ I would like to ask, does the organization have a grassroots member named Tsujimura Isao in Tokyo? 】
[I just witnessed the scene where he was murdered by his wife. Well, is his wife related to the organization? Should I step in? 】
【Oh, sorry, no need to confirm. 】
[He is indeed a grassroots member of the organization. I found a photo of him and my dad. Wow, it’s so interesting. There is my dad’s signature on the back of the photo... I destroyed it for him. You’re welcome. . ]
[Oh, sorry, I'm too talkative. Isao Tsujimura's wife definitely has nothing to do with the organization. I found some clues... This is a pure vendetta. 】
【Well, I don’t mean anything else [smiling emoji] I just want to take the liberty to ask, does the branch here in Tokyo have a clear person to talk about human affairs? Can you tell me his name or code name? I want to help the organization do some financial sorting and inquiries... Does its funds have any records of improper use? 】
[Wow, Tsujimura Isao once used the organization's channels to help him personally discredit his competitors at the same time, and successfully ascended to an important position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs... amazing efficiency. 】
[Sorry, I misunderstood just now. His goal was not to get a promotion, but to fall in love with the other person's wife. 】
【Maybe I am overstepping my bounds, but now I really want to inquire how the organization plans the use of funds in terms of talent introduction and absorption? Yesterday, my application for a new sniper rifle budget was rejected due to some immature ideas. I think it may be a more appropriate choice to appropriately allocate funds in this area to me and senior Bourbon...]
[Listen Said, the organization also has a precedent of codename members being involved in other people's vendettas and dying, uh...]
After turning this page, Gin didn't want to continue to watch Kumail's weirdness anymore. With a "pop", he His cell phone almost hit the windshield, spinning and sliding forward along the glove box.
"Trash!"
A roar came from the Porsche and spread far along the dark bridge tunnel, with a rumbling echo.
(End of this chapter)