Chapter 285 The person with eyebrow pencil is the murderer this time
"It's really strange. If the murderer is really the store owner, why did he pretend to be dead and then kill Miss Ayako?" Maria Toda Questions came out of his mouth, while his hand was absentmindedly fiddling with his phone.
She sent Kumail an email for a while, but there was no reply from the other party. She didn’t know if she had left her previous location and returned to Tokyo.
This place is located in a remote place. Coming from Tokyo, he must have spent a lot of time and energy to find a sniping point with a suitable angle.
But he has to come without telling Bourbon, and he has to rush back before Bourbon finds out. He may not choose to stay and continue to monitor...
This is the situation they are destined to face in an awkward position. Can you really go on unswervingly, Kumail?
"Who knows, people are very complicated, and we don't know what grudges they have." Two people died in one night, and because of the fire, they were busy putting out the fire, sweating all over, and Hungry, sleepy and tired, Mouri Kogoro had lost the desire to use his brain and said casually, "Maybe this was a reasoning question and answer arranged by the shop owner. He faked his death to escape everyone's sight, and then used an accident to start the reasoning Q&A...Maybe Oki Ayako just discovered something and was accidentally involved..."
This uncle talks nonsense all day long...
I don’t know yet that the danger is hanging there Hattori Heiji, who was above him, glanced sideways at Mouri Kogoro.
“Nonsense!” Fujisawa Toshiaki, who couldn’t bear it before Hattori Heiji could attack, jumped up at the crime. “This was a premeditated murder. He did it on purpose! Look at this card, look at it!”< br>
He took something the size of a postcard out of his arms and threw it on the table.
Seeing a card with writing on it fly to the table, Conan's mind immediately ran through the words "advance letter". When he realized what he was thinking, he couldn't help but knock on his forehead.
It’s all the joker’s fault. He stuffs people with small pieces of paper all day long. This guy...
Curating the Phantom Thief who stuffed advertisements everywhere, Conan stretched his head to look and saw the piece of paper. It says:
[If you want that book, come to the garage on time at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning.
The book will be placed under the chair in the back seat. 】
"If I do as the superiors say, I will be the one who dies!" Toshiaki Fujisawa, who was frightened, said with a trembling voice, "He was committing murder deliberately!"
Moori Kogoro twisted up the piece of paper and asked, "Who gave you this?"
"I found it on the door." Fujisawa Toshiaki breathed out and said bitterly, "Just after dinner. How long..."
"Ah, it seems that the boss may have put this on everyone's door. If anyone can't help being greedy and runs over, it will attract murder." Mouri Kogoroichi. He patted the table and said happily.
"Hey, uncle, I've said it more than once, boss Kanaya is really dead!" Hattori Heiji's forehead veins jumped, "A detective like you will only make the situation more and more confusing!"
< br>"It's so rude. Every time my dad solves a case, he goes very smoothly. He helps a lot of people!" Mao Lilan, who went to help bring coffee and ice water, walked back to the living room. When he heard what Hattori Heiji said, he put the plate in his hand Putting it heavily on the table, "He just hasn't entered the state yet. When he solves crimes, he often falls into a sleeping thinking mode, so he is called 'Sleeping Mouri Kogoro', right dad?"
< br>"Ah, um..." Mouri Kogoro touched his head and laughed twice.
The sleeping Kogoro Mori... Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and almost forgot about this.
"Come here, Miss Ran." Hattori Heiji pulled Mao Lilan to the side.
Mao Lilan gently broke away from him, frowned and asked: "What's the matter?"
"You said that your dad often solves cases in a sleeping posture... Where is that guy when he solves cases? ?”
“What’s that guy?”
“It’s him, this one!” Hattori Heiji quietly approached Conan who was trying to eavesdrop, and pulled up the clothes at the back of his neck. stand up.
Belmode, who brought a glass of ice water to his mouth, narrowed his eyes and looked in their direction with an extremely unkind look.
This black-skinned boy really discovered something.
Before he makes things irreversible, or else...
"He seems not to be there every time, but he often comes out from near my dad to help him explain. , He is a very capable little helper."
"Oh...that's right..."
Hattori Heiji turned his wrist and turned the flapping Conan in his hand. The expression on his face became meaningful.
No, I have to interrupt what he is about to say.
Putting the cup on the table, Belmode raised his legs and walked towards the three people gathered on one side.
At this moment, suddenly, the whole room became dark.
It was originally early in the morning, and at this moment, there was heavy rain outside, and the lighting of the electric light was lost, and the whole house fell into darkness.
“There’s a power outage!” Mao Lilan looked around in vain, “Is it because of thunder?”
"Don't worry!" Hitomi Iwai's voice came out in the darkness, "It probably just tripped, just change the fuse!" "Candles, are there any candles?"
Fuji Ze Junming tentatively stretched out his hand to hold the table in front of him, frowned, took out the lighter in his pocket, and opened the lid.
A small flame lit up from the jet, and in the darkness...
Two lights lit up.
One was the lighter in Toshiaki Fujisawa's hand, and the other was...
Belmode stopped moving forward, frowned fiercely, and looked down at the lighted up screen of his mobile phone. .
is a new email notification.
Tsk, sooner or later, this sudden darkness is obviously a good opportunity to create an accident.
Having said that, she still raised her hand and said: "There seems to be new news... Yes, Miss Waiter, why don't you use my mobile phone to take a photo... …”
She quickly opened the new email she received.
【We were driving just now, you haven't done anything yet, right? Hope not.
Hattori Heiji is the son of Hattori Heizo, the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters. If something happens to him, his attention will be drawn here, so don’t act rashly.
In addition, his existence is also necessary.
Let us open the skylight and speak out.
Kudo's acting skills are really terrible. I had already discovered the problem within 24 hours of becoming Akira Karasawa.
So, Kudo needs a helper who knows his true identity and can help him do things that I can't do. Hattori, who had a similar identity to him and vaguely guessed his situation, was a good choice.
Tang Zezhao is his loyal partner, Kumail is not. 】
Belmod's forward steps stopped.
After these few days of contact and judgment, she could roughly guess the state of this little lunatic Kumail.
When he starts not to use honorifics or long written expressions, it is usually his more true expression of emotions.
It can be seen that the tug and test of the past few days, as well as the exhausting developments tonight, have exhausted his patience, and the entire email is completely spoken in plain English.
This is indeed a very reasonable reason.
Kumail, who became a partner with Bourbon and acted under Bourbon's nose, did not have that much choice.
A friend who truly stands by coolguy and can help him without any worries may play a greater role than either of them.
Unaware that she had begun to assume that Kumel was in the same camp as himself, Belmode relaxed slightly as he gave up his intention to attack.
Belmode, whose eyes flickered and who was obviously thinking about a lot of things, let out a breath and turned to the waiter, ready to help her repair the fuse together.
At this moment, she felt a slight sound of breaking through the air beside her. Her eyes widened and she almost instinctively gathered strength and raised her leg in the direction of the attack.
There was a "pop", a crisp sound of a metal object falling to the ground.
There was an extremely suppressed groan of pain. The person she kicked seemed to have lost his balance due to the severe pain. There was a harsh sound from the dining table and chairs being dragged on the floor after being hit. .
Judging from the sound, the other party must have knocked down the chair, crawled a few steps in embarrassment, and then stood up staggeringly.
Subsequently, there was the sound of glass being broken from the window.
“What’s wrong! What happened!”
“What’s the sound? Someone was attacked?!”
“Turn on the lights, turn on the lights quickly, it’s not fixed yet ”
The chaotic darkness lasted for a while, and then the lights in the living room finally came back on.
Belmod closed his eyes, adapted to the violent change in brightness for a moment, and turned his sight to the direction of his attack.
A sharp ice pick rolled helplessly and unwillingly, combined with the rain that kept pouring in from outside the broken window, giving me a feeling of death.
(End of this chapter)