Under the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of all the criminals, Takagi and Sato Miwako left the office side by side.
At the same time, they also secretly resented why Karasawa always provided assists to Takagi and always allowed him to gain the upper hand.
Even now, it is said that the two of them were selected to handle the case, but in fact it is not a disguised form of creating opportunities for the two of them.
But that's fine, at least Takagi is among them the one most likely to ask what happened to the ring.
A group of members of the "Sato Miwako Defense Line" had secretly exchanged glances and reached a consensus, planning to wait until Takagi came back to interrogate each other.
In the driver's seat in the back row, Tang Ze rushed to the scene of the crime with the two people who looked at each other in silence.
But in the car, the atmosphere was a bit silent.
This is natural, after all, on one side is Miwako Sato who is concerned about the case, and on the other is Takagi who is hesitant to speak while looking at the ring on her hand. It is strange that these two are not on the same channel at all and can talk.
After arriving at the crime scene, Tangze saw the "Death Trio" at the scene as expected.
Then, with the explanations of the three of them, we began to understand what happened last night until the discovery of the murder.
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"What a beautiful ring. The number of gems is amazing."
Mouri Kogoro looked at the luxurious ring displayed by the other party, and even felt a little unreal: "Are these all diamonds?
This is the first time I’ve seen this kind of ring.”
"Yes, this is a specially customized ring to commemorate my 100th work."
The fat middle-aged man wearing glasses raised his hand and turned it to the palm, revealing the ring and showing off: "On the back of the ring, I also specially had the word "100th" engraved on it."
"It's really amazing." Mouri Kogoro exclaimed.
The man in front of them is the famous suspense mystery novelist Teacher Zhukou Yigui who invited them to the villa as a guest.
As for why Mouri Kogoro was invited, it was clear from the identity of the other person that he was a suspense mystery novelist. It was to have a formal conversation with him.
Of course, the time is set for tomorrow, and today's stay is just for everyone to get familiar with each other, so that we can stop and start conversations.
"Where, where."
Zhukou Yigui pretended to be modest and smiled: "Actually, when I was customizing diamonds, I hoped to be able to set 100 diamonds.
But the designer said that if that was the case, it would be bigger than a tailor’s thimble, so he gave up.”
"Isn't this natural..." Mouri Kogoro on the side secretly cursed in his heart, and at the same time he was a little envious.
While the two were talking and laughing, suddenly the cassette on the table rang. A middle-aged man in a white shirt walked over and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'll change the tape."
"But it's very uncommon for people to still use this kind of cassette tape to record."
Mouri Kogoro smiled and looked at the writer who was responsible for the conversation at the moment and said with a smile: "Mr. Dejima, is there any reason why you use this?"
"Being old also has its advantages."
The writer named Dejima explained with a smile while changing the tapes: "Although most of the recordings used nowadays are digital recordings, I always feel that I can't see or touch them, and it feels unreal.
If you can see the tape spinning, you can be sure that the conversation has been recorded.
If you use a digital recorder, if you make a mistake, it will be fatal."
"So that's it." Mouri Kogoro suddenly said.
"Actually, that's what I think too."
The photographer wearing a pink jacket and a red bandana on his head smiled and said: "My colleagues are now starting to use digital cameras to take pictures.
But I don't want to replace this traditional camera that I have been using until now.
Well, although I can’t confirm the effect of the shooting right away, it still makes me a little worried.”
Speaking of this, the man immediately took two photos of Mouri Kogoro.
"Don't shoot now, Mr. Tarumi." Mouri Kogoro waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not ready yet."
"Well, it's more real this way." Chuishui smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll delete it if it doesn't look good."
"Etc., etc!"
Just when a few men were chatting happily, a beautiful woman with curly hair came to the side: "I'm sorry to interrupt you talking about traditional machines, but Mr. Moroguchi is currently serializing it, and he has another
The deadline is approaching.
So let’s stop talking about topics that are not related to the work, and let Mr. Moroguchi finish what needs to be done first, okay?”
"Don't be so rigid and inhumane, Anabuki." Zhuguchi Masuki comforted: "Tomorrow is the formal conversation between me and Detective Mori, so there's nothing wrong with having a chat first today."
Speaking of this, Zhuguchi Masaki looked at Mouri Kogoro with a smile and said: "Tonight, please be sure to have a taste of my craftsmanship, and then have a good rest.
The talks will officially start tomorrow morning, is that correct, Mr. Writer?"
"Well, now it's just a rehearsal for everyone to chat and get to know each other."
Mr. Dejima took out a magazine from his bag while explaining: "In the preview page of our magazine published this month, there is also a new suspense mystery novel by the writer Masaki Moroguchi and the famous detective Kogoro Mouri."
A talk on the future.”
When Mr. Dejima said this, he took out the magazine in his hand. Moriguchi Masuki stretched out his hand and said, "Let me take a look..."
On the other side, Xiaolan, who had been standing nearby listening to a few men chatting, seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Conan, and quietly said: "Conan, what's wrong with you? You look so stupid?"
"Ah...well...I just don't think Mr. Moroguchi is like what I imagined a writer to be like." Conan answered truthfully.
"It's different? Why?" Xiaolan looked puzzled after hearing Conan's words: "It seems that there is no difference between my teacher Zhukou."
"But this teacher's works always pay great attention to the details in the reasoning of suspense stories. I thought he should be a restless and somewhat neurotic person."
Conan's evaluation is not unreasonable. In fact, when writing books, writers will unconsciously incorporate some characteristics of their inner world.
Peering into books and people is the reason why many writers don’t like people around them to know about their works.
Because I always feel that others have entered my inner world. Strangers are fine, but acquaintances are not.
But just when Conan was confused, Morokuchi Masuki, who was looking at the magazine, suddenly turned gloomy: "Anabuki-kun, do you have a measuring tape on you?"
"Yes, I carry a tape measure with me." Editor Anabuki on the side took out a dark green tape measure from the inside of his suit jacket and handed it to Moroguchi Masuki.
After Zhukou Yigui took the tape measure, he measured it directly on the magazine.
"I read it right. My name in the magazine is one millimeter smaller than other writers' names, right?"
Zhuguchi Yigui, who had always seemed calm before, seemed to be a completely different person at this moment, and his voice became sharp: "Are you trying to trick me on purpose!!"
"No, that's not the case with Morokuchi-sensei." Anabuki explained with a panicked look on his face: "It's just that text of that size is more convenient for typesetting..."
"Then why don't the names of other writers be shortened in the same way!!" Zhuguchi Masuki raised his paw and threw it directly on the other person's face: "You useless guy!!"
"I'm so sorry!" After being slapped in the face with a magazine, the Anabuki editor quickly bowed and apologized: "Such things like today will never happen again..."
"Of course!" Zhukou Yigui snorted coldly.
Seeing this awkward scene, Conan's previous doubts were all cleared up.
It turns out that Zhukou Yigui is not neurotic, but his neurosis is reflected in his fonts.
"Really, it would be great if you were as responsible as the autumn field editor you contacted me before."
Zhukou Yigui said dissatisfiedly: "As long as it is my request, he can do it. Let's look at you..."
"Haha... He sounds like a very good editor." Mouri Kogoro on the side saw that the atmosphere was a bit stiff and quickly changed the topic.
"Yes, from work such as collecting documents and photos to investigating and searching for professional knowledge related to criminal methods, he really did not hesitate to pay any price for my work."
Speaking of this, Zhukou Yigui sighed with a look of disappointment: "I even sacrificed my own life for it."
Everyone present was shocked when this statement came out. Unexpectedly, the editor died of shock.
"Has he passed away?" Hearing that someone had passed away, Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but asked the reason: "What's the reason?"
"At the beginning of this spring, he was found dead in his home, with the doors and windows locked." Zhukou Yigui said with a regretful expression: "He died in a secret room."
"Eh? Died in a secret room?" Mouri Kogoro was shocked when he heard this: "Did he commit suicide?"
"Of course this is suicide. This is not the suspense mystery novel I wrote."
Zhuguchi Yigui showed a little regret when he said this: "To tell you the truth, I originally planned to write a mystery novel based on his death, but I was stopped by Anabuki."
"Isn't that natural!" Miss Anabuki said with an ugly face when she heard this: "The news of Akita's sudden suicide and death has spread throughout the publishing world.
If another novel like that were published at this time, gossip about him would be used as a subject to be hyped up.
That's why I stopped you!"
"Rumors are just rumors, not facts."
Zhuguchi Masuki showed a somewhat ugly smile: "Besides, if the deeds of the autumn field editor are used as the main theme, don't you think it will be more popular?"
"Well..." Miss Anabuki looked ugly when the other party said it, but this was indeed a fact, so she could only turn her head and look aside in silence.
"Click..."
The dull sound of the pencil hitting the notebook broke the awkward moment. Dejima pressed the mechanical pencil one after another and said in frustration: "Oops, did you run out of refills?"
"It's nothing, I can lend it to you."
Moroguchi Masaki didn't want to make the atmosphere too ugly, so he stood up and walked to the pencil case aside, taking out a sharpened pencil and handing it to Dejima: "Speaking of which, the pencil I always like to use the most is an old-fashioned one.
"
"Thank you, you're welcome." Dejima took the pencil and said with a smile.
"Anyway, let's just confirm the process for tomorrow's talks. The formal talks will start early tomorrow morning."
The photographer Chuishui took off one of the rubber bands on his wrist, took out two loops of three batteries and threw them away: "It doesn't matter what we talk about now. It would be a waste to take pictures, so I won't take pictures now."
The embarrassing process was successfully diverted by the two writers, Dejima and Tarumi. In order to prevent the atmosphere from becoming more awkward, Mouri Kogoro took advantage of the situation and began to discuss the subsequent talks with everyone.
After that, the group finished their meal while having a conversation, which lasted almost two hours before it ended.
After listening to the relatively objective and detailed descriptions of Conan and Xiaolan, Karasawa grinned and lamented that this teacher Zhuguchi was really "an old man who eats arsenic - he is impatient to live."
To be honest, based on the news he just heard, he could think of the truth that the editor named Qiuchang was killed by Zhuguchi Masuki.
He also committed suicide.
h tui!
In the Kexue world, all secret rooms are basically homicides. If it is suicide, there is a 99.99% chance that the prisoner deceived the criminal.
There is only a tiny 0.001% possibility of various accidents.
And based on the attitude described by Masaki Tsuguchi at that time, Karasawa was 100% sure that he was the criminal who caused the autumn field editor to commit suicide.
And his death this time is not difficult to understand. Ninety-nine percent of the time, one of the remaining three people had a close relationship with the editor of Qiuchang. After investigation, the truth was discovered and revenge was coming.
Even the method chosen to kill Zhuguchi Yigui was also the method used by the other party to kill the editor of Qiuchang, playing a "tit for tat".
That's right, Zhuguchi Yigui's death this time was also in a secret room.
Early the next morning, Miss Anabuki went to wake up Masuki Morokuchi at five o'clock, but there was no movement in the house.
The Maori father, daughter and Conan who heard the noise from the side also came out after hearing the sound.
Conan's premonition of death seemed to have erupted. With a bad premonition, he ran directly to the balcony and entered the house through the window.
Only a kid like Conan can do this. After all, the window in Zhukou Yigui's room is an outward-turned transom that is fixed from the top and opens outward from the room, and can only open a small gap below.
If you were an adult, it would be absolutely impossible to sneak into the room.
After entering the room, what comes into view is Zhuguchi Yaki, who is lying on the bed and seems to be asleep.
But after getting closer to check the other person's condition, the coffee flowing from the corner of the other person's mouth to his neck showed that he was not sleeping, but already dead.
After that, Conan opened the door to the room. After everyone saw the situation in the room, after a brief panic, they were stabilized by Kogoro Mouri, an experienced person, and asked Xiaolan to call the police.
After this, Tang Ze and others arrived.
This chapter has been completed!