Porsche 356a.

Vodka drove the car thoughtfully.

Gin Jiu and Ye Gengyi were sitting in the back seat, and the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard echoed in the car.

"How long will it take?"

"long time."

"Where to get off?"

"There are no cameras at the intersection ahead."

Vodka: “…”

In other words, when did these two people become such a tacit understanding?

I want to ask, but I don’t know how to ask.

Until Ye Gengyi left.

Vodka finally couldn't help but sigh: "Brother... I'm so useless."

"Um..."

Gin was checking his cell phone for emails from outside members of the organization. He originally thought that Vodka was going to say something nutritious again, so he just wanted to deal with it... After filtering the conversation in his brain, he raised his head in surprise and readjusted his nasal voice.

"Um?"

Vodka hesitated for a moment: "This operation... early investigation and signal jammer, there is no need to wait for icewine to come and install it..."

"Thinking too much." Gin's finger stopped on an email without deleting it. "If you don't understand the leaked information before moving forward, investigating in advance or installing a blocker will alert the snake."

"But icewine..."

"Vodka!" Gin suddenly emphasized his tone.

"Big...brother?"

"Don't believe everything icewine says."

"yes..."

"I have to go back to the organization to wrap up the follow-up work related to Yuan Jiaming. However, I received an interesting piece of information on my phone that I just need you to investigate. Is that okay?"

"yes!"

...

"No...it's too much trouble."

No. 22, 2-chome, Yoneka-machi.

Ye Gengyi sat on the sofa and rejected the suggestion to go to the shopping mall with Haiyuan Ai to return and change clothes.

"I thought your shoulders would be narrower..." Haiyuan lamented... However, the pajamas she bought for the doctor with a bear pattern on them fit surprisingly well.

"I have been exercising recently." Ye Geng thought of himself and was slightly pleased with his efforts in order to adapt to the high power of the electric shock gloves: "This size is just right for Mr. Maoli. As for my clothes, we will go out together in the future.

Buy it later."

"In the future...? Okay..." Hui Yuan Ai shrugged and borrowed a sentence someone often said, "Let's talk about the future later."

Ye Geng nodded, noncommittal.

Anyway, every time he said this, he was expressing that he didn't want to continue this topic.

As expected.

Haibara Ai was silent for a moment and asked a topic that concerned her more, "Is the murderer who killed Representative Omu really the painting master?"

"I don't know." Ye Gengyi said.

Haiyuan Ai's half-moon eyes said: "That's not what you said during the day."

Ye Gengyi said, "Because during the day, you don't seem to want to meddle in other people's business."

"But I have changed my mind now..." Haiyuan Aiyu was stubborn.

"That's amazing." Ye Geng clapped his hands twice in a serious manner, "Suddenly he has such a sense of justice... Let me guess, the movie I went to see this afternoon was Masked Superman?"

"Haha..." Hui Yuan Ai chuckled twice and did not answer the question, saying: "Since you don't want to say it, I'll go investigate tomorrow!"

"Come on." Ye Geng stood up and walked towards the basement and said, "Make me a cup of coffee, and when the doctor comes out of the toilet, remember to ask him to come to the basement."

Hui Yuan Ai: "..."

Your division of labor is quite clear.

That night, Dr. Ali once again left the basement early at 2:30 a.m. on the excuse of having a stomachache.

On the way back to the bedroom, he saw Haihara Ai who was on the phone.

...

The next day.

morning.

The five-member boy detective team assembled.

Conan was a little surprised, "So you are also interested in this case."

"It's okay. After all, I have some clues that even you don't know yet." Haihara Ai looked like he was not energetic.

"clue?"

Conan's eyes were filled with confusion, he repeated this sentence twice, and said suddenly: "Did Brother Gengyi tell you something?"

"Of course, I talked a lot..." Haihara Ai replied calmly: "What are you going to do? Detective..."

"Hey, your character is too bad now," Conan replied unhappily, "But since you haven't called the police yet, it means you still lack that, right? The key evidence to prove who the murderer is!"

"Yes." Haihara Ai admitted directly, "I heard that you went to the homes of Master Kisaragi and Mr. Kazama yesterday. Did you get any results from the investigation?"

"Yes, there is indeed..."

Conan thought about the detail that he couldn't help but call his relatives because he missed him. He was silent for a moment but still didn't speak to verify.

"I've made detailed records here!" Mitsuhiko, who couldn't hold himself back for a long time, hurriedly came over to offer the treasure.

"Oh? It's really reliable..."

Haibara Ai took it and started to look through it. Before she could see the content of yesterday's conversation, she found a line on a certain page, marked with a red charcoal pen:

[Brother Gengyi is right, pursue what you like, as long as you don’t get married. 】

Hui Yuan Ai: "???"

What on earth is this person teaching children on a daily basis?

"So...who is the murderer?"

Conan noticed the change in a certain Loli's expression and thought she had discovered something. He quickly came over and lowered his voice out of curiosity.

"have no idea!"

Haiyuan Ai returned the notebook to Mitsuhiko with a cold face, and decided not to make coffee for that guy from now on!

...

The five people took the tram and arrived at Shuangbao Town.

The door to room 407 of the apartment building was unlocked.

Yuan Jiaming is dead.

The body fell in the living room, holding a silver table knife in his hand, and an uneaten piece of chocolate cake on the table.

Unlike when Ye Gengyi left with gin and vodka, there was an extra small wine glass at the murder scene, which was broken from the middle.

It depends on the situation...

"It's a serial murder case!"

Memu Shisan, who rushed to the scene, frowned and fell into thinking.

If this is the case, then the content of yesterday morning's meeting needs to be overturned and reorganized.

Conan noticed something strange on the broken wine glass fragments.

Since the body still needed to be taken back to the police station for further autopsy, they were unable to obtain any more information.

"But if the presumed time of death is between five and six o'clock yesterday afternoon, Master Kisaragi will not be suspected. After all, we were at his home at that time..."

On the way back, Mitsuhiko looked at the time recorded in the notebook carefully and analyzed: "So...Mr. Kazama should have had the opportunity to commit the crime."

"That's right, Mr. Kazama said yesterday that he had a conflict with someone else. This other person should be Mr. Yuan!"

Moto Kojima was a little dissatisfied and said: "Mr. Minghara gave me chocolates to eat and invited us to play games. I didn't expect that he would die like this..."

So... Brother Gengyi’s reasoning is wrong?

Haiyuan Ai thought and dialed the number.

"Ah...then I guessed wrong."

On the other end of the conversation, Ye Gengyi's answer was very casual.
Chapter completed!