Knock the door, wait, indicate the intention.

Under the leader of the maid, Ye Gengyi Headian Pingzhong passed through the porch with high gate pillars. In the first room on the left side of the corridor, he saw a watermelon head, leaving eight characters, bloated figure, bloated figure, and bloated figure. Middle -aged.

He was wearing a loose suit, sitting on the sofa, and admiring the opera show being played on the TV.

Because the volume of the speaker was not very high, the middle -aged man who suspected of the villa master quickly noticed the situation on the door.

Both sides are intertwined.

The service department sighed silently, and stepped forward to confirm that the other party was the owner of the Fujia family. After the entrusted rich man who suffered a threat to death.

He started the third self -introduction after he came to this villa.

"Hum, this time it was changed to a young ghost head, hey, I said you would not be the little that Su Hua was raised outside ..."

When Fujiko Ganxiong said this sentence, he paused, and finally put his attention on Ye Geng, and then added complete: "White face."

Service Department Pingci: "..."

Wait, did this old man just attack me?

He collapsed with blue tendons on his forehead, but still tried to squeeze a smile:

"Mr. Tengzhi, can you let me see if it is convenient, what about the threatening letter sent to you by the mysterious person?"

"Things are in Su Hua, you can find her if you want to see it," Fujima said to the Ministry of Servanti with an impatient tone: "I still have other things to be busy, don't delay my time."

After speaking, he snorted coldly and walked away from the living room.

Look at the back of the other party's gradually away.

The Ministry of Service finally couldn't help but said angrily: "What do you do, this old man, there is no sense of tension at all!"

"It should be from the beginning that someone will not believe someone will kill him."

As soon as Ye Geng stood at the perspective of the onlookers, he analyzed: "Or this kind of irritable person like this kind of temperament, I am afraid that he can hardly tell who offended who offended."

"Forget it, anyway, the person who commissioned me claimed to be the wife of the big master, listening to her voice from the phone, the personality should be very cheerful ..."

The Ministry of Service is also too lazy to care about the attitude of Fujin Zhi Ganxiong.

I am going to find a maid casually and ask Mrs. Fujiko's nap to end at the end of the time.

At the staircase to the second floor, a bunch of "Kaka" sounded on the floor on the floor suddenly came.

Soon, a woman who was wearing a purple home, wearing a purple home, who looked about 25 years old, trotted to the door of the living room.

You can see the scenes in the room clearly, but she puts on her feet and made a posture of looking around.

Her eyes swept Ye Gengyi and served, and stayed on Ye Geyi's body.

Later, the woman's woman, holding her face with both hands, whispered: "Oh, are you the detective of the department, right? Is that the dark skin of your assistant?"

Black ... black and black ...

The blue tendon raised on the forehead of a black skin again, feeling that it was treated unfairly again.

But why is this woman's voice so familiar?

The Ministry of Service recalled the voice on the phone, and suddenly stared at his eyes: "You ... are you Mrs. Fujiko?"

"Well? Kansai cavity?"

Fujimu Suhua was froze, and looked at Ye Geng again to look at the service department. "Who are the two of you who are the detectives of the service department?"

"He is." Ye even looked at the young lady carefully, and then said briefly: "The threatening letter, take it out."

"Hmm ... I put it in the study."

Fujishi Sushua felt a cold feeling floating in the air. When recalling, the throat was intentionally pinched, and he unconsciously returned to the normal state.

"Bring the road." Ye Geng said.

"Oh ... good ..."

Fujima Sushua didn't know why, and couldn't help but feel a spirit of excitement.

After a few minutes.

The three came to the study of the villa.

As soon as Ye Geng walked into the room, he noticed the two cameras on the corner wall of the North and South.

The windows are open, the lustrous sunset is shining into the room, a wooden seat sprinkled in front of the desk, and the oil painting hanging on the opposite side.

Fujishi Sushua took out a transparent plastic bag sealed with a booking nail from the drawer in front of the bookshelf. There were a few printed cards inside.

There is no bottom fire warhead.

"I remember the police on the phone, then the police must have identified the fingerprints above?"

"Um ... but because Qianxiong was too angry at the time, he questioned everyone in the villa and asked them to stand up to admit it, and he also passed these threat letters to everyone."

Fujishimosuhua's expression helplessly: "So there are many people's fingerprints on it, and there is no way to be used as a reference for physical evidence."

The bullets are 9mm, and there are too many adaptive models to judge ... Ye even thought about it, and asked, "What about a pistol? Did the police searches it?"

"No eh ... that, Qianxiong's bedroom is next to the study. If you need to go in, you will call the maid.

Fujimu Suhua finished speaking, and did not wait for the response to the two, but her move was more like running away than the impatientness of Fujimoto Ganxiong.

"Eh? Wait a minute ..."

The service department wanted to run over, but didn't catch up, so he had to go back with a question mark: "Really ... why are the people in this family so strange?"

He turned to look at Ye Geyi, but found that the other party's attention had been moved from the threat on the table to the window that was not closed:

"More brother, shouldn't you doubt, the suspect climbed up from this ... 咦? How did the boy come?"

Seeing the looming road, Conan, Maorilan and Fei Yingli were under the leading way of the old housekeeper, and walked towards the villa.

"I remember you said, the Mrs. Fujiko also commissioned a detective in the Tokyo region before entrusting you."

Ye Geng tightened his palms in the dead corner of the opponent's sight, and took the group of nano robots that had just been formed.

"Difficult, that detective is Uncle Maori?"

The corner of the mouth of the service was pulled, and he seemed to want to understand something. He looked at his head and looked down at the bottom, until the sight could not be seen in the sight, and then said:

"No, I don't seem to see that uncle."

"Don't think about it, ask it later."

Ye Geyi did not continue to stay in this room.

Although the evidence left by the suspect is limited, after all, the death of death is coming. Today, what people who say that the Fujia family must be taken away.

The main hall of the villa.

The Maori family who has just arrived here is chatting with Fujiko Ganxiong.

However, the tone of this rich man still did not take it for granted:

"You're a few days ago, the stupid detective who always came to my villa to investigate? I have already said that this is just a boring prank. Are you too exaggerated?"

"Sorry ..."
Chapter completed!