Judy was taking a nap on the sofa in the living room. She suddenly woke up when she heard the sound of the door. She rubbed her eyes and looked up, just in time to see Akai Shuichi who had gone out intact.
"Huh? Are you okay?"
Judy was a little surprised. She thought that what woke her up was an emergency evacuation notice from the FBI ace, or some other unusual commotion, but now it seems that the magic notebook is not as dangerous as imagined.
In other words, after one night, Xiuyi has successfully dug out information from it?
Thinking of this, Judy's eyes moved away from Akai Shuichi and fell on the magic notebook.
She stood up and asked nervously: "How's it going? What's the gain?"
Akai Shuichi, who studied his notes all night: "..." Harvest?
Before getting this private notebook of Mr. Zhengying, he had thought that the lines in this notebook might record some passages related to a mysterious apprentice. And they would follow this mysterious apprentice to catch Uzuo
actual identity.
But in fact, when Akai Shuichi was alert to possible dangers and carefully studied every line above, he found that his only gain... was that he had learned a lot of magic.
Just give him a set of props and he can perform on stage now.
If he were a magician, he would be ecstatic right now. But in fact, he is an FBI, so... this is a hell of a gain.
For a moment, Akai Shuichi had the urge to slam his notebook onto the table.
But as the backbone of the FBI team, facing the curious and expectant looks of his colleagues, he finally could only take a deep breath silently, and then calmly put the notebook back on the table.
"Unfortunately, there is no information about that person." Shuichi Akai summed it up briefly, paused, and then said, "But it can help us understand Uzo's techniques and routines, so that we won't be too embarrassed when we face him in the future.
Too passive.”
Judy: "..." In other words, our plan of "following this notebook to find out Uzo's true identity" really failed?...Wait, why did she say it was true?
…
Unlike the FBI who had stayed up all night and looked a little haggard at the moment.
On the other side, a high school student living an ordinary life had a good sleep and started his new day feeling refreshed.
"The boss went to see Maya Hashimoto yesterday?" Jiang Xia was eating breakfast while looking through the emails received by Uzuo.
Soon he saw the content of his new boy's complaint and was very dissatisfied with what happened in the hotel last night: "They are all employees of the detective agency, but he, Maya Hashimoto, didn't come to see me? - I am comparable to Maya Hashimoto.
Much more senior.”
After lamenting Amuro Toru's partiality, Jiang Xia glanced at the steaming coffee at hand, and suddenly missed the hard-working employee...the boss.
"Idle time is idle." Jiang Xia took a sip of coffee and quickly determined today's itinerary, "Let's go to the detective agency to have a look."
…
Before going to the detective agency, Jiang Xia took a detour and passed the hotel where Maya Hashimoto and Toru Amuro were staying last night.
The foggy tengu and the mermaid went in and floated around. Not long after, the hard-working ghosts happily took back the two large groups of fallen murderous auras.
Wu Zhu's murderous aura belongs to the psychic. Jiang Xia naturally collected these two delicious murderous auras, and then rushed all the way to the detective agency.
Looking from a distance, Jiang Xia sighed: the door is closed, it seems that Amuro Toru missed work again today.
But soon, he discovered something else - a woman in a dark brown suit was standing at the door, lowering her head and talking to a child, and that child was...
"Conan?" Jiang Xia's mood that he hadn't caught Toru Amuro improved again when he ran into this very lucky classmate Ou Huang, "Why are you here?"
When Conan saw him, he breathed a sigh of relief and ran over: "This aunt is here to see you."
Jiang Xia snorted and asked again: "So why are you here?"
Conan: "..."
This is a long story.
After what happened yesterday, he became even more wary of Maya Hashimoto.
Remembering that this suspicious person had joined Jiang Xia's detective agency, Conan decided that it was better to sneak over and take a look on the pretext of sending something to Jiang Xia - the boss of this agency himself was very suspicious. At this time, the two
Suspicious people gathered together... maybe he could get some new clues from them by accident.
However, after taking the bus and wandering all the way, Conan discovered to his disappointment: let alone getting together, this detective agency had not opened at all.
He reluctantly opened the door and looked inside. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and saw an elegantly dressed lady.
"Is it you?" The lady with short, lean hair looked at him in surprise and smiled, "Kid, I remember you were in the newspaper - isn't your brother Jiang Xia here today?"
Conan was talking to her when he found Jiang Xia arriving.
At this time, facing Jiang Xia's problem, Conan could not say that he was just observing Maya Hashimoto.
He then made a random excuse and pushed Jiang Xia towards his wife: "The guests are all coming to the door. Leave me alone and work quickly!"
Jiang Xia: "..."
…
In any case, since I met the client by chance, I definitely can't let him stand outside anymore.
Jiang Xia found the key, opened the door, invited the lady into the house, and heated up the hot water.
The tea would not be served for a while, but fortunately the client had no intention of tasting it.
This elderly but well-maintained lady filled out the registration form, sat on the sofa, and sighed softly: "I came today actually because of my husband's affairs."
Jiang Xia took the form she pushed over, glanced down, and saw "Ninety-Nine Seven Benefits" written in the column of the client's name.
When Conan saw this rare surname, he was surprised and said: "It looks familiar... By the way, we just talked about the deceased Mr. Yasushi Kujiu Yuan yesterday. He seemed to be a master of magic and had a great reputation."
The wife smiled bitterly: "Yes, that is my husband."
"..."
Conan looked embarrassed: "Sorry."
The wife shook her head: "It's nothing. It has been a week since he committed suicide. I have long accepted the fact that he has left."
Jiang Xia heard the emphasis in her words: "Suicide?"
"This is the conclusion given by the police." Mrs. Jiujiu whispered, "But I always feel... Well, he doesn't look like a person who wants to commit suicide at all."
"Really?" Jiang Xia picked up the empty cup and put it down. She turned around and glanced at the hot water that had not yet been heated. She missed her boss who was absent from work very much.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Mrs. Ninety-nine again: "Why don't you explain in detail the situation on the day of his death, and I will help you determine whether it was suicide."
