Hota Fumiko leaned against the window, looking at the city lights in the distance, reaching out and stroking the necklace around her neck.
At the same time, President Hotta's bedroom.
He put on his pajamas, and while getting angry at his unfilial children, he sat in the recliner, planning to read the newspaper for a while and then rest.
At this time, he accidentally glanced and suddenly found a rectangular wooden box on the table.
"Huh? What is this."
President Hotta picked it up and found that it was a wine box with a trademark engraved on the upper part and the year "1989" on the bottom.
"It's rye whiskey from 1989." President Hota's face softened slightly, and he opened the lid of the box, "I don't know which bastard gave it to me as a birthday gift..."
boom--!!
The wine box exploded, and a sea of hot air swept through the bedroom, swallowing up the figure sitting on the wicker chair.
…
"explode?!"
Several people in the restaurant stood up. Jiang Xia turned to look outside the door. Akai Shuichi had already strode over.
The three detectives followed quickly. When they reached the door and looked out, they saw a nearby bedroom with the door wide open - behind the charred door, President Hotta lay on the ground with his eyes open and his eyes open. He looked like he was dead.
Got the breath.
"master?!"
"dad!"
Other people in the villa were also alerted by the explosion and ran over one after another.
Jiang Xia took a few steps forward and raised her hand to block the person who was about to enter the house: "Don't destroy the scene. I'll go in and take a look first."
"Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are!" The eldest son, who has been overseas all year round, snorted coldly, "And hasn't that guy already gone in?"
He raised his hand and pointed back. Jiang Xia turned around unexpectedly and saw Akai Shuichi had walked into the house and stopped next to the body.
Jiang Xia: "..." You have to enter this yourself. If something happens, it has nothing to do with the innocent Wu Zuo.
In the room, Akai Shuichi looked at the body and looked back at the family members of the deceased: "The person is dead, and there is a high possibility of a secondary explosion in this room. If you want to be bombed like your father, you can come in now.
"
Two people: "!"
After being stiff for a second, the eldest son who was originally rushing in front quietly stepped in front of his wife and said, "Qingmei, hurry in and take a look."
The sister-in-law snorted: "Don't be ridiculous. Since my father is dead, this is the scene of the murder. We idlers can't just go in, otherwise we will cause trouble to others."
Conan: "..." What a family with a loving father and a filial son.
Mouri Kogoro came to his senses slowly and said to Akai Shu: "You come out too! Don't think that you can just enter the scene just by pretending to be reasonable!"
Suzuki Sonoko whispered to Mao Lilan quietly: "No wonder when he was in New York, if he couldn't persuade you to leave, you just didn't persuade him to leave - this FBI's law enforcement method is really rough."
Jiang Xia turned to them and reminded the two distracted onlookers: "Call the police first."
…
When Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko called the police, Conan also sneaked into the house quietly.
He was worried about letting the suspicious Shuichi Akai enter the murder scene alone.
"In my impression, black organizations often assassinate prominent figures from all walks of life. In addition, those figures themselves are probably members of their organization, just like the Pisco who died in the fire a while ago - he
On the surface, he is the president of a large company, but secretly he is actually a senior organization member who has seen Haibara Ai when he was a child."
Conan looked at President Hotta who was lying on the ground: "This president actually has contact with Shuichi Akai, and even specially invited him to his family dinner - maybe they are actually colleagues in private. And for some reason,
Shuichi Akai brutally silenced him."
"If this is the case, then I must keep an eye on this vicious knitted hat and not let him have the opportunity to erase the evidence."
With this thought in mind, Conan tried his best to avoid Akai Shuichi's gaze and slipped to the side of the body.
He looked down at the lifeless body and found that there were many small glass fragments stuck in his hands. In addition, the slightly burnt sleeves seemed to be stained with some strange colors.
"Glass fragments..." Conan glanced around and quickly landed on a palm-sized piece of broken wood. "Is this a whiskey box? Fortunately, the icon on it was not completely burned... Rye whiskey?"
This highly potent alcohol reminded him of gin and vodka - if he remembered correctly, the cadres in that organization were code-named after alcohol.
"Is it a coincidence that this bottle of wine appears here, or is it some kind of mark?" Conan secretly wrote down the name of the wine and planned to ask Haiyuan Ai about it when he went back. "It's a pity that Haiyuan guy is very strict. Ask her
If she can answer one out of ten sentences, it’s good.”
After thinking about this matter briefly, Conan continued to observe the scene.
At this time, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko whispered.
Jiang Xia looked at them: "What's wrong?"
Suzuki Sonoko held her cell phone and sighed: "The signal here is really bad. We went to the housekeeper to borrow a landline, but the phone line was cut by someone, and we can't contact the police now."
"This is a broken signal." My sister-in-law couldn't help scolding her when she heard this, "I've said it a long time ago. It's better to live in the city when you're old. It's close to the hospital and the police, but my father insisted on building a villa on the top of the mountain to show off.
——It’s okay now, let alone seek medical treatment. If you die, you won’t even be able to call the police.”
Jiang Xia glanced at Akai Shuichi next to him from the corner of his eye, maintaining the attitude that a high school student should have, and said: "It's raining now, so it's normal for the signal to fluctuate. It should be fine when the rain stops - I'm free."
Since you have nothing to do, why not talk about your relationship with your father?"
The eldest son pushed up his glasses and unexpectedly understood the process very well: "Are you trying to say that the murderer who planted the bomb is probably one of us?"
Jiang Xia nodded: "Judging from the scene, the explosives should have been exploded in the hands of the deceased. And there were no signs of intrusion on his bedroom window - if it were not someone at home, it would be difficult to quietly put the explosives on
He has it at hand."
"That's it." The eldest son accepted this smoothly, and then he turned to his sister even more smoothly, "Fumiko, you are the murderer."
Before Hota Fumiko spoke, Mouri Kogoro cleared his throat and began to defend the young lady who had used his car: "To solve a case, you need evidence. Why do you say that?"
My sister-in-law helped: "Of course it's because among all of us, Wenzi hates her father the most - as early as 5 years ago, she had severed the relationship between father and daughter and ran away from home, but tonight, she came back, and she just came back
, my father was killed by a bomb... Doesn’t this kind of coincidence explain the problem? "
