Yuan Huaiyu walked in the corridor while looking at the decoration of this magnificent hotel. He put his hands in his pockets, his expression was relaxed and even a little comfortable, and he even whistled a few times from time to time.
He stopped in front of a room door and knocked politely.
But the door was motionless and showed no sign of opening.
He was not impatient. He raised his hand again and knocked on the door. This time he was not made to wait long. The door opened a crack from the inside, and a man with squinting eyes and glasses poked his head out and looked doubtfully.
Looking at him:
"Sir, what can I do?"
Yuan Huaiyu smiled but said nothing.
When the man saw this strange guy saying nothing and standing straight at the door, he frowned and covered his vigilance with a humble gesture and said: "If there is nothing wrong, then I..."
He was about to close the door, but found that the door was still firmly open a crack despite several efforts.
Squinting his glasses and looking down, he saw the man's hand pushing the door, preventing him from closing it.
He warned with a trace of panic: "Sir! What do you want to do?! I will call the security guard..."
His voice stopped suddenly.
The pistol held in Yuan Huaiyu's right hand gently turned a few times on the secretary's forehead. When he saw the secretary, he was so frightened that he froze and did not dare to move. He slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
This is actually the banquet hall that the client used to trap the children and blackmail the detectives at the very beginning. The banquet hall at this time was still brightly lit.
Since there was only more than an hour left, the client's secretary also knew that it would not take long for the detectives to return here to submit their investigation report to the client.
It's just that the detectives didn't wait, but instead a madman broke in with a gun pointed at his head. The secretary was also on the verge of crying.
"Sir, if you have something to say, please say it. If you have something to say, please say it carefully... Can you put down the gun first..." The secretary's whole body was twitching slightly like an epilepsy, for fear that the gun in this man's hand would suddenly go off and hit his head.
Make a big hole.
"That's fine...but I want to see the person behind you. Can you help me lead the way?"
Yuan Huaiyu closed the door politely, put down the gun in his hand, and asked the secretary.
The moment he heard this question, various possibilities emerged in Mr. Secretary's mind, but his keen professionalism allowed him to quickly guess that no matter who this person was, he probably had something to do with the detectives.
.
And since it is related to those detectives...the secretary rolled his eyes and said sincerely: "I'm really sorry, I don't know where the client is..."
This was the rhetoric he used when facing the questioning of Moori Kogoro before. As long as the hostages wearing IDs are still in the fantasy park, the other party will definitely use a trap and dare not push too hard...
"Bang!"
Yuan Huaiyu put away the pistol with a silencer and looked at the secretary who was slowly falling to the ground with a blood hole on his forehead: "In that case, you are useless. By the way, even if you don't say anything,
In fact, I also know it.”
The secretary quickly lost his energy and looked at the muzzle of the gun, which was slightly smoking. Before doubts and shock could come to his mind, his consciousness gradually dissipated and returned to nothingness.
Helping the tyrants, helping the client behind the scenes to kidnap women and children in a way that is almost murderous. In Yuan Huaiyu's eyes, this squinty-eyed secretary has long since become a guy who deserves to be killed.
Yuan Huaiyu squatted down next to his body, took out a remote control from his pocket, held the gun and walked to the left side of the screen in the middle of the banquet hall.
After pressing the remote control, a bookshelf in the corner of the banquet hall made a tooth-itching sound, and a secret passage appeared in front of him.
Yuanhuaiyu walked into the secret passage. The secret passage was very dark and long, but Yuanhuaiyu looked like he was taking a walk after eating, his steps were slow and his face was relaxed.
Finally, the secret passage came to the end, and a room illuminated entirely by the light from an electronic screen appeared in front of Yuanhuaiyu.
"Welcome, strange guest. Before we start talking, may I ask your name?"
The client asked, sitting on a rather complex-looking multifunctional chair with his back to Yuanhuaiyu.
"Of course." Since the other party has such a good attitude, Yuan Huaiyu naturally treats him politely, "My name is Yuan Huaiyu, and I have gradually fallen in love with my job as a teacher in recent times."
"Yuanhuaiyu... I always feel like I have heard it somewhere before..." The client fell into deep thought.
"Okay, okay, I didn't come here just to chat - I think you probably guessed the reason why I came, didn't you? Mr. Suehiko Ito, the president of Far East Company."
Yuan Huaiyu rubbed the pistol with his fingers and smiled.
"Although I don't know who you are, it seems that you have figured out the truth of the matter." There was a hint of surprise in Ito Suehiko's tone, "I am very sorry for this appearance. I am sorry for the inconvenience."
He was wearing loose nightgown-like clothes, and his hair and beard looked like they hadn't been groomed for a long time.
"Is it caused by the car accident at the pier?"
"That's right."
The client, Suehiko Ito, seemed to have a bit of sadness in his words: "I came to live here after knowing that I had no way to recover."
"This is a place where I use secret assets to ask friends to help me invest, and Fantasy Park is one of them."
Yuan Huaiyu said calmly: "The friend you mentioned should be Soichiro Miyama, right?"
"That's amazing! I didn't expect you to even find out this..." Suehiko Ito sat up straight and looked like he was listening attentively.
He knew that after these initial pleasantries, it was time to get down to business.
"I don't have much time left to live, so I need a detective who has the ability to find out the truth. He not only has a good mind, but also has good skills."
"Originally, I thought this person might be Kogoro Mouri or the pair of Eastern and Western high school detectives... Please tell me the truth you found."
He subconsciously thought that this person was also one of the detectives who was asked to help.
"On April 8, the name of the real culprit who shot and killed Nishio Masaharu of Far East Company from the toilet opposite the building is..."
"Shimizu Reiko."
Yuan Huaiyu answered calmly.
An answer that he knew would not be recognized by the man in front of him.