Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 285: You are really a suspicious man
After getting the information he wanted, there was no need to continue chatting. After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Yu turned his head and looked at Chiha Akihara, who was holding a notepad and checking it carefully. He didn't expect Chiha-san to be impatient, otherwise
He won't directly take his phone away.
He felt a little pity when he thought that Chihata Akihara was just a traffic policeman. It was not easy to react quickly to this accident, which showed that her logical reasoning ability was not weak. At least it was better than those in Yamanashi Prefecture who characterized Hosho Mitsuru's suicide as an ordinary suicide.
Good luck to the detective.
Fujiwara Yu flexibly turned the pen in his hand with one hand. He looked at Chiha Akihara who was silent and asked proactively:
"Officer Qiansu, you must agree with what I think? Four coincidences are unrealistic. I think these four people are the culprits who jointly caused the accident. They are also the four people who indirectly caused the suicide of Mihe Hosei.
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Chisato Akihara put down the notepad in her hand, glanced meaningfully at Sosuke Takaji, and then nodded in approval:
"Yes, I agree with you. Now I understand why Chongwu's friend asked Chongwu to be a free bodyguard. He was afraid that someone would take revenge on them after knowing their conspiracy."
"Yes, but the suspicion of these four people cannot be completely ruled out. They may also have committed crimes."
Before in-depth investigation, Fujiwara Yu never draws a firm conclusion. He is very cautious when it comes to cases, and can even be described as more suspicious. Of course, this is not because he is not confident in his analysis, but that things have many sides.
Now he just listened to one-sided remarks and jumped to conclusions directly, which would be irresponsible for the incident.
Chisato Akihara took out the beer from the plastic bag at her feet. She skillfully pulled the tab and took a sip, sighing:
"You are really a suspicious man, but as a detective, it's good to be suspicious."
Fujiwara Yu just smiled and didn't reply. He always felt that the way Qi Yuan Chihao looked at him was a little weird, and he didn't know if he was thinking too much or if it was really the case. All in all, it would be better to talk less to her and reduce the number of words.
Communicate to avoid exposing problems.
For the next three and a half hours, the two of them didn't say a word, especially in the second half of the journey. Chisuke Akihara tilted his head and fell asleep leaning against the window glass, even holding a glass of wine in his hand.
Finished beer.
Originally, Fujiwara Yu was still worried about whether it would be difficult to wake up Chisuke Akihara, but as soon as the arrival announcement in the car rang, Chisuke Akihara, who was still sleeping, seemed to have received a mysterious signal and woke up immediately.
The first thing I did after coming here was to raise my head and drink the beer in my hand.
Did she...really fall asleep?
Chihaki Akihara took out a handkerchief to wipe away the beer that spilled from the corner of her mouth. She stood up and easily picked up two plastic bags containing beer, handing them to Takaji Sousuke very smoothly. The latter naturally took them according to the etiquette of a gentleman.
One after another, people successfully arrived at the parking lot under the signs inside the station.
Yamanashi 500 and 3491.
Looking up along the license plate, I found that it was a dark gray Nissan Plar two-door station wagon.
This old car from more than ten years ago has been well maintained.
Fujiwara Yu took out the car key, turned on the driver's seat and got in. After he stretched out his hand to fasten the seat belt, he began to adjust the seat that suited him. There was no way, who made him 1.9 meters tall and his legs were nearly 1.2 meters tall?
length.
Chisato Akihara sat in and fastened her seat belt quickly. She opened the glove box in front of her and took out a map of Yamanashi Prefecture. After seeing the route drawn with a red marker, she frowned and said:
"The road after entering the mountain is really winding. It is only 40 kilometers away, but it feels like it takes an hour to drive."
"It will take almost an hour." Fujiwara Yu started the car and started to drive away, not forgetting to express concern: "If you are hungry, go buy some fast food to eat. You won't have dinner directly when you get there."
"No, I bought a sandwich. If you are hungry, I will drive it." Chisato Akihara took out a sandwich with tuna salad and ham salad from the plastic bag. This is her favorite taste, and she must be satisfied even if it is high in calories.
Taste bud preferences.
After Fujiwara Yu saw the tuna in the sandwich, disgust flashed across his face for 5 seconds. He shook his head calmly. He would not eat it even if he was hungry. If he wanted to eat fish, he would have to wait until next life.
Under Chihata Akihara's guidance, she didn't take a single wrong turn, and it only took her fifty minutes to navigate this complicated mountain road. After parking the car, she opened the car door and looked at the mountain half surrounded by forest.
Mansion, I can’t help but sigh:
"Building such a big house on the mountain is really luxurious."
Hidden rich second-generation Fujiwara Yuu doesn't find it that strange. His mansion in Tokyo is larger than the Phantom Hall. After all, the kyu dojo still takes up a lot of space.
The two came to the front door of the illusion hall. Fujiwara Yu raised his hand and knocked twice on the wooden door. Within two minutes, the door was opened inwards.
What appeared in front of them was a silver-haired old man about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a light purple sweater with a bright yellow shirt. He was standing politely at the door. If he hadn't introduced himself, he would have almost mistaken him for a hallucination.
The butler of the memorial hall.
"Welcome to the illusion hall, I am Masaomi Yumori. It must be hard to come to the villa in the mountains."
He was obviously speaking words of concern, but his expression was very cold. His slightly hollow eyes and deep tear troughs gave people the inexplicable feeling that he no longer had any expectations for life.
"Thanks to the route drawn by Mr. Goshimada, we had a smooth journey along the way."
"When I introduce myself later, I'll bother you two to lie and just say that I'm a musical instrument collector."
"no problem."
"Well, then please come with me."
Yuzuki Masaomi walked all the way to the reception area, opened the door, and the woman with medium-length brown hair sitting opposite the door showed a look of surprise. She looked at the three people who walked into the house with some doubts, and asked:
"Ah? Where is Goshimada? Didn't he come here with you?"
"Mr. Goshimada will come with Mr. Yokomori. Let me introduce myself a little. I am Sosuke Takaji, the musical instrument collector who was invited to the party. You can just call me Takaji."
"I am Chisawa Akihara, Mr. Takashi's assistant. Just call me Akihara."
After the two briefly introduced themselves, the arrogant man with broken hair sitting on the sofa let out a "tsk". It was not that he was unhappy with the new people joining the party, but he unceremoniously accused Goshimada who was not present.
study:
"Tsk, Goshimada, this loser, is always so slow, yet he is still responsible for taking care of Yuguri-sensei. And he is actually late for such an important day. It's so unreliable!"
"Forget it Kirishima, she's not just a nanny, she's also our classmate after all." The man with medium-long hair and glasses said with a smile, but he didn't mean to praise Goshimada at all when he said this.
The man with grandma-grey hair put his hands in his pockets and looked out the window, with a wicked smile on his lips:
"But it's really unlucky. This party was supposed to be held last week, but it happened to be caught up in a typhoon today... If someone was killed in the fight for the successor seat, the police wouldn't rush over!"
"Murasame! What nonsense are you talking about? There should be a limit to joking!"
Fujiwara Yu and Akiwara Chisato couldn't help but look at each other. No wonder Yumizari Masaomi asked them to lie. It seemed that this party was not simple. It could be heard from the words that Mr. Yumizari would choose his successor today.
The successor of the concertmaster? That is indeed a title that many people aspire to... This is the shortest way to the concertmaster's path.