Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 337: I prefer your life to money
In the restaurant of the Himuro Residence Annex, Daimon Yusaku was smoking a cigarette slightly anxiously. From time to time, he looked at Kyoshirou who was sitting opposite and reading a novel without saying a word. He obviously didn't understand why this guy could be in this situation.
I can still read novels, but you must know that the murderer is in this annex.
Although Takekata Takeru who was sitting next to him was scared, he couldn't resist the onset of sleepiness. He held his chin and moved his head little by little. The saliva from the corner of his mouth dripped on the table as he nodded, completely looking like he was asleep.
appearance.
Hayami Reika, who was sitting by the window, still had an unfinished sandwich in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the door. He would be able to see the two police officers as soon as they came back.
The blizzard that finally stopped started again, and the visual range was reduced a lot. She frowned and was a little worried, but she didn't have the contact information of the two police officers, so all she could do was stay in the restaurant and keep the others away.
Record all the time they left and report directly when they return.
"Um?"
Hayami Reika noticed Sousuke Takaji running hurriedly towards the annex in the wind and snow. She noticed the anxiety on his face. She stood up from her seat, put the plate aside and ran towards the entrance.
Why does Officer Takaji have such an expression? And where is the police officer named Yamato?
"Mr. Takaji, what happened?"
When Hayami Reika ran to the entrance, Takaji Sousuke had already pushed the door open. He completely ignored the snowflakes on his body and did not explain that Yamato Kansuke was still behind because he had a sprained foot. He panted heavily and asked directly:
"Aya...Ayatsuji, is she in the restaurant?"
"No, she said she was dizzy and went back to her room to rest."
After hearing this, Fujiwara Yu didn't dare to neglect at all, and ran directly towards Masashi Hiruda's room on the second floor. According to his and Yamato Kansuke's reasoning, Ayatsuji would definitely kill the guy pretending to be Himuro Issei at the end.
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Because only in this way can she get rid of suspicion and throw all the blame on "Issei Himuro", so he must now confirm the situation of Hiruda Masashi.
However, as soon as he ran up to the second floor, he saw many 10,000 yen banknotes scattered on the red carpet, stained with blood, and the banknotes extended all the way to the door of Hiruda Masashi's room.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but feel nervous. He quickly stepped forward and pushed open the door. He saw the dead Masashi Hiruda with his back to the door. After confirming that he had no pulse, he didn't bother to take care of Hayami Reika who was following behind him.
He rushed to the room of "Ichisei Himuro".
He gritted his teeth and ran up to the third floor quickly. He didn't know if Ayatsuji Shina had made a move on "Ichisei Himuro"... Damn it, at least he had to catch one!
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The third floor of the annex.
Himuro Kazsei stood in front of the window and frowned. Although his expression was hidden by sunglasses and a mask, judging from the frequency of his clenched hands trembling, he should be nervous.
Rie Kanana's death did not scare him, but since Michio Akashi's death, he realized that something was wrong... This reminded him that he was not Himuro Issei, and no matter how long he played, he would not be
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His name is Mizunuma Takao, and he is a makeup artist with an average appearance and a very ordinary job. The thing he is best at is probably applying special effects makeup... Oh, I'd rather do it on myself.
Takao Minunuma reached out and took off the sunglasses in front of his eyes, turned to look at himself in the mirror, in order to maintain the "Issei Himuro"
As a person, he gradually disliked looking at himself in the mirror. Every time he looked in the mirror, he would have misconceptions.
What is the illusion?
Probably because of the illusion that he was dead, he suddenly felt that he was Himuro Issei.
Kana and Akashi are already dead, will it be your turn next, right?
This matter must have been done by Hiruda Masashi. Only he knew the crimes they committed ten years ago, but how should he pass the news to the police?
Tell them that I am not Himuro Kazsei, but Takao Minunuma who has been pretending to be him and embezzling property for ten years?
That's absolutely not possible. They will arrest me too. They will destroy the body and embezzle a huge amount of property. I will definitely be sentenced to many years, and I may not even be able to get out of prison for the rest of my life.
Mizunuma Takao sighed deeply. He was indeed happy to enjoy the wealth brought by Himuro Kaishei over the years, but every day he was worried, worried that someone would find out that there was something wrong with his identity.
If God gave him another chance, would he still choose to join forces with Akashi Michio and the others?
Winter winter winter.
The sudden knock on the door frightened Takao Minunuma. He quickly put on his sunglasses again and walked to the door after making sure there was nothing wrong.
When he opened the door, he found Ayatsuji Shina standing outside the house. Why was she looking for him at this time?
"Mr. Himuro, I brewed coffee for everyone, do you want a cup?" Ayatsuji Mariina held the dinner plate, with a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies on it. The smell was very fragrant, and the butter should be
Don't let it go less.
Takao Minuma put down his guard, and reached out to take the plate, ready to enjoy it later, but the moment he lowered his head, he noticed the stain on her sleeves.
It's not the color of coffee, it's dark red.
Is this a blood stain?
Takao Minunuma was glad that he was wearing a mask on his face, otherwise if Ayatsuji Shina's horrified expression was seen, she would just take out an ax and hit him. He pretended to be calm and put the dinner plate on the desk.
Start issuing eviction orders:
"Miss Ayatsuji, you can leave. I don't like others in my room."
"Okay, Mr. Himuro, I'll come back to collect the plates in five minutes. You also know that it will be difficult to wash the cups if they are not washed in time."
Ayatsuji Mariina showed a sweet smile, but in Minunuma Takao's eyes, this smile was like a devil.
After waiting for Ayatsuji to close the door, Takao Minunuma tremblingly picked up his cell phone and prepared to dial the landline number in the restaurant on the first floor. At this time, he could only ask a few people in the restaurant to stop this crazy woman.
Biruta has definitely been killed by her. She can't die, absolutely can't die. Even if it is indefinite, it is better than being killed, at least alive!
However, the sound coming from the phone was that the line was busy. Could it be that Ayatsuji had unplugged the phone line?!
Desperation welled up in his heart. Takao Minunuma ran towards the door and was about to lock it. Unexpectedly, the door was pushed open. He was caught off guard and hit directly on the forehead, causing him to stagger back and fall to the ground.
The sunglasses on the bridge of his nose also fell off, revealing an eye shape completely different from the self-portrait. Even with the burnt makeup, it was certain that these eyes were not those of Himuro Kazsei.
"Mr. Himuro, why haven't you drank coffee yet?" Ayatsuji Mariina bent down to help pick up the sunglasses. She had already put on dust-free gloves on her hands. She arched her eyebrows and said softly: "If you don't drink it, you'll get cold."
"You, you, you, you, don't kill me, I can give you all the inheritance, I will give you all the money!" Takao Minuma's legs were weak. He backed away in fear, only to find that he
Already leaning against the desk, there was no way out.
Ayatsuji Mariina tilted her head. She was not interested in money. All she was interested in was——
"But I prefer your life, the life that can help me escape sin."
She raised the ax and was about to hit Takao Minunuma in the face. When he closed his eyes, she quickly picked up the coffee cup on the table. If she wanted to show the appearance of committing suicide, she could only use poison.