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Chapter 594 Beretta M92F

 The next morning.

According to the agreement, Fujiwara Yu went to Dr. Agasa's house early in the morning to pick up the young detective team and rushed in the direction of Shuangbao Town. He increasingly felt that buying a business car was the right choice, as this was the only way to carry a car full of children.

Haibara Ai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at Fujiwara Yu who was yawning profusely. She took out a sandwich wrapped in tin foil from her backpack and asked aloud:

"Would you like something to eat? You probably don't have time to make breakfast, right?"

"Asami made it for me."

When Fujiwara Yu said these words, there was still a happy smile on his lips. However, in Haihara Ai's eyes, happiness turned into showing off. This guy was definitely showing off that he could eat the breakfast cooked by his sister.

Haibara Ai glared at Fujiwara Yuu, threw the sandwich directly to Genta Kojima, who looked eager in the back seat, and directly raised the phone to act coquettishly to her sister, who also wanted to eat the food cooked by her sister.

After realizing it later, Fujiwara Yu carefully glanced at Haibara Ai's expression and cursed in his heart: Sister control is really scary.

The distance between Mikka Town and Soho Town is not far. Even though there is a lot of traffic in the morning, it doesn't take much time to arrive. After getting off the car, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked at the house in front of him and said in surprise:

“I didn’t expect there to be a house with this kind of structure, it feels like a staircase!”

"This is the type that Professor Moritani hates the most." Edogawa Conan stared at the irregular buildings in front of him and complained in a low voice.

Fujiwara Yu has no intention of going up. He has a high degree of trust in Kudo Shinichi. Besides, even if Kudo and Miyano Shiho are not present, he is not very worried about what will happen to these children.

He rolled down the window, looked at the people, and warned:

"You guys don't cause any trouble to Mr. Yuan. I will stop here and wait for you. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

After Fujiwara Yu watched several children go upstairs, he reached into his pocket and took out an unopened pack of Seven Stars cigarettes. But before he opened the wrapper, he gave up the idea of ​​smoking to refresh himself and honestly opened the car door and turned the corner to the street.

Walk to the convenience store.

Accompanied by the electronic sound of "Welcome", he skillfully went to the freezer and took a can of black coffee. Feeling that staying in the car was boring, he walked towards the snack area.

Buzz buzz.

The vibrating sound from the mobile phone made Fujiwara Yu retract his hand that wanted to take the potato chips. He picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was actually Miyano Shiho calling. His face suddenly changed and he quickly paid for the coffee in his hand while answering the call.

While on the phone, he rushed towards Yuan Jiaming's house.

Facts have proved that his intuition is very strong, and the news on the other end of the phone is not good.

"You should come over quickly, Yuan Jiaming is dead."

"Okay, you and Kudo protect the scene, I'll be there soon!"

How did Yuan Jiaming die? Was he killed by the organization?

Fujiwara Yu frowned deeply. He vaguely felt that things had become complicated. He thought that Oki Isomatsu was not killed by an organization and he could breathe a sigh of relief. But now that Hara Jiaming is also dead... could he have made a mistake in his judgment?

He quickly ran up to the fourth floor, not forgetting to put on his gloves before entering the door. He took out a portable purple light from his pocket and shined it on the floor. After confirming that there were no adult footprints, he opened the shoe cabinet next to him.

The slippers in the shoe cabinet are neatly arranged, and the accumulated dust indicates that these slippers have not been used recently, so the murderer did not come in wearing slippers? Is the relationship between the murderer and Yuan Jiaming familiar enough to warrant not wearing slippers?

Fujiwara Yu held his chin and thought for a moment, then closed the door of the shoe cabinet before walking into the crime scene. When he saw the body of Hara Jiaming lying in a pool of blood, he could clearly see that his body was in a severe state of rigor mortis, indicating that

He might have died yesterday.

Edogawa Conan, who was standing aside, pointed at the thing in the pool of blood and reminded:

"Brother Yingji, look over there, there is a small wine glass."

There was a broken small wine glass placed on the left side of Yuan Jiaming's body, which was consistent with what Oki Iwamatsu saw at the scene, both of which were split into two.

Serial murder? Now it is confirmed that the small wine glass was left by the murderer. This stupid behavior is obviously provoking the police.

Fujiwara Yuu untied Hara Jiaming's shirt with a gloomy face, and he discovered that this time it was not a stab wound, but a gunshot wound.

Why did the murderer suddenly change the way he committed the murder? You must know that the sound of a gunshot is likely to be discovered by nearby residents, which is much more risky than stabbing with a knife.

He opened the wound on his chest with his hands and forcibly took out a bullet, which was a 9mm pistol bullet.

Edogawa Conan was very happy after seeing the pistol bullets. He smiled and said:

"It's a 9mm bullet! Brother Yingji, if you check the rifling, is there any chance to find out which gun fired the bullet?!"

"Idiot, are you stupid?" Fujiwara Yu stared at the half-moon eyes. He held the bullet in his hand and asked: "Who are you going to check on? Will they tell you obediently, do I have a pistol here?"

Edogawa Conan scratched the back of his head. He was indeed happy too early. He turned to look at the young detective team who did not dare to approach, but noticed something was wrong with Haibara Ai's expression.

It's strange. Logically speaking, Haiyuan wouldn't be afraid of this kind of scene.

9mm bullet.

Haihara Ai clenched her fists hard, and a terrifying conjecture emerged in her mind. Could it be that he killed Yuan Jiaming? No, Fujiwara Yu must be reminded to investigate this case carefully.

She quickly came to Fujiwara Yu's side and expressed her conjecture under his surprised gaze:

"Beretta M92F uses 9mm bullets, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Gin's favorite pistol is the Beretta M92F. Is Hara Jiaming related to the organization?" Haibara Ai knows very well what kind of people the organization likes to recruit. People like Hara Jiaming who can create people who can predict the future

The machine was completely the target of the organization. Now that he was shot and killed, it's hard not to think of it.

Fujiwara Yu's pupils shrank suddenly. After seeing the small wine glass, he did not associate the case with the organization. But what if the organization used Oki Isomatsu's murderer this time and wanted to fake it into a serial murder case?

Thinking of this, he immediately went to check the shot glass, and sure enough, none of the fragments were stained with blood. This showed that the murderer put this thing here after a while, and also showed that the murderer stayed in the room for a while after the murder.

What are they going to do during this time?

Fujiwara Yu thought of Hara Karaki's work, and he immediately ran towards the study room. After turning on the computer, he was sure that Miyano Shiho's guess was correct - Hara Karaki was killed by the organization, and if not Gin, it was another member.

All the files in the computer have disappeared and been cleaned very clean.

Sure enough, Yuan Jiaming communicated with the organization on his home computer, so was it because he was killed because he was silenced?

What secrets did he learn about the organization? Damn it, if only he had noticed it earlier!


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