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Chapter 2690 2694 [Three Magicians]

Yushi Momochi cursed in his mind for a while after his magic failed, and then he realized something.

He looked at Mrs. Ninety-nine: "Master's wife, why did you suddenly invite a detective here?"

Mrs. Ninety-nine remembered the suspicion the detectives had towards the three apprentices when they were in the detective agency just now, and said awkwardly: "This..."

"Do you still need to ask?" A voice with a slightly longer ending came from the side. At the corner of the second floor, a long-haired woman stepped down the steps in high heels and stopped in front of Jiang Xia.

She raised her eyes and looked at the visitor, thoughtfully: "Of course the reason for inviting such a famous detective at this time is to investigate the real cause of Master's death - that's right, young Mr. Detective."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and patted Jiang Xia's shoulder gently.

The next moment, there was a roaring sound, and the black coat on Jiang Xia's body suddenly became bulging. Five or six pigeons flapped their wings, and one after another emerged from the open collar as if fleeing for their lives, and flew elsewhere.

The mermaid who had been robbed of its territory angrily chased it out and slapped the last pigeon with its tail. The pigeon was so frightened that the pigeon's face turned pale. It flapped its big wings twice as hard and quickly surpassed the leading one, leaping away like a rocket.

"If you want to perform pigeon magic, you must at least achieve this level." Miyoshi Mazi turned to look at his junior brother, then looked at the pigeons flying away, frowning slightly, "But...these pigeons are today

What happened?"

Momochi Yuji had no time to care about pigeons or pigeons. He had already been attracted by the words of this beautiful senior sister: "Wait a minute, what do you mean by investigating the real cause of Master's death? Didn't Master commit suicide in the basement? The police have already closed the case.

.”

"Do you really believe them when they say that?" Asako Miyoshi shook his head slightly, "Master is not someone who would commit suicide. There are also poker cards left at the scene of the crime - my wife must have thought it was strange."

The more Yuji Momochi listened, the more he felt that he had missed a lot: "Why don't I know what poker is?"

"That's it." Mrs. Jiujiu sighed, took out the two playing cards stuck together from her bag, and handed them to the young apprentice to see, "The scene was very chaotic at the time, so you probably didn't pay much attention."

"Oh, that's what you're talking about." Momochi Yuji suddenly realized, "I saw it, but what's so strange about it? Master, you may not know, but many poker magic tricks use this kind of sticking technique.

It should just be something the master used for practice, and the police also said that the master committed suicide... huh?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the poker in his hand.

"That's right." Sanada Ichisan suddenly appeared and tore off the stolen card with a sneer, and continued to tear it into four pieces. "The matter is now over, even if you detectives turn this place upside down, you have already found

No clues left."

Toru Amuro: "?"

He didn't expect that this guy would dare to destroy evidence so openly. He was about to grab the remaining playing cards, but at this time, Toru Amuro suddenly noticed something and made a move.

"No matter how long the investigation takes, the only truth you can get..." Sanada Kaizo raised his hand and scattered the crumbs in his hand all over the sky. However, the next moment, what fell was not the poker crumbs, but the

Colorful playing cards.

In the midst of this magic poker rain, this young genius magician showed an arrogant and confident smile, and continued what he had just said: "There is only the fact that 'there are two genius magicians and now I am the only one left'.

"

Jiang Xia: "..." This group of magicians really has the habit of performing magic anytime and anywhere, and except for the one that failed at the beginning, the other two have become quite good - then again, I don't know that Maya Hashimoto is looking for a magician.

How's your search going?

Just as I was thinking about it, he was opposite.

Sanada Ichisan looked at the poker words floating around, then looked at the guests in front of him, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I tore off such important physical evidence, and you don't even care?"

"Tear it up if you want." Jiang Xia came back to his senses, reached out and took out two playing cards stuck together from his pocket, "Because the real physical evidence was just put in my pocket by you.

.”

Sanada Ichizo: "..."

You're a detective, why do you still steal the magician's lines? You've already said everything, so what should I say?

"...Ha, he is indeed a famous detective with strong observation skills."

It would be really shameful to remain silent at this time. Sanada Kazuzo frankly admitted the power of his opponent and spread his hands: "But what I just said is true - I advise you not to waste your time, even if you continue

If we continue to investigate, nothing will be found here."

As he spoke, he picked up his pockets and walked away.

In the hall, Toru Amuro looked at the magician's back, always feeling that this arrogant attitude was similar to that of Uzo.

He tentatively said to Mrs. Jiujiu: "Does this apprentice of yours have a bad relationship with your husband? - Mr. Jiujiu Yuankang passed away not long ago. He mentioned this matter as if nothing happened."

"That's not necessarily the case." Asako Miyoshi squatted down gently and reached out to turn over some playing cards. "Look, the suits on the bottom of the cards are different. This means that several decks of cards are mixed together. Sanada has always been a bit obsessive-compulsive, and usually

He doesn’t know how to mess around with poker - from this point of view, the sudden death of his master should be a big shock to him."

Mrs. Ninety-nine sighed and agreed very much: "Sanada was young when he became a disciple. Over the years, he has always regarded my husband as his father..."

As she was talking, she suddenly stopped and smiled: "Fumino? Come and say hello, a guest is here."

Jiang Xia followed her line of sight and saw that the door of a nearby room had been pushed open at some point, and a fashionably dressed little girl came out. The child was about six or seven years old and looked to be about the same age as Conan.

"Conan?" The little girl glanced around and saw the guests downstairs. She looked surprised, "Huh? There is also Mr. Jiang Xia! - I often see you on TV."

Jiang Xia nodded and said hello to her, then looked at Conan: "Your classmate?"

Conan scratched his head, thought for a long time, and finally remembered: "Oh, it's true. But I remember that she is in Class A, the same school as me and a different class."

While she was talking, Ninety-nine Fumino ran downstairs and stopped in front of them. She happily asked Conan: "What's the matter with you suddenly coming to my house?"

Conan: "..." Let's investigate how your father died... Wait, as a child who just lost his father, aren't you a little too cheerful?


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