"Dangdangdang......"

As the investigation continued, a piercing warning sound was heard at a nearby railway intersection that lasted for several minutes until the train passed.

Gao Cheng stood by the guardrail of the aisle outside the apartment, looking at the street after the rain for a while, Conan was discussing something in a whisper, especially Conan, who looked a little impatient and had an eager expression.

Gao Cheng collapsed his eyelids, looked at Mr. Kobayashi on the other side, and found Twilight who answered the suspect's phone.

"Brother Joto," Twilight said on the phone, "this is Miss Toonda, who is also a freelance writer, and said that she made a call from her house yesterday......"

"Hey, is there anything else?" A visibly impatient female voice came from the phone, "So what the hell is going on, Mr. Policeman?" Did that guy get into any trouble? ”

"Uh," Twilight responded, "We have some ...... about Mr. Sugimori"

"There's nothing left to do."

Gao Cheng hung up the phone directly in his stunned eyes.

"The time of the Dongdu Ring Line passing here every day is basically the same, and the time of this Miss Pengtian's message is exactly the time when the train passes, so it is impossible for there to be no sound if you are nearby......

Twilight nodded in a daze, "Then only Mr. Inaba will be left." ”

Xingrong Pavilion, the editor-in-chief who received the call from the police again sounded very busy, and the background sound was full of various shouts, and there were people asking the editor-in-chief questions.

"Inaba? He went out on a motorcycle to have a seminar with writers, but we can't help it, we have a busy business here, and we don't have enough people......"

"It doesn't matter," Gao Cheng continued, "just ask a few questions." ”

"You are?"

"Ah, I'm Takasei Shiroto, a special adviser to the Metropolitan Police Department......"

"Chenghu Gaocheng? Isn't that the detective? The editor-in-chief was surprised, "Did Inaba really do something?" ”

"It's not an important thing, it's just to confirm the information of a few people, Mr. Inaba just happens," Gao Cheng asked calmly, "I don't know if there is anything special about yesterday noon?" ”

"Something special?" The editor-in-chief recalled in a deep voice, "It doesn't seem to be anything special, the editorial department is still so busy, so busy that I feel like I have a cold, but today is much better......"

"Has Mr. Inaba always been riding a motorcycle?"

"Well, because there is no special car here, you don't have to worry about the locomotive even if it is a traffic jam, so Inaba has always used her own old locomotive......"

"Does Mr. Inaba know a freelance writer named Masato Sugimori?"

"Sugimori? I seem to know each other, but it seems to have fallen out before...... Sorry, there's a lot going on on my side......"

"The last question," Gao Cheng said, "is about the night game"

"Huh?"

"Because Mr. Inaba mentioned the night game in the phone message."

"Ah, this, it's the professional baseball game for the past two days, I originally wanted to go, but it turned out to be very uncomfortable, my eyes were bloodshot, and I could only sleep at home, but I could go today, but the weather was a little worrying......" The editor-in-chief spoke, and suddenly interrupted, "Wait a minute, Inaba is back, can I ask him something......"

"In that case, you can let him ride a motorcycle directly to Mr. Sugimori's house...... Yes, because there are several other suspects, it would be better to ask them in person......"

After Gao Cheng got a response, he hung up the phone, and when he looked up, he saw a few police officers who looked like curious babies.

"Is Mr. Inaba the murderer?" Twilight was the first to come back to her senses.

"Because now he is the only one who is suspected in the end......," Gao Cheng said of course, "It's right to call over and ask, right?" Otherwise, it can only be assumed that the murderer originally planned to leave a message, but in the end he suddenly gave up...... That's a lot of range, right? ”

"That's right...... Officer Twilight said with a dry smile, "Then let's look at Mr. Sugimori's social relations...... Takagi? ”

"Yes, Police!"

"Brother Joto," Ayumi asked worriedly, "Kobayashi-sensei isn't a prisoner, is he?" ”

"Of course not," Gao Cheng said with a smile, "Because Mr. Kobayashi has always been single, and there will be no emotional disputes, there is almost no intersection with the victim except for this interview ......"

"But ......"

"Of course, there is an absolute reason, that is, the victim will not let the woman into his room, if you want to say the reason......

Gao Cheng took a photo of the corpse at the scene, and his eyes fell on a key with a silver pony logo.

Mr. Sugimori lives in such a one-bedroom apartment of no more than 10 square meters, but he wears a name tag and has a key to a Ferrari sports car on his belt, which shows that he is the kind of person who would rather cut his living expenses in order to maintain a life in a famous car......

"And the room keys are not put together, which shows that Sugimori is actually a person who loves vanity, which is also the reason why Miss Qinghua, who refuses to bring a second message, home."

"Really?" Ayumi was happy, and ran away to talk to Mr. Kobayashi.

Gao Cheng had no choice but to put down the photo.

In any case, the current editor named Inaba is undoubtedly the most suspicious person, and the relationship between the editor and the freelance writer is also different from that of others, and he is the most likely person to enter Sugimori's room.

Although the information collected is not very sufficient, after ruling out the suspicion of several other people, it is still possible to find subtle loopholes in Inaba's message.

In the message, the editor-in-chief not only answered the voice of the date, but also talked about the competition.

"Editor-in-chief, are you really going to watch the night game today?"

"It's okay, it's a game at the Dongdu Gymnasium today......"

At first glance, it doesn't seem like much, but when it is brought into context, it can produce a lot of associations.

The Q&A room seemed to be worried about something, and then the editor-in-chief thought that it didn't matter if it was playing at the Dongdu Gymnasium, and there was a logical relationship between the two, but nothing special happened last night, and the weather was sunny all day.

It's today's game, because it may rain, so you don't have to worry about the game in the Dongdu Gymnasium......

Judging from other aspects, there is no doubt that the murderer should be Inaba, but there is a line in everything, at least until the evidence is found to be completely certain before he can confess to the twilight.

You can't always be like an uncle, because of Conan's relationship, his speech is always inconsistent, and changing his words is simply a home-cooked dish, and Twilight, who has long been used to it, will not be surprised.

Gao Cheng looked back at Conan.

This guy is obviously also waiting for Inaba to come over, and this kind of case is not difficult in the first place.

"Hey," Conan said depressedly, "I didn't say a word......

"I didn't mention that."

Gao Cheng pursed his lips, just when he heard the sound of a locomotive downstairs, a square-faced young man dressed as a clerk parked his motorcycle covered with mud and dirt, took off his helmet and hurried upstairs.

Gao Cheng's gaze swept over the youth.

Unlike Sugimori, who pays attention to the image, the person who came was wearing old clothes, and the rain boots were tattered and full of scratches, and he looked like a rather unparticular person, and the only new thing was the gloves on his hands, and even the price tag was not torn off, so it was estimated that he bought and put them on the way in a hurry.

"What the hell is going on, Mr. Policeman?" The square-faced young man glanced at Gao Cheng, Mr. Kobayashi and Conan, and avoided the sight of a few officers who found the scene, "What's wrong with Mr. Sugimori?" ”