By this time, the others had sorted out the numbers from "two" to "eight" in their names, but they were still skeptical of Twilight's claims.

Nana Koyamauchi leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and her voice was much louder than usual:

"I have no intersection with Murakami at all, and it is the first time I have met this detective uncle! Besides, there are so many people named Nana, why is he eyeing me! ”

"Calm down, didn't the officer say it, it's all speculation." Peter Ford comforted her with a wide palm.

The foreigner spoke in English and said in a rap-like rhythm, "By the way, my situation is the same, I don't know Murakami Shojo, and I haven't been in contact with Mr. Kogoro Mori before today." ”

"That's ......", the Dusk Police Department was a little confused, if all four of them were like this, then the numbers in their names might really be just a coincidence.

He couldn't help but look at the remaining two freelancers, "You are the same?" ”

Both shook their heads at the same time.

Minoru Nishina frowned slightly, trying to recall, "I once interviewed Murakami before he was imprisoned, and I also published a short article about him, as for whether to praise him or scold him at the time...... I really can't remember. ”

He couldn't remember what he was talking about at that time, and he couldn't reverse his thoughts—ten years was enough to make a person's brain circuit very different from before, not to mention that he was not famous at that time, and he wrote a lot of things that went against his heart in order to make a living.

"I've met Murakami too." Shishido pushed his sunglasses, "A few years ago, I took portraits of a group of murderers, and one of the people who took them at that time was Murakami Akirashi, and his appearance was quite impressive. ”

After a pause, he leaned back in his chair and added with a look of conviction, "Of course, I photographed him very handsomely, and he couldn't have come to me for revenge because he didn't shoot well." ”

"Hmm...... I understand. The Twilight Police Department said this, but there was still a fog in their hearts.

If you want to say that these four people have nothing to do with the case, this neat list of names is too coincidental.

But if there is a relationship, then this relationship is too weak, and unlike "eight" to "thirteen", except for Maori himself and Shiratori Renzaburo, several other people have little friendship with Maori Kogoro.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't come up with an answer, and in the end, Twilight could only move out of the old words and persuade her teammates to convince herself:

"We can't guess the thoughts of murderers, and some people are even hated and dismembered just because they glanced at the prisoner when they passed by......"

Hearing this, Nana Koyamauchi's expression suddenly became difficult.

She was really a person who didn't have much of a city, and soon her sideburns were sweating, her lips were pursed, and her hands were on the wing of her nose, as if she was afraid that others would not see that she was nervous.

As the door panel tilted its head to drain a bottle of fruit wine and placed the empty can aside, its gaze stopped at Nana Koyamauchi for a few seconds.

The bird, which also had no city, quickly saw what the humans were worried about, and its eyes narrowed, and it habitually slapped the table, opening its mouth to make her explain quickly.

The others were startled by its movement, and turned their heads to look at him, and the door panel only slowly remembered someone's warning, he opened his mouth, "You ......" for a few seconds, and then turned the corner against everyone's puzzled eyes, and said in a casual warm voice, "...... Do you remember something? ”

Nana Koyamauchi bit her nails and asked instead of answering, "You said before that Murakami was released from prison eight days ago?" ”

"Yes." Twilight nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." The Twilight Police Department begins to wonder why she asks this.

After confirming it again, Nana Koyamauchi breathed a sigh of relief visibly, she relaxed, slowly leaned back in the chair, and tapped her fingers on the armrest twice, "Then it has nothing to do with me." ”

Looking around and finding that everyone was looking at her, Nana Koyamauchi frowned and said, "What are you looking at me for?" I can't ask a word? ”

Minoru Nishina prides himself on being a cultural person, and he is not used to Nana Koyamauchi's startled temperament, and he is also the first to declare his doubts at this moment, "It's okay, but your reaction is ......"

Crunch –

He had just spit out a few words, and Nana Koyamauchi kicked off the stool and stood up, stretching out her arms, and her delicate nails almost hit his nose:

"By the way, you wrote that rotten book of 'The Parisian Restaurant'! The recommended restaurants inside are worse than the other, have you really been there? Don't just write it with your conscience when you receive an advertising fee! ”

Obviously, she was changing the topic, but because this model sister was too imposing and the questions she raised were sensitive enough, it really made Nishina unable to stop answering.

So the essayist also took the case, "I did charge for advertising, but I only accepted it after eating it myself and thinking it was delicious!" You can question that, but you can't question my taste as a foodie! ”

"Really? Then you will come up with evidence, beauty~food~home~! Nana Oyamauchi slowly read this title with bad intentions, while taking out a delicately packaged rectangular box from her bag:

"I've got a gift for Mr. Xu, and since he's not here now, I'll get you cheap first—come on, taste what kind of wine this is."

“…… Wine tasting? Minoru Nishina hesitated visibly, but he quickly took a deep breath, "Come on!" ”

Nana Koyamauchi laughed, walked to another table with the box, opened the bottle with her back to them, and mysteriously poured wine into a few goblets, then took it back and handed it to Minoru Nishina, "Taste it." ”

The latter took it, looked at it with a good look, and after taking a small sip, he squinted slightly, and said in a very intoxicated tone, "This violet aroma, and the velvety silky taste...... It's Shanbeiden. ”

"Sneer......", Nana Koyamauchi raised the corners of her lips.

As soon as she saw her expression, Minoru Nishina felt that it was not good.

But the words were out, and he could only ride the tiger and continue, "How is it? Am I right? ”

Nana Koyamauchi was about to burst out laughing.

But at this time, someone next to him suddenly interjected, "Of course not, this is Pang Zhuo's windmill wine." ”

Xiaolan and Conan were both stunned, and turned their heads to the middle in surprise, only to find that Bai Shu had also touched a goblet at some point, and the glass was filled with clear red wine.

He shook the wine from his glass gracefully, then raised his hand and tilted his neck, smothering it like a dry beer.

"......", Sawaki's fair face immediately changed, and he wanted to say a word about cow chewing peonies, but because he was not familiar with the white tree, it was difficult to speak.

Xiaolan was afraid that Bai Shu would guess wrong, so she laughed and played a round, "Brother Naoki, are you drunk?" ”

It was Nana Koyamauchi who answered, "No, this little brother is right!" ”

After a few seconds of delay, she finally burst into a long-brewing laugh, and after laughing, she looked at Minoru Nishina, "What a gourmand is not as good as a layman." ”

This is undoubtedly the answer to agree with the door panel.

So the bird took the opportunity to make a reserved request, "It's really good wine, can you have another glass?" ”

"Of course." , Nana Koyamauchi happily walked to the adjacent table and gave him a whole bottle.

The process was not quite what she thought, but she still used this match to attract everyone's attention, and Nana Koyamauchi was very satisfied with it.

Shishido had the biggest heart, and he had long forgotten all about her abnormality, and he looked at the door panel to see that he was thirsty and kept pouring wine, so he pulled out the stool and stood up, "I'm going to get some drinks too." ”

Conan originally wanted to grab a bottle from the white tree, but the other party didn't mean to share it with him, and was slapped on the back of his hand mercilessly, and he withdrew his hand speechlessly, "I remember that you didn't drink so much?" ”

"What do you mean, you think I'm drunk?" , The door panel took out the mobile phone, borrowed the screen to take a picture of his face, and I don't know how it illuminated the color of his cheeks from the darkness, in short, after a glance, it put the mobile phone back in his pocket, "I'm not drunk." ”

“…… Then I'll change the question. While Xiaolan also got up to get a drink, Conan asked with a jump in the corner of his eyes, "When you searched just now, did you meet Murakami's uncle by chance, and then you were beaten to the head?" ”

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