In this world, nothing can be perfectly hidden, as long as you do something, it will definitely leave a trace. This is an irrefutable truth.

From the perspective of criminal investigation, this principle is called "Lokar's law of material exchange", from the perspective of the wisdom of the ancient Chinese, it is called "one drink and one peck, its own destiny", and from the perspective of Buddhism, it is called "the cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant"......

Many ancestors and wise men have discussed this issue from various angles, so it is said that sometimes people are not as perfect as possible.

The more perfect things seem, the bigger the flaws sometimes become, just like these so-called "people in the extreme".

There's only one reason why they're leaking, and that's because they're doing just so well.

Even if the current "Extreme Dao" is very up-to-date, wealthy, and knows how to hire professional mercenaries as thugs, "Extreme Dao" is "Extreme Dao", and it has absolutely nothing to do with decency.

Even though the Yamaguchi-gumi are now corporatized, wearing suits can't hide the tattoos they hide.

A wolf is a wolf, and it's a joke to put on sheep's clothing and claim to be a vegetarian.

Judging from the video, although these people have always been ruthless in the office, and have also reached into their arms and made threatening movements, they have never exploded foul language, nor have they made substantial destructive actions such as smashing.

"Gokumichi" turned out to be such a civilized and reasonable organization? If this were the case, I am afraid that the Japanese police would have reduced their workload a lot, right?

What's even more ridiculous is that those people actually bring their own food.

Judging by the shape, it is probably either compressed biscuits or chocolate.

Although the men didn't say much, the movement of their hands in their arms, and the protruding shape of their waists, hinted that they had guns.

It's not that I've never seen the extreme way of matching guns, but I really don't know whether to praise them for their courage or to laugh at their ignorance of life and death if they dare to ignore Japan's sword and gun control laws and blatantly display their guns.

Suit and tie, manners, guns, veterans, high-calorie snacks.

Every detail seems to be inconspicuous, but when all the details are added up, the identities of these people are depicted very clearly.

These people are not gangsters in the "extreme way" at all, they are bodyguards, and they are bodyguards with mercenary experience.

As long as you figure this out, all doubts will be solved.

Because they are bodyguards, they can legally be equipped with guns, and because they are bodyguards, they will replenish calories at any time in order to deal with various emergencies, and it is precisely because they are bodyguards that so many veterans can be gathered to act together.

Therefore, Cao Mu's idea is wrong, these people are not people in the "extreme way", so naturally there will be no purpose to extort money, these people did not come for money from the beginning.

If it's not for money, then for what?

The company has just been established, and it has nothing to do with the interests of all parties, who is aiming at us?

Damn, my head hurts a little...... Well, let's massage the temples first.

The fingers rubbed lightly on my temples, which made my tense cerebral cortex relax slightly, and coldly, a cold towel was pasted up, making me feel more comfortable.

"Thank you. I took the towel from Conan and smiled.

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay, I haven't slept well lately. Little by little, the coolness of the towel seeped into my mind, and I glanced at Conan, just in time to see Conan's slightly worried eyes.

"Our fishing is almost over, you can go back to the house and rest, I don't think your face is very good. Conan said, fiddling with the fishing rod.

"It's over? Why? Isn't it early?"

The sun wasn't very hot after the rain, and I thought it would be more comfortable for me to sleep directly on the boat than if I could go back to the house.

"Something happened to Mr. Shizuyama, and Miss Noriko just called to say that Mr. Shizuyama left a note that he was suspected of committing suicide, and the person was gone. Conan looked at the water with a serious face and spoke to me in his mouth.

Conan's demeanor was so familiar to me, it was like a hound smelling its prey, focused and solemn.

"What does it seem like you've thought of from your face?" I accosted Conan, but I thought to myself with a wicked interest in my heart: on the importance of praise to detectives......

"No, but I think there's a subtle dissonance in it......" Conan didn't notice my bad taste at all, just frowned and thought carefully.

"It's not surprising that a painter who has been painting all his life can't even hold a brush in his old age, and he feels hopeless, right?"

"Well, that's right, but I just feel that something is wrong. ”

"Where?"

"Generally speaking, a painter who is desperate will sit in the bamboo forest and sketch? Do you remember what he said when we met Mr. Shizuyama yesterday?"

"Well, he said, we humans have disturbed the birds' home. I nodded, remembering the old man's serious look when he said this.

"Would a man who is still in awe of nature, and who is still drinking happily with Uncle Maori at night, suddenly want to kill himself?" Conan muttered with some uncertainty as he touched his chin.

"Well, there is some truth to what you say, but it's useless to think about it, let's go back and see, won't everything be revealed? I patted Conan on the shoulder and smiled.

"Huh, what do you mean, aren't you going to help me?" Conan looked at me with a look of astonishment.

"I believe in you. Yo! The savior of the Japanese police, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!" I let out a teasing cry.

"Hmm, what are you talking about?" Xiaolan, who was not far away, suddenly turned her head and looked at us: "I just heard you guys talking about 'Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era'......"

"Hey!" Conan yelled at me.

"That's right," I bared my teeth and gave a thumbs up to Xiaolan and Uncle Maori, "I was talking to Conan about Uncle Maori just now, the sleeping Kogoro is simply the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!"

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about," Xiaolan stretched out her hand and pulled her messy sideburns behind her ears, revealing a slightly nostalgic look: "I thought you were talking about Shinichi, and Shinichi was also promoted on TV in the past." ”

"Eh, that's the case, Shinichi brother is amazing. I echoed Xiaolan's response.

"Well, now that I think about it, it seems like it was a long time ago, really, it's only been a few months since we were apart, and it feels like a few years have passed. As she spoke, her mood began to become low.

"No, it's okay! Brother Shinichi must have been caught up in some difficult case for a while, as long as it takes a while, Brother Shinichi will definitely come back to you!" Conan hurriedly remedied.

"Well, I'll wait for him. Xiaolan put away her worries and smiled at us.

That smile, beautiful and fragile, is like pure glass.

Xiaolan, brother, Xiaoai, and myself...... Why does the originally simple and happy life have to be so complicated?

Everyone is stuck in the mud pit, and the more they struggle, the more they sink, when will they be freed......

......

Mr. Shizuyama's "disappearance" was resolved as soon as we returned.

After all, so many police officers gathered together, blocking the bamboo forest on the way we had to go back, and there was also the evidence collection of the staff of the Supervision and Identification Section, which we couldn't ignore if we wanted to.

As the letter left by Mr. Shizuyama said, the disappearance case turned into a "suicide case".

The cause of death was suicide by hanging himself on a rope tied to a bamboo shack, and the death was speculated to have occurred between eleven and one o'clock at noon, and at this time, Mr. Kuroki and we were fishing in the lake, and Miss Noriko was staying in the hospital because she had to take care of her seriously ill mother.

The signs of Shizuyama-sensei's suicide are quite clear.

But as Conan said to me before, there is a subtle sense of dissonance in this case.

If you want to commit suicide, wouldn't it be better to kill yourself in your room? After all, the things in the house are a little stronger, and you can definitely hang yourself, and if you hang on the bamboo, wouldn't it be embarrassing if the bamboo breaks?

Moreover, this guy only said with guilt yesterday that he had disturbed the bird's life by painting here, and he felt very guilty, and as a result, he ran to the bird's home to commit suicide one day later? Moreover, why was the place of suicide, except for the pillar that hanged it, all the other bamboos within ten meters of the nearby square yuan were cut down?

Conan disappeared in a blink of an eye, probably running back to the house to find evidence to solve the case, right?

It just so happens that while no one is paying attention to me, I can also solve my own problems.

"Grandpa Caomu, it's me. ”

"Oh, young master, we are all waiting for your decision, what do you command?"

No matter how much I emphasized, the tone of the housekeeper to me is always respectful, and I have not forgotten my identity as a housekeeper for a moment, and the observance of the rules has reached the point of almost rigidity.

Maybe it's because of the stubborn side of his personality that he was desperate to save Miss's home by killing people.

"I think I know the identities of those people, they're not gangsters, they're bodyguards. ”

"Bodyguards?"

"That's right, so can you help me look up which bodyguard company in Tokyo sells to veterans? Also, look up which company has more than 20 people in addition to the big list. ”

If it weren't for veterans as a selling point, it would not be too late for customers to have enough money to gather so many experienced veterans to serve as bodyguards in one go.

Moreover, a large list of dozens of people in one breath can also be justifiably equipped with guns, these bodyguards must be registered and cannot be concealed, and these people do not even wear sunglasses in order to hide the identity of their bodyguards, and their appearance can be seen clearly from the monitor, as long as they check, they will definitely find out.

"I understand, young master, I'll go check it out right away, what should I do if I find it?"

"Not for the time being, let's investigate the hands behind these people first, and then we will think about the next countermeasures. I groaned for a moment, rejecting the advice of the Steward.

"Okay young master. ”

With my personal problems solved, I can finally relax and enjoy the detective drama brought by Conan with peace of mind.

Sure enough, after a short while, Conan ran out of the house with a bunch of things, including drawings and diaries.

The painting is a very ordinary painting, and the model in the painting is none other than Xiaolan.

It seems that although Mr. Shizuyama did not express any opinion on the failure of painting last night, in fact, he was still quite unconvinced, ran back to his house, and painted the bust of Xiaolan almost all night.

The appearance of these paintings further proves the fact that Shizuyama-sensei can no longer continue to paint, and it seems that Shizuyama-sensei's suicide is a natural thing.

However, the conclusion on Uncle Maori's side has not yet come out, and the importance of another piece of evidence in Conan's hands is highlighted.

Bamboo shoot diary, as the name suggests, is a diary recorded by Mr. Shizuyama in order to observe the growth state of bamboo shoots.

Before Conan opened the diary for everyone to see, no one could have imagined that the bamboo that had just grown would be sixty centimeters the next day, and on the third day, it would be two meters tall.

In this way, as long as you stun Shizuyama-sensei, take him to the bamboo forest, and then let him sit on the stone with his neck stretched into the rope loop, and then, just wait for the bamboo to grow up with peace of mind, and hang the unconscious Shizuyama-sensei little by little.

This technique is simple to say, but if you don't know the habits of bamboo, you would never have thought of such a murderous method.

Having said that, in fact, the murderer has been very clear, it is Mr. Kuroki, a disciple of Shizuyama Sensei.

Because Miss Noriko, who is a nanny, almost never sets foot in the bamboo forest except for asking Shizuyama-sensei to eat, in this house, except for Shizuyama-sensei, probably only Mr. Kuroki will also have a clear understanding of the habits of bamboo because of painting.

At the same time, Conan also pointed out through Uncle Maori's mouth that the powder on Mr. Kuroki's socks was not paint powder, but bamboo chips that flew out when sawing bamboo.

The reason why Kuroki cut down all the bamboos around the hanging bamboo is so that the bamboo, which carries the life of Shizuyama-sensei, can be exposed to more sunlight and grow faster.

The evidence is conclusive, and Kuroki has no way to deny it, so he can only kneel down and confess his guilt.

The motive for the killing is very simple, Shizuyama-sensei can't draw anymore, but he still has a new work coming out recently, and the person who ghostwrote it behind his back is Mr. Kuroki.

Mr. Kuroki is tired of standing behind others and wants to make his debut as a real writer, and his teacher, Mr. Shizuyama, is the biggest stumbling block in his path.

It is really embarrassing that sunshine and bamboo, which originally symbolized hope and struggle, were used as murder weapons.

When everything is over and I return to the office, it is already ten o'clock in the evening, and I toss all day, fishing, and solving crimes, and even Xiaolan, a karate expert, is tired enough, and dinner can only be solved with instant noodles.

And at this moment, news also came from the grass and wood housekeeper, saying that the source of those bodyguards had been checked, and those people were indeed from a bodyguard company, and the name of the company was Blue Shield, and the people who hired them hesitated about the rules of the industry, but the grass and trees did not find out.

But this didn't bother me, I solved the instant noodles, turned on the phone, and in three or two clicks, I hacked into the database of the Blue Shield company and saw the details of the transaction.

The employer appears to be the son of a member of the House of Representatives, whose name is Junji Sentou.

......

Well...... Qiantou Shunji, Qiantou Shunji, why is this guy coming to trouble me if he has nothing to do?

"This paragraph, please read it aloud, Minghui?"

"Ahh

Page 52, paragraph 3 ......"

The voice came from behind, and I was really relieved, this girl is simply my lucky star.

After class, everyone gathered around me as usual.

"I said, can you not always be so distracted in class? Conan gave me a slightly depressed look.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I smiled insincerely at Conan.

"Minghui-san, are you sick again?" Ayumi looked at me worriedly.

"No, no!" I waved my hand again and again, I couldn't complain about my "sick" setting, and suddenly, thinking of what happened before, I asked a few people: "Do you know this person of Sentou Shunji?"

Judging from the information, this guy should be an actor, but unfortunately I don't watch much TV, so I naturally don't know much about this person.

"Oh, I know what this person says," Mitsuhiko thought for a while and said, "He recently starred in a detective-themed TV series called "Ghost Train", which is currently being screened, and the evaluation is still quite good, and he is considered a popular actor recently. ”

"Oh, oh, I also know, "Ghost Train", my parents have to watch it every day after dinner!" Yuan Tai echoed.

"I see. I nodded, it seems that this guy is quite well-known as an actor.

"So, what did you suddenly ask this person for?" Xiao Ai asked me coldly.

"Uh, interested?"

"Answer questions with questions, are you stupid!" Xiao Wai glanced at me, turned his head away, and ignored me.

I laughed twice, and I didn't dare to provoke Xiao Wai again.

Since the events of that day, I know that Xiao Ai is actually not so angry with me, so I have been close to Xiao Ai a few times, but people are sometimes like this, even if they are not angry, they must maintain a style, who doesn't have a face?

Therefore, Xiao Ai and I actually don't have any major contradictions, it's just that this Nizi is still awkward and refuses to give me a good look easily.

To put it simply, it's tsundere.

Well, the little sorrow of the tsundere, also good, good job.

"Qiantou Shunji's words, I have entrusted things with Uncle Maori at home before, he is a second-generation official, his personality is a little flamboyant, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, his popularity is not particularly high, but he also has a lot of fans, and his family background in politics has increased his popularity a lot, and he is known as the noble son of the entertainment industry. Conan muttered for a moment and said to me.

"Well, thank you. ”

Although I know a lot about this guy's background from everyone's mouths, I still can't figure out why this guy is bothering me.

However, if you have a political background in your family, hiring a large number of professional bodyguards is not eye-catching, no wonder these people are rampant.

"If there's anything you need to do, just let us know and they'll help you. Conan stared at me for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"Conan is right, our junior detective group is a whole, no matter what, everyone will help together!" Mitsuhiko said in response.

"Oo!!oo

"Boys of the Detectives, please come over for a moment. "We were talking lively, and on the other side, Mr. Kobayashi, who was wiping the blackboard after class, suddenly greeted us, and everyone rushed to the podium again.

"Teacher, I won't be distracted next time. As soon as I stepped forward, I hurriedly bowed my head and admitted my mistake, for fear that she would sacrifice the "home visit" artifact, and I couldn't stand Xiaolan's nagging at that time.

"Well, it's good to know that you're doing something wrong, not to make an example. Mr. Kobayashi nodded my head, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "But this time I called everyone over because there was something else." ”

"Teacher, is there something wrong?" Ayumi asked Kobayashi curiously.

"Actually, it's like this, there is a professional writer of a magazine who wants to interview everyone in the detective group and write a report to publish in the magazine, I wonder if everyone is interested?" Mr. Kobayashi put down the blackboard eraser in his hand, looked at everyone and smiled.

"Interview?eh?!" Ayumi and Mayu were both taken aback.

"That's amazing! Are we a boy detective corps famous? Will we be on TV?" Mitsuhiko was overjoyed.

"If you agree to an interview, will you be entertained to eat eel rice?"

"Eh??? everyone slow down and ask one by one. Teacher Kobayashi was dizzy by everyone's left and right sentences, and couldn't help but panic a little.

"So, what's the title of the interview?" asked Xiao Ai.

"Well, the writer told me, and it's called 'The Resurrected Young Detectives in the 21st Century.' Mr. Kobayashi thought for a moment and said to us.