"Why hasn't Mr. Qimoto shown up yet, and the time for the wedding banquet has begun"?

When night falls, the cruise ship is lit up and sails on the sea like a firefly.

In the banquet hall, when everyone was waiting for the chairman of the Qiben Group, Yuanzi couldn't help but say a little strangely.

"Come on dei! By now, I should have gone to the Nai He Bridge in the underworld."

This sentence is Fujiwara Chiba's complaint in his heart.

"There must be something important delayed! I saw the housekeeper leave just now, I should have gone to the room to invite Mr. Qimoto, right?"

Xiaolan said with some uncertainty.

"It's not conscious! Everybody! My grandfather must have forgotten to look at the time when he was talking to Awu."

The tone in which Natsue Qimoto spoke was full of apologies.

"It's okay Xia Jiang! We don't care."

Seeing this, Xiaolan hurriedly comforted.

Just as everyone in the banquet hall was waiting for the Hachimoto Mansion to appear, the frightened voice of the old butler Kenji Suzuki reached the hall.

Hearing the shouts of the old butler, everyone in the hall changed color, and they flocked out to dare to go to the room where Qiben was hiding.

When everyone came to the door of the room, they saw the old butler sitting at the door, looking into the room with frightened eyes.

As everyone's eyes looked into the house, they saw a knife stuck in the chest of Hiroshi Akimoto and collapsed at the door.

"Grandpa"!

"Daddy"!

The children of the Qiben family had different expressions when they saw the old man lying in a pool of blood.

After seeing that his beloved grandfather was killed, the pain in his heart could not be concealed, and his sad look made Fujiwara Chiba can't help but want to come forward and hug her to comfort and comfort her.

There was a little smile in the sad expressions of the two husbands and wives.

"Everyone, stop, don't go in and destroy the scene, and I'll take care of the rest."

Mori Kogoro saw Hiroshi Hatamoto's eldest daughter, Mariko Akimoto wanted to enter the house, and hurriedly stopped him.

Since Maori Kogoro was tired of being with Shizuka Ishida as soon as he got on the ship, there was no time to reveal his identity, so no one in the Mori family knew about Maori Kogoro's detective identity.

They only knew that Mori Kogoro was a friend of Fujiwara Chiba, and they didn't know what the relationship was.

But even so, for the sake of Fujiwara Chiba's face, they didn't dare to give a face like Maori Kogoro.

"Mr. Maori, are you"?

Shoji Banner asked the uninformed person with a pleasant face.

"My lover is a detective, and he is the sleeping detective."

Shizuka Ishida said proudly.

"Detective? You're the sleeping detective? That's great, Mr. Maori! You've got to find out who killed my dad, please!"

As soon as Shoji Akimoto heard that the other party was the recently rising detective, he quickly got rid of Dao, no matter whether he didn't like his father in his heart, Shoji Akimoto still wanted to know who the murderer was, and it would be better if the murderer was a few other sisters, so that he could share an extra share of the inheritance of Shoji Banner's treasure.

"Yes! Please Mr. Maori must find the murderer".

Several other children also spoke up.

Among them, only Qiben Xia Jiang and the old housekeeper really want to find out the murderer, and there are no other people who have other ideas.

"Don't worry! With my Mori Kogoro here, there is no case that cannot be solved."

Mori Kogoro exaggerates himself.

"Why are you all here, is something going on?"

At this time, Takeshi Qimoto, who had not appeared all along, walked in from outside and asked with a puzzled face.

"Xia Jiang! Why are you crying! Did grandpa tell you something?"

Seeing the crying Flag Takeshi, Flag Takeshi thought that his secret had been told to Flag Takeshi by Flag Treasure Mansion.

"Where did you just go? Do you know that grandpa was killed"!

When Qiben Xia Jiang saw the belated Qiben Wu, he said in a questioning tone.

"What? Grandpa was killed? No way! I was with my grandfather just now."

As soon as Qi Benwu's voice fell, everyone's eyes looked at him.

"Awu! You said you were with grandpa just now"?

Qimoto Xia Jiang asked.

"Yes! I went to the toilet after I left, and when I got back to the restaurant, I didn't see anyone, and I found it, what's wrong? You don't suspect that I killed my grandfather, do you?"

After Takeshi Akimoto finished speaking, Mariko Akimoto opened her mouth and said something that shocked everyone.

"It's not you, who else! Don't think I don't know your background, I heard the conversation between you and the old man in the house, you are the son of a wealthy man! You approached Xia Jiang to take revenge!"

Mariko Akimoto had already identified Takeshi Akimoto as the murderer at this time.

"Wealthy memorial? Who is he"?

Mori Kogoro asked Shoji Hiromoto on the side.

"That man used to be a partner of the old man, but for some other reason the two parted ways, and ten years ago, my father took advantage of the trust of Yuo Caicheng in him and bought his company by unconventional means."

Unable to stand the blow, Yuo Caijo finally committed suicide, and his wife died of depression a year later, leaving only one son to be sent to an orphanage.

After Shoji Qimoto finished speaking, the expression on his face was a little embarrassed, after all, it was his father's fault in this matter, and others came to take revenge.

"Xiao Wu! Is what my aunt said true"?

After listening to the words of Mariko Akimoto and Shoji Akimoto, Natsue Akimoto looked at her fiancé in disbelief.

"It's... Yes, I am the son of Yuo Caicheng, Takehiko Caicheng! But I...."!

Before Takeshi Hatamoto could finish what he wanted to say, he was interrupted by Mori Kogoro.

"It turns out that you concealed your identity and infiltrated Qiben's house in order to take revenge, and then waited for the opportunity to take revenge, so the murderer in this case is you."

Mori Kogoro said in a very positive tone.

"Good! It turned out that it was really you, since Mr. Maori had solved the case, what else was there to say, a few people put him in the storage room for me, and when the ship came ashore, he would be sent directly to the police station."

Shoji Akimoto didn't give Takeshi Takeshi a chance to defend himself, so he asked the ship's servants to put him in the storage room.

"Xiao Wu! I hate you".

Qimoto Xia Jiang shouted at the back of Takeshi Qimoto, she was hit twice in one day, and her mood was very abnormal.

Seeing this, Xiaolan and Yuanzi hurriedly pulled her into the guest room, wanting her to have a good rest and relieve her mood.

Seeing that the murderer had been found, everyone left after storing the body that Qiben had hidden.

Before leaving, Akie Akie also gave Fujiwara Chiba a look, meaning to see him in his room later.

After everyone left, Conan was the only one left at the scene of the murder, and after careful observation, in his heart, Mori Kogoro's reasoning was full of flaws, and everything was not true.

While everyone was resting in their rooms, Fujiwara Chiba's room was contributing to the cultural output of the flower planters.

"Goblins! Where to run! Taste my mighty dragon, spit lotus in my mouth, and set the sea god stick".

.........

"Whew! Finally subdued the vixen, a battle that took him thousands of years of skill."

After Hachimoto Natsue left, Fujiwara Chiba also secretly left the room alone.

On the deck, Ichiro Hachimoto and Akie's husband, Ryuo Hachimoto, unexpectedly appeared there.

"Uncle! Don't know what's the matter with calling me out so late?

Ichiro Hatamoto asked a little puzzled.

"Don't pretend, Ichiro! Do you think no one knows that you killed the old man? It just so happens that I'm the one who knows."

Ryo Qimoto said with a smug face.

"You.... I don't know what you're talking about? Isn't the murderer Awu? Didn't Mr. Maori solve all the cases":

Ichiro Kimoto's heart tightened, and he said with a harmless look on the surface.

"Huh! Don't pretend to be a hero, when you killed the old man, I happened to pass by there, but I can see it clearly, don't quibble."

Qi Ben Long said with the victory in hand.

"Since you have seen it all and have not exposed me, do you have any conditions"?

Seeing this, Ichiro Hagimoto had no choice but to admit the fact that he had killed someone.

"Ichiro, you're really on the road! I don't have any other requirements, I just need the shares of the flag group in my eldest sister's hand, what do you think"?

The lion of Ryao Hatamoto opened his mouth wide, startling Ichiro Hatamoto.

"No way, my mother won't agree, you can change to something else"!

"Something else? What else do you have besides that value"?

Ryo Qimoto said mockingly.

"I... I really can't do it."

Ichiro Flag said helplessly.

"Humph! If you can't do that, see you at the police! Don't blame my uncle, I'm ruthless, who made the eldest sister's arrogance too arrogant"!

Ryao Qimoto pretended that he was also helpless and said.

"The police station? No! I don't want to go to jail"!

Ichiro Flag said to himself with a broken expression.

"If you don't want to go to jail, just find a way to give me the shares."

Ryuo Hatamoto didn't care about Ichiro Hatamoto's mood changes at all, there is a saying that when a person has an emotional breakdown, it is easiest to do crazy things.

"Good! You want shares, right? I'll give it to you".

Ichiro Hatamoto's expression suddenly became very calm, and there was a demon about to break out in his calm heart.

"Haha! How nice it would be to be like this earlier! It's a waste of my time, I'll go first, and I'll wait for your good news!"

Ichiro Hachimoto smirked, and the moment he turned around, deadly danger came.

"Want shares! Let's go underground and reunite with the old man"!

A knife appeared in Ichiro Hatamoto's hand at some point, and at the moment when Ryao Ichamoto turned around to show his back, he stabbed it fiercely.

"Poof"!

"Poof..."!

Before Ryao could react, he was stabbed several times by Ichiro Akimoto.

"You..... You ....."!

Before he finished what Ryao wanted to say, he burped when he tilted his head.