"Are you looking for something wrong with me? Penis? ”

At the Sita venue, looking at the cute Conan next to her, Chrissy showed her professional smile.

"I just think Sister Chrissy is here alone, and it seems like you're lonely."

"Ah, do you want to care about me?"

Chrissy raised her hand and touched Conan's head, and said with a smile: "Let you bother your little brother, but my sister does prefer to be alone than a lively scene." ”

"Huh? But I saw that my sister and Uncle Maori were chatting happily before......"

"Because my sister and Mr. Mori are friends."

"That's right...... Sister, are you drinking Vermouth? After a few small talks, Conan went straight to the core, which was already a very obvious temptation.

[Ah, I see, you recognize me as the one......]

Vermouth, Belmode.

Chrissy looked down at Conan, a slight smile on her lips.

She probably guessed the purpose of the kid coming at her.

Let her think about how she should respond to him?

Pregnant.

Rubbing her fingers along the foot of the wine glass, a hint of banter flashed in the depths of Chrissy's eyes, she opened her mouth, and the tone of her voice changed instantly.

"You're brave for such a direct temptation, little detective."

[Guess it! 】

Listening to this familiar tone, Conan smiled crookedly, and his heart was ecstatic.

"I knew it was you, Belmode."

In this case, was it really the feeling of the gray plain that was wrong?

Looking at him meaningfully, the moment she heard Conan say this wrong codename, Chrissy seemed to experience the wonderful pleasure of taking someone else's identity.

It's so interesting, it's always the two of them who mess around with her identity, and now she finally has a chance to win a game?

"Detective, don't you enjoy the party, what's the matter with coming to me?" Shaking the red wine in her glass, Chrissy began to play.

Although she herself has not learned about acting, thanks to someone's genes, she seems to have a talent far beyond ordinary people in this area.

"Of course I have a question for you."

Now that "Belmode" has already admitted it, Conan naturally didn't bother to act, put his hands in his pockets, and the two stood together in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he asked directly:

"What is the purpose of your organization this time? Did you forge that notice letter from Kidd? And the president of Owada, does he have anything to do with you? ”

"There are so many questions, I always feel that if I don't answer you one or two, it seems a little rude......"

Chrissy mimicked the tone of the man's voice as best she could.

"Tell me." Conan continued to ask.

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"Little detective, it's not me who is the protagonist tonight, it's a very stupid act to waste time with me......"

Drinking the red wine in the glass, Chrissy said quietly.

"Belmode, what the hell do you mean?"

Conan wanted to continue, but Chrissy just quietly looked out the window at the night scene, without the slightest intention of answering.

Helpless, he could only turn to ask about another thing he cared about.

"The purple-eyed cadre you asked me to be careful of, is his code name Legel?"

Not expecting the name to come out of Conan's mouth, Chrissy turned to look at him with a slight surprise on her face.

[Interesting, did you even remind this child of this?] 】

"Looks like I guessed right." Keenly capturing the changes in Chrissy's face, Conan gets the answer he wants.

"Who the hell is he?"

Not answering him immediately, Chrissy looked out the window again, and was silent for a few moments before turning her head to look at him.

"Don't keep looking, little detective."

"Why?"

"Regel is a very lazy person, he never does unnecessary things, and he never kills unnecessary people.

But that doesn't mean he's soft-hearted, and he never hesitates to threaten those who are threatened.

Little detective, you're already close to his bottom line, this is advice, if you stop now, it's still too late. ”

Chrissy bent down and approached Conan, her eyes looking straight into his eyes, taking in the panic in his eyes.

"Keep looking, you and your family...... will all die. ”

Through Chrissy's pupils, Conan could see the panic in his eyes very clearly.

[This sense of oppression...... This guy, is she really Belmode? 】

"Click!"

At this moment, the door to the venue was opened, and Officer Twilight, Mori Kogoro, Officer Sato, Karasuma Ying, and Kenta walked in together.

"Everyone, be quiet, I'm the Twilight Thirteenth Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Department Investigation Section 1 Forcibly Searched the Third Department, and there is something I need to announce to you......"

In front of everyone at the venue, Twilight 13 announced the death of President Owada, and also informed everyone that the police had preliminarily characterized the case as a suicide case.

Because the police still have to do a final search verification, the next guests in the venue can freely choose whether to leave immediately, and those who want to leave only need to leave their contact information.

"Sister Xiaoying!"

Hearing that the police had decided that President Owada's death was a suicide, Conan didn't waste any more time with Chriss, and hurried to Ei Karasuma and Officer Sato.

"President Owada, he ......"

"Well, he did die."

"Is it really a suicide?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then why ......"

Under Conan's questioning, Karasuma Ying told everything that happened in the East Tower.

"Is it 'impossible to sin' again? And the suicide note...... "After listening to Karasuma Ying's description, Conan's brows furrowed.

The abnormal placement of the mobile phone, the stains on the kimono, the special way of committing suicide, the agreement with Kenta, and the hasty decision to commit suicide......

Yamada Ichiro's death is obviously strange everywhere, but in terms of the conditions for committing the crime, it is a typical "impossible crime......

"Sister Xiaoying, what do you think?" Conan looked up at Karasuma Ying and asked.

With the announcement of Yamada Ichiro's death, the venue at this time was extremely noisy, and the three of Conan, Karasuma Ying, and Kuroba Kaito stood in a small corner in the middle of nowhere, discussing the suspicions of the case with each other.

"When President Owada died, it was true that no one in the East Tower had ever approached the president's room on the 53rd floor, but that doesn't mean that the murderer didn't have the ability to commit murder."

"There are many ways to create an 'impossible crime', such as throwing a murder weapon, setting up a mechanism, and changing the real crime scene, all of which are commonly used by criminals......" Kuroba Kaito picked up Karasuma's words.

"In addition to these, there is another possibility." The glasses reflected a strange light, and Conan said in a deep voice:

"That is, the murderer used some method to make the victim kill himself!"

"That's what I think is the most likely scenario." Karasuma said.

On the way back, she thought about it carefully, and all the clues in the president's office, if Yamada Ichiro was really killed, it must be that the murderer remotely used some method that they didn't know yet, so that Owada Ichiro killed himself.

But what is the means to do this?

"Officer Sato!"

While the three were pondering, a police officer from the Forensic Bureau ran over with a report.

"The stain you asked us to analyze, the results of the lab are out."