"It's weird. If the murderer is really the shopkeeper, what is he pretending to be dead and then killing Miss Ayako? Maria Toda asked questions and absentmindedly fiddled with her phone.

She emailed Kumel for a while, but there was no reply from the other side, and she didn't know if she had left her previous position and returned to Tokyo.

It's a remote place, and it must have taken him a lot of time and energy to find a sniper spot from the right angle.

But he had to come without telling Bourbon, and he had to rush back before Bourbon found out, so he might not choose to stay and continue monitoring......

This is the situation they are destined to face in an awkward position, can you really go on with it, Kumail?

"Who knows, people are very complicated, and we don't know what grievances they have." Two people died in one night, and because of the fire, he was busy fighting the fire, sweating, hungry, sleepy and tired, Mori Kogoro had lost the desire to use his brain, and said casually, "Maybe this is the reasoning question and answer arranged by the shopkeeper." He fakes his death to get out of everyone's sight, and then uses an accident to open a reasoning question...... Maybe Ayako Oki just discovered something and accidentally got caught up in it......"

This uncle is talking nonsense all day long......

Heiji Hattori, who didn't know the danger and hung above him, squinted at Mori Kogoro.

"Nonsense!" Without waiting for Hattori to have a seizure, Toshiaki Fujisawa, who couldn't bear it, took the case, "This was originally a premeditated murder, and he did it on purpose!" Look at this card, look! ”

He pulled a postcard-sized object from his bosom and threw it on the table with a "snap".

Seeing a card with words written on it fly to the table, Conan's mind flew the words of the teaser letter for the first time, and when he realized what he was thinking, he couldn't help but knock on the door of his head.

It's all joker, stuffing people with small pieces of paper all day long, this guy......

Slandering the strange thief who stuffed advertisements everywhere, Conan stretched out his head to look, and saw that the piece of paper read:

[If you want that book, come to the garage at 5 a.m. tomorrow.]

Books will be placed under a chair in the back seat. 】

"If I do what I say, I'll be the one who dies!" Toshiaki Fujisawa's voice trembled, "He is deliberately murdering!" ”

Mori Kogoro picked up the piece of paper and asked, "Who gave you this thing?" ”

"I found it on the door." Toshiaki Fujisawa let out a sigh and said hatefully, "Not long after dinner......"

"Ah, it seems that the boss may have put this on everyone's door, and if anyone can't help but run over greedily, they will be killed." Maori Kogoro slapped the table and said happily.

"Hey, uncle, I've said it more than once, Boss Jingu is really dead!" Hattori's forehead jumped, "A detective like you will only make the situation more and more chaotic!" ”

"It's so rude, my dad has a smooth time every time he solves a case, and he has helped a lot of people!" Mao Lilan, who went to help bring coffee and ice water, walked back to the living room, and when he heard Hattori Heiji's words, he put the plate in his hand on the table, "He just hasn't entered the state yet, and he often falls into a sleeping thinking mode when he solves crimes, so he is called 'Sleeping Maori Kogoro', right, Dad?" ”

"Ahh......h

Sleeping Maori Kogoro...... Hattori narrowed his eyes and almost forgot about it.

"Come here, Miss Lan." Heiji Hattori dragged Moriran to the side.

Mao Lilan gently broke free of his movements, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"You said your dad often solves crimes in a sleepy stance...... Where was that guy when he solved the case? ”

"What 'that guy'?"

"That's him, this!" Heiji Hattori lifted Conan, who was quietly approaching them and trying to eavesdrop, tugging at the back of his neck.

Belmode, who had brought a glass of ice water to his lips, narrowed his eyes and looked in their direction very unkindly.

This black-skinned boy really found something.

Before he makes things irreparable, or ......

"He doesn't look like he's there every time, but he often comes out of my dad's neighborhood to help him explain, and he's a very capable little helper."

"Oh...... That's right......"

Hattori turned his wrist and turned Conan, who was fluttering in his hand, in his direction, and the expression on his face became meaningful.

No, I had to interrupt what he was about to say.

Placing the cup on the table, Belmode lifted his leg and walked over to the three men gathered on the side.

At this moment, suddenly, the whole room went dark.

It was early in the morning, but at this moment, the heavy rain outside the house was pouring down, and the light of the electric lights was lost, and the whole house fell into darkness with no fingers out of sight.

"There's a power outage!" Maoliran looked left and right in vain, "Is it because of thunder?" ”

"Don't worry!" Iwai Hitomi's voice came out in the dark, "It should just trip, just change the fuse!" ”

"Candles, are there candles?"

Toshiaki Fujisawa tentatively reached out and held the table in front of him, frowned, took out the lighter in his pocket, and opened the lid.

A small flame lit up from the vent, and it was pitch black......

Two lights lit up.

One is the lighter in Toshiaki Fujisawa's hand, and the other is ......

Belmode stopped moving forward, furrowed his brow, and looked down at the lit phone screen in his hand.

It's a new mail alert.

Tsk, if you don't come sooner or later, this sudden darkness is obviously a good opportunity to create an accident.

Having said that, she still raised her hand and said, "There seems to be new news...... Yes, Miss Waitress, why don't you take a picture of my phone......"

She quickly clicked on the new email.

[You were driving just now, and you haven't done it yet, have you? Hopefully not.

Hattori Heiji, the son of Hattori Heizo, the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters, if he has an accident, his eyes will be drawn here, don't act rashly.

In addition, his presence is necessary.

Let's open the skylight and say something.

Kudo's acting skills are really terrible, and I have already discovered the problem within 24 hours of becoming Tang Zezhao.

So, Kudo needs a helper who knows his true identity and can help him do things that I can't do. Hattori, who is close to his identity and vaguely guesses his situation, is a good choice.

Tang Zezhao was his loyal companion, but Kumel was not. 】

Belmode's forward steps stopped.

After a few days of contact and judgment, she could roughly guess the state of Kumail, a little madman.

When he begins to refrain from using honorifics and long written expressions, it is usually his more authentic expression of emotion.

It can be seen that the tugging and temptation of the past few days, as well as the exhausting developments of the evening, have exhausted his patience, and the whole email is completely in plain language.

That's a very valid reason indeed.

Kumel, who became a partner with Bourbon and operated under Bourbon's nose, did not have so many options.

A friend who really stands by Cool Guy and can help him without any worries may play a bigger role than either of them.

Unaware that she had begun to acquiesce to Kumel standing in the same camp as herself, Belmode, who had dismissed the intention of attacking, relaxed slightly.

Belmode, whose eyes twinkled, and who had obviously made up a lot of things in his head, exhaled and really turned to the waiter's side, ready to really help her fix the fuse together.

At this moment, she felt a slight sound of breaking the air from her side, her eyes widened, almost instinctively accumulated, and she raised her leg in the direction of the attack with a kick.

There was a "pop", and the crisp sound of a metal object falling to the ground.

There was an extremely suppressed snort of pain, and the person who was kicked by her blow seemed to lose their balance from the intense pain, and there was a screeching sound of the dining table and chair dragging on the floor after being hit.

Judging from the sound, the other party should have knocked down the chair and climbed a few steps in embarrassment before staggering to his feet.

Then, the sound of glass breaking could be heard at the window.

"What's wrong! What happened! ”

"What sound, someone has been attacked?!"

"Turn on the lights, hurry up and turn on the lights, haven't you fixed it yet!"

The chaotic darkness continued for a while, and the lights in the living room finally came back on.

Belmode closed his eyes, adjusting to the sudden change in brightness for a moment, and turned his gaze in the direction of his attack.

A sharp crushed ice pick, rolling helplessly and unwillingly, combined with the rain that kept coming in from the cracked window, there was a feeling of death.

(End of chapter)