"Xiaolan, you're really okay alone, right?" Looking down at the time, Sonoko Suzuki straightened the coat on her body, inevitably worried.

"What could I have asked for?" Retracting his gaze from the movie poster, Mao Lilan smiled and waved his hand, "It's a big deal that Shinichi guy is absent again." ”

Sonoko Suzuki then glanced at the poster she had been looking at.

The newly released movie has purchase and promotion positions in various places in the business district, and on the building across the street from them, "The Legend of the Red Line" is printed in the corner of a huge advertisement.

Even if that reasoning freak could arrive, it felt like he would spoil the scene......

Suzuki Sonoko, who was muttering in her heart, looked at Mao Lilan, and looked at her dressed up, and had another worry: "At such a late hour, if that guy is really absent, it's not safe, right?" The midnight movie doesn't end early......"

"It's okay, I'm not a kid anymore." Mao Lilan tilted her head and smiled, "Don't worry, Garden." ”

"Okay, then remember to report the battle to me tomorrow!" Sonoko Suzuki checked the time again, looked at the bustling intersection with the lights on, and walked to the subway station with her legs raised, "If there is any emergency, feel free to contact me." ”

"Thank you for being with me today, Garden."

"Say thank you. Take him down directly, come on, Xiaolan! ”

"Garden ......"

Helplessly watching her best friend's back far away, Mao Lilan took out her mobile phone and clicked on the empty email interface without any new messages.

"Hopefully, not what I thought it would be." She touched the gift bag hanging from the crook of her arm and muttered to herself, walking towards the focus of today's trip.

Cinema on the first floor of the Rice Flower Municipal Building.

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"What, all these buildings, designed by Teiji Moriya?" The Twilight Police Department's eyes widened and they repeated in surprise.

"That's right, from the original Kurokawa house, to the several families that had fires later, the Mizushima family, the Yasuda family, and the Akutsu family......" handing the printed document in his hand to Twilight Thirteen, Shiratori Renzaburo said with a not very good face.

As soon as he showed off the architect he admired very much, he was involved in the mystery in front of him, and no matter how he thought about it, he was a little embarrassed.

"What about that green park in the morning?" Twilight Thirteen quickly flipped through the paper and asked.

"I didn't think that this place had anything to do with Professor Moriya, but upon closer inspection, I found that the benches in the green park were designed by Teiji Moriya and were used on the park and nearby sidewalks." The equally unbelievable Shiratori Ren Saburo hugged his arms.

"Then it seems that the same is true of the square in front of Rice Flower Station."

"Yes, the square in front of the station was built when the JR line was completed, but all the street lamps on that street are British-style iron-framed street lamps designed by Teiji Moriya......"

"Maniac." After flipping through the things in his hand, Twilight Thirteen concluded.

"If the purpose of this murderer is really a design work related to Teiji Moriya, then he is already hopelessly paranoid." Renzaburo Shiratori, who is indeed interested in architecture rather than cramming on his feet, is well aware of the seriousness of the problem, "Professor Teiji Moriya has been in the industry for 30 years, from the early industrial design of small buildings, including some building supplies, to the beginning of his fame for many private residences, and finally, to many large public buildings...... His designs can be found throughout Tokyo, police departments. ”

If the target of the prisoner is really a design work for Teiji Moriya, then he has no clue where he will commit the crime next.

"In other words, if you want to find his target building, you can't start at all, right?" Twilight Thirteen felt a pain in her chest and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

There were many cases in Tokyo, and he had seen many prisoners of all kinds.

But even with his experience, this kind of paranoia is quite rare and a headache.

"The problem is troublesome......"

Mori Kogoro, who was listening to the side, groaned and gave a slightly different reason: "In other words, his hatred for that kid from Kudo may just be trying to hide his true purpose, and he is just looking for a cover to try to divert our attention?" ”

"Maybe he planted a bomb on the ring line to blow up the canal bridge." Showing the information on the Loop Canal Bridge, Twilight Thirteen felt that his statement was reasonable, "Maybe that's really the case." ”

"Whatever the case is, the top priority should I go to Professor Moriya to confirm first?" Shiratori Ren Saburo proposed, "If it's his enemy, it's more efficient for him to provide possible candidates than for us to investigate on our own." Even if not, his records and memories of the projects he has worked on must be more comprehensive than what we have consulted, right? ”

Speaking of this, Conan, who was already basically able to lock on the candidate, narrowed his eyes and switched to a child's tone: "Do you mean that uncle with two mustaches?" Yes, he has a big exhibition room in his house, there are a lot of photos, and the last time we visited his house, he invited us to see it! ”

"Well, that's a good place to start. Then prepare the vehicle, Shiratori! ”

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"Is he living in his father's shadow, or does he see the continuation of his father's old creations as proof of his inheritance of his 'noble blood'?"

Standing at the top of the tallest building in the center, Asai Narumi looked up at the statues at the top and sighed emotionally.

"Lunar, I know you have a lot of feelings, but if you're not happy, you'll be preempted by the detective kids." Akemi Miyano, who was standing on the other side of the roof, turned her head to look at him and reminded.

"It's just a sigh, it's a bit unbearable to destroy so many buildings with outstanding design with your own hands." Asai Narumi shook his head, but the hand that grabbed the lever on his side was very steady.

"Ready to start, one, two—"

As the mechanism in the hands of the two of them was triggered at the same time, the tall stone tower slowly made a cracking sound, becoming larger and larger, and finally, it completely split in half from the center.

At the same time, the white fortress in front of them, where they could not find the entrance, was torn apart in either direction as if a cake had been cut in the middle, and it was torn apart in the violent turning sound of the overwhelmed mechanism as if it was about to be destroyed.

Looking at the strange scene of Moses dividing the sea in front of him, Tang Ze stood at the bottom of the tower, listened to the conversation between the two people on the roof, and adjusted the headphones on his ears.

"Ark, have you learned anything from this temple?" Listening to Asai Narumi's emotional exclamation, Tang Ze lowered his head and looked at the little robot beside his legs.

“？ What did you learn? Looking up in confusion, Noah, who didn't understand Tang Ze's train of thought, blinked his eyes twice, "Do you also like symmetrical designs, Leader?" ”

"No, no, no, no, I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the planning of the super-large temple. Not to mention anything else, Teiji Moriya's design level is really a little bit, and you can also learn this kind of box-style hybrid design, so that participants can challenge in sections and so on......"

"Oh, so you mean, can you learn his mechanism design?"

"What are you doing here? Your show is to make people change their minds, and you don't really want to do a reality show...... It's not right, it can indeed be used as a reality show...... Forget it, I didn't say it. Scan it down, ark, all stolen. ”

"Leader, the two of them are down." Kimie Shimabukuro, who couldn't listen anymore, interrupted their strange conversation and reminded him.

Putting away the joke, Tang Ze clapped his hands and arranged the next plan: "Okay, grouped according to the plan, I suspect that there will be a lot of mechanisms or clue designs on the left and right sides of the maze in the last section that need to be taken care of by both sides." In short, pay attention to communication and stay connected. ”

"Leave it to me." Noah nodded, and took a step forward, his form dissipating into the air.

"Stay safe, watch out for secret room traps. This guy's hall is very aggressive. ”

"So are you."

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Sitting in the police car going to Emperor Moriya's house, Conan looked at the street lights that were gradually lit up on the side of the street, confirmed the time, and became slightly anxious.

The villa area where Teiji Moriya lives is already far away from the city, and the car is in Tokyo during the evening rush hour, and even if the siren is blowing, the degree of acceleration is still limited.

Although Maori Kogoro and the others produced the prisoner who wanted to deal with the building of Teiji Moriya, finding him, a detective, was just a matter of convenience, but he was not so lucky at all.

The tone of the prisoner's conversation with him was somewhat familiar to him.

As a consultant detective who relies on on-site reconnaissance and quick wit to deal with the current case, it is rare to encounter a prisoner who wants to have a "competition" with him.

But he didn't see it very often, and he really saw a lot of it from his father's information.

- Who made the concept of rivals and detectives a standard for many detectives since Sherlock Holmes?

In addition, due to the knowledge of cognitive science and Xiaolan's sudden active and enthusiastic desire to participate in the content of related disciplines, he was forced to take the initiative to learn a lot of psychological knowledge and dared to make a judgment.

This prisoner is a typical kind of anti-social murderer who has a deep hatred for him.

Although they were contacted, there were few words, the goal was clear, and it was more like a unilateral notice than an exchange, and there was no room for communication at all.

However, it is such a person who rarely exposes his emotions, and when facing Kudo Shinichi, there are a lot of emotional expressions in the only few sentences, and it is difficult to explain this completely as a trick.

It is also important to note that the prisoner did not talk about the conditions.

Whatever his situation may be, in his own vision, what must have happened today is not a prisoner who endangers public safety and hides in the middle of a police search, but he himself is on top of the sky, throwing new puzzles to the detectives and the police, and he should enjoy this sense of control, and feel the value of the trouble and disaster caused to others.

The summary of the Twilight Police Department is more accurate - "madman".

So, Conan, who was thinking about similar questions all the way in the traffic jam, waited on the sofa of Emperor Moriya's house, looked at the other side with a calm face, and even when Shi Shiran lit a pipe for Emperor Moriya, the alarm of suspicion was already full.

Overly neat and decently dressed, it was obviously time after dinner, and when he saw a few policemen who came to the door because of an emergency, he even had the leisure to pick out a set of new clothes that were neatly ironed.

With a gentle smile on his face, his posture did not lower in the slightest, but crossed his legs, and he lit a cigarette comfortably, as if he was enjoying the moment surrounded by everyone's eyes.

An excessively clean house, even the plush and upholstery on the sofa, and the well-lit walls with just the right amount of mood and mood......

It's all in line with his stereotype of an antisocial obsessive-compulsive serial murderer.

Shaking the fire house in his hand twice, Moriya Teiji gently folded it into two sections in the ashtray, and nodded slowly: "What you said is very reasonable, these cases seem to be coincidental to the point of outrageous." ”

The same is true of this way of saying it.

Relying on his inconspicuous status as a child, Conan slipped off the single ottoman and slowly circled around Teiji Moriya's living room.

The more you turn, the more suspicious you feel.

Although the living room was not decorated in perfect symmetry for the sake of the aesthetics of the soft furnishings, there are many decorative paintings and photographs on one side of the wall, and clocks, closets, low cabinets and other furniture on the other side, but they are generally in a contrasting relationship with each other, and still, they can be regarded as symmetrical.

Conan stared at the back of Teiji Moriya's head for a moment.

Teiji Moriya, you still say you don't have OCD?

"Mr. Moritani, do you have any thoughts on possible doubts......

"Well, let me think about it." Teji Moriya nodded, but his gaze stayed on Conan, who walked to the other side of the low table and stared at the photo on the table, "That's a photo of me and my parents when I was a child, Conan-kun." ”

Conan, who was observing the layout of the house, was stunned, his eyes fell on the center of the picture frame in front of him, and he finally understood what Teiji Moriya was talking about.

"It's not like in Japan. Professor Moriya, your dad looks like a very powerful man. Conan looked at the three people in the photo for a few seconds, held back for a while, and reluctantly answered.

What does Teiji Moriya mean by showing a family photo to an elementary school student, in order to change the subject?

Why are you still staring at me, and what do you want me to say, you can't let me praise you for being so cute when you were a child, right?

"Yes, Professor Moriya's father was a world-renowned architect who was active in the European architectural community, mainly in the United Kingdom." Shiratori Ren Saburo answered with a smile, not letting the scene completely cool down, "What I like is the consistent design style of Professor Moriya's family." ”

Speaking of this, Shiratori Ren Saburo glanced at the information documents that were placed on the coffee table and no one cared about them, and Emperor Moriya didn't flip through the information documents a few times, and couldn't help but have some associations: "Speaking of this, I remember Ling Zun, it seems that the passing is ......"

"15 years ago, he died in a fire with my mother, and this house is exactly what I inherited from him in the name of my inheritance." Teji Moriya nodded, held his pipe to his mouth, and took a slow breath, "He is indeed a great architect, and he has had a very important impact on my life. ”

After saying that, his gaze stayed on Conan again, as if he really wanted the other party to follow his words and say something.

Conan, who did not understand what he was looking at and, because of the reasoning, had many doubts about him: "? ”

What is this doing, trying to test the children's opinion about him?

Conan turned his head, looked at the family photo with Big Ben in the background, blinked his eyes, and stifled a sentence: "No wonder Professor Moriya, he looks a bit British." ”

"Oh? What do you say? Do I have a place where I look like a British? Hearing his words, Emperor Moriya's tone was still very calm, but the corners of his mouth suddenly rose.

Obviously, Conan was very happy with what he said.

Conan gave him a strange look, repeatedly making sure that he really didn't see the problem of his identity, and was really talking to a primary school student, and he couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

Are you waiting for a primary school student to give you a few words and let you feel the happiness of "children are very innocent, so what they say is the truth"?

What do I have to say, you grew up in the UK, and you didn't have a sense of belonging to Japan, but just followed your parents' job changes and returned to China.

Or do you not only decorate your home in a style that works hard to operate many classic elements of the Stuart architectural classics, but also try to find yourself to feel like you're still in England?

Or, about you, the British suit that doesn't really fit your appearance style too much, the overly structured fit and strict lines make you have to grow a beard to match this dressing temperament......

In short, Teiji Moriya was a spiritual Englishman who was Japanese everywhere.

These reasons are very good, but Conan held back for a few seconds and couldn't say a word.

Either way, it doesn't sound like what an elementary school student should say, or what can be said, and in the face of this kind of suspect, who is very likely to harbor malice towards Kudo Shinichi, Conan doesn't want to reveal a little bit of his intelligence that far exceeds that of a first-grade elementary school student.

Somehow, Yusuke Kitagawa's calm and calm face, no matter how outrageous and strange things he said, flashed in front of his eyes.

"Hairline." Conan blurted out, "I watch Sherlock Holmes movies and TV series, and my uncles in England have the same hairline as you." ”

Teiji Moriya with a frozen smile on his face: "......"

I don't know why, this feeling of making people panic, but not being able to say a blunt word, makes him feel inexplicably familiar......

"Little friend, what about the little girl who came with you that day, why didn't you see her coming?" Choked for a moment, Teiji Moriya stopped pretending, and finally asked the question he really wanted to ask.

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"His father died in the fire, but he chose to use the flame to further destroy everything he thought was 'imperfect'......" Looking at the flickering fire in front of him, Asai Narumi's face was a little cold, "Is this really the choice that a child of a fire victim will make?" ”

"It's hard to say." Ignoring the heat and flames around him, Tang Ze strode on the red carpet on the ground and walked from the other side of the room to the opposite side of Asai Narumi, "Is he a victim or a ......?"

Asai Narumi's expression is not good-looking, and it seems that in the hall of Teiji Moriya, the fact that he has to use flames to solve puzzles has caused a lot of negative emotions in him.

Tang Ze looked at his expression and pondered silently in his heart.

For this issue, Asai Narumi really has the right to speak.

The flame was the destruction buried deep in his heart, and the root of the urging him to move forward, even if it was for revenge, he did not choose any similar means.

- He keeps the flame to himself as the final chapter of the story and the epilogue of self-destruction.

In his opinion, Teiji Moriya is not like a victim's family at all, but more like an existence on the other side.

"You mean to say that he ...... for his own ambitions" Asai Narumi looked at the black blindfold on Tang Ze's face, as if through its blocking, he still looked straight into Tang Ze's eyes.

"I don't have definite evidence, but I guess so." Tang Ze shrugged his shoulders, waiting for the flames to burn the carpet behind him, and turned his head to look at the door that slowly revealed its true face as everything in the room melted, "Yes or no, we'll know soon." ”

(End of chapter)