Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 1391 The Eve of the Train

When Qin Zhibo heard what Sera Masumi said, he was slightly stunned. He neither refuted nor confirmed.

Sera showed a confident smile on his face and continued.

"Although the soul detective was murdered after the show was broadcast, the show was only broadcast for less than half an hour. It is impossible for the enemies under the tree to find the hotel where he was staying so quickly."

"This shows that someone had already planned to kill him before the show aired, and it has nothing to do with the content of the show."

"Combined with what the soul detective said about knowing the inside story of Haneda Hiroshi's case, and the testimony of the cleaner... the murderer was wearing black clothes."

"I think the murderer can only be a member of that organization."

Previously in London, Qin Zhibo introduced the basic situation and organizational structure of the organization to Mary.

Mary later told Sera, so Sera knew that the characteristic of most members of the organization was that they wore black clothes.

The case of Hiroshi Haneda and the disappearance of Tsutomu Akai are also closely related to the organization.

Combining these points, Sera guessed that the organization might be the murderer.

"Also, uncle, you are in such a hurry to leave. I guess you have thought of some clues, right?"

"But this matter cannot be known to ordinary police officers, so let the fat policeman continue to investigate according to the clues of the soul detective's former enemy..."

Although Sera, as Mary's daughter, has never been a detective, she still has basic reasoning ability.

Qin Zhibo looked at Shiliang's confident look and knew he could no longer hide it.

"I did think of someone in the organization, so I wanted to verify it..."

"But that person's identity is quite special, you can't go to meet him."

Qin Zhibo knew that Shiliang said this because he wanted to follow him to continue tracking down clues of the organization.

But Toru Amuro is an undercover agent of the organization, and he cannot have too many red team members around him, otherwise it will arouse suspicion and increase the risk of his identity being exposed.

When Shiliang heard Qin Zhibo's refusal, he hugged Qin Zhibo's arm and acted coquettishly, "Good uncle, just take me to see it, even if you tell me who that person is..."

"No."

Qin Zhibo sat upright, unmoved, "I'll take you home right now, don't have any crooked ideas."

……

Half an hour later, Qin Zhibo drove to the courtyard of a luxury house.

At the entrance of the mansion, there are all kinds of state-of-the-art security measures, and "White Horse" is written on the pillar at the entrance.

This is Sera's temporary residence. Because she has to take care of the injured Hakuba Tan, she is not living with Mari for the time being, but living in Hakuba Tan's house.

Although it is called care, it is not the kind of care for the wounded, but helping the disabled White Horse Detective to conduct various investigations.

He can be considered as Baibatan's detective assistant during this period.

Shiliang opened the door and got out of the car. He turned around and looked at Qin Zhibo, grinning and showing his two little canine teeth. "Uncle Qin, are you sure you don't want to take me with you?"

"It's getting late, you should go take a shower and go to bed."

Qin Zhibo left a word of advice from his elders, stepped on the accelerator, and left the Bai Ma family’s mansion.

As Shira looked at the red sports car going away, the corners of his mouth gradually turned into a sly smile.

  If you don't tell me who that person is, then I won't know?

Shira put his hands behind his back and walked leisurely to the big iron gate.

The iron gate to the Baiba family's house is guarded 24 hours a day. When they recognized that it was Shiliang who returned, they immediately opened the door remotely, not daring to be negligent at all.

"Ms. Sera, you're back."

"Ah."

Shiliang nodded, and just as she was about to go in, she turned around and said, "You don't have to call me Miss, just call me Shiliang, and there's no need for honorifics or anything like that."

The two men in suits guarding the gate heard this and shook their heads, "That won't do. You are a distinguished guest brought back by the young master. We dare not neglect you."

"Otherwise the young master will blame me..."

Hearing the servant say this, Shira shook his head helplessly and could only complain in his heart, "Aristocratic families are troublesome."

But what she didn't know was that the threshold to enter the Bai Ma family was extremely high, and not everyone could enter the house.

Moreover, Bai Ma Tan's family education is also very strict. This is the first time that Bai Ma Tan has brought back a friend from outside at such a age.

And he is a friend of the opposite sex of the same age brought back from London, so his status is self-evident.

Sera entered the mansion, changed his clothes, and went to Hakuba Tan's room.

At this time, Bai Ma Tan was sitting on the hospital bed with a low table in front of him, on which were various documents and a laptop.

"Baima, I'm back."

"Oh……"

Bai Ma Tan stopped typing on the keyboard and looked up and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I watched all the TV programs. The effect is very good."

"Haha~ That's all thanks to Uncle Qin. I was just assisting..." Shiliang scratched his head embarrassedly.

"No." Bai Batan's mouth curled up slightly, "I mean, the effect of you wearing a maid outfit is unexpectedly good."

"what?"

Hearing this, Shira was stunned and a blush quickly appeared on his face.

"W-What are you talking about!?"

"I just rarely try it, it's not like I can't wear it..."

Sera knew that Hakuba-tan was complimenting her on how she looked like a ghost in a maid outfit.

Although I usually dress in a neutral style, I am not averse to wearing feminine clothes.

If she had the chance, she would even like to try out the same bold bikini style as Mary.

At this time, Bai Matan changed the subject, his expression suddenly became serious, and asked.

"Do you know that the soul detective named 'Kaito Horita' was killed in a hotel?"

Shira was stunned, thinking that he was worthy of being the son of the Superintendent General, he was well-informed in this regard.

Shira nodded, "Yes, I just came back from the scene of that case."

"Oh? Tell me how far the case has progressed..."

Sera sat on the chair next to Hakuba's bed and recounted the scene of the case in detail.

Of course, there are her own speculations.

"That is to say, this case was most likely committed by a member of that organization..."

Bai Matan held his chin in his hand, thinking about his investigation into the organization over the past few days.

Although he is the son of the Superintendent of Police, even if he mobilizes all his resources, he cannot find any clues about the organization.

The only clue that seemed valuable was that a certain cadre who attended the meeting had asked the police for protection, claiming that a large criminal organization was going to kill him.

However, when the police arrived at the cadre's home, they found that the cadre had been shot dead.

As the son of the Superintendent of Police, Detective Hakuba is familiar with Ni's participation in the meeting.

The Nisankai is one of the few large underworld gangs in Japan. It is inevitable that they have to deal with the police on a regular basis. It is an organization with shady hands.

But this organization is not very smart. In the eyes of Baima Detective, as long as the police want to crack down on it with all their strength, they can eradicate this social cancer at any time.

Yasuteru Domon, a hard-line parliamentary candidate who had a chance of taking office, was intent on cleaning out these social cancers.

Since the officials attending the meeting in Japan regard it as a huge organization, the scale of this organization is likely not limited to Japan, but a transnational criminal group.

In addition, the police have not found the murderer who assassinated the Nisanhui cadres since then, and there is no suspect at all, which makes Hakuba Tan think of the organization that Sera mentioned.

And the reason why I was injured in London this time was also because of the members of the organization...

Thinking of this, Bai Matan's injury on his back began to hurt vaguely.

He wanted to find the organization's lair immediately and send a large number of police to destroy it, so that he could see with his own eyes what the leader of the organization who had lived for hundreds of years looked like. However, his investigation could only be carried out privately at the moment.

Because the Ni conference cadre was assassinated immediately after calling the police, it also indirectly reflects something.

There is a mole among the police.

If we don't find out who the traitor is, any action will be meaningless.

"What about Qin Zhibo? What did he say?" Bai Ma Tan continued to ask.

Shiliang went to the side and picked up the kettle, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip and said, "That uncle seems to have a clue, but he won't let me follow..."

"Oh."

Bai Ma nodded in understanding, and then said: "He should have his own considerations..."

The Bai Ma detective was easy-going and not too curious about what clues Qin Zhibo had. He continued to operate his laptop.

Originally, he was the type of person with independent reasoning who was not easily influenced by others.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Sera put the remaining water in the cup aside and left Hakubatan's room.

After walking through a bright corridor, Sera returned to his guest room.

Although it is a guest room, it is quite luxuriously equipped with a TV, computer and private bathroom.

Shira sat in the chair and after thinking for a moment, he decided to take out his phone and dial the number.

"Is it Xiaolan?"

"I'm Masumi Sera, haha~ I'm in Japan too!"

"It's been a while since we last met. I wanted to meet up with you guys, so I wanted to ask if your next day off is convenient for you?"

On the other side of the phone, Mao Lilan was somewhat confused about what Sera said.

It hasn’t been long since I came back from London, how come I haven’t seen you for such a long time?

"I'm sorry, Masumi, I have to take the Mystery Train on my next day off, so I won't be able to meet you..."

"How about the next day off? I'll take you around Tokyo..."

"Mystery Train?"

Sera held the phone between his ear and shoulder, and with his free hands he took off the pants he had been wearing all day, revealing the shorts underneath.

"Ah... it's the Suzuki Express. Once a year, a mysterious train line is opened. It is said that there are also reasoning games on it..."

"Oh!"

Shira threw his pants aside and said, "There's such a fun place in Japan? How do I sign up? I want to join, too!"

"Sign up?"

"I'm sorry, the pass for this train was provided by my friend. As for how to sign up, I'm not sure..."

When Sera heard this, and considering that Ran Mouri had little interest in reasoning when she was in London, she immediately guessed something.

"Is the boy with glasses next to you going to participate too?"

"Um……"

"Is there anyone else?"

"Yes, there are also my father, Professor Agasa, Sonoko, and some other children of the same age as Conan."

When Sera heard that there was a kid of the same age as Conan, a sinister smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I get it now."

"Sorry to bother you, good night, Xiaolan."

After hanging up the phone, Shiliang immediately pulled out a photo from his cell phone album.

The shooting angle of the photo is a bit tilted, as if it was taken secretly without the other party's knowledge.

The protagonist in the photo is a childhood sweetheart, with a small red schoolbag on her back, and a petite and cute figure.

Around the little loli, there are Conan, the rice ball-headed kid, the cute little girl, the freckled boy and others.

This is the photo that Sera's mother, Mary, sent me some time ago.

The brown-haired girl in the photo is the child of her mysterious aunt.

Although it seems a little unbelievable, but considering the age, she should still be a cousin who is one year older than me.

Shiliang guessed that the person Qin Zhibo wanted to consult should be this "cousin".

Because my cousin had worked in the organization before, she had some understanding of its various situations.

And Sera just called Mouri Ran, thinking of slowly integrating into Mouri Ran's circle of life and then getting in touch with this "cousin".

Of course, Mary had warned her not to let her "niece" get involved in anything related to the organization, as a child of that size wouldn't be able to do anything physically.

  But this doesn't prevent me from making friends with her!

And Conan happens to be in their group~

I feel so happy!

"Mystery Train..."

Sera's eyes rolled, he turned on his computer and started searching the Internet for information about the mysterious train.

On the Internet, tickets for the mysterious train have long been sold out, and someone even posted a photo online showing that the train pass is a ring.

But generally speaking, such limited edition products can still be obtained through backdoor channels.

"I'll ask Uncle Haneda tomorrow~"

"La~la~la~"

While humming a song, Sera took off his vest and shorts and went into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of running water was heard from inside.

……

In the steamy space, a blonde woman was standing naked under the shower head.

The warm spray of water poured over the soft golden hair, then turned into a trickle, sliding across the perfect curve of the white cheek.

After a while, she turned off the shower and picked up the towel beside her to wipe her body.

When you have wiped it almost clean, pick up a new bath towel and wrap the key area in the middle of your body.

However, the fluffy bath towel could not cover up the curvy and proud figure.

It took her another quarter of an hour to blow-dry her hair into a natural, fluffy wave shape before she walked out of the bathroom and into the guest room of the upscale hotel.

There was not a single light on in the dim room, which was completely illuminated by the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The woman sat on a leather chair, a bouquet of fresh red roses placed on the round table next to her.

Next to the basket of red roses was a bottle of vermouth and a wine glass.

She poured the vermouth into the goblet and swirled it gently.

The fingertips lightly twist the cup foot, the bright red lips lightly touch the edge of the cup wall, and the slightly cool liquid slides down the throat into the depths of the soul.

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

The woman put the goblet back on the table and placed one hand across her chest, supporting the elbow of her other arm.

"Bourbon..."

"How is the investigation going?"