Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 92

"Ah, I didn't expect such a fate to meet you here."

Kirishima Mai held Qinghai Chuantang's hand, seemingly intimately.

And Qinghai Chuantang himself was waiting for her, but he didn't say a word, just imagining how to realize the killing with eyes in the novel.

"Extremely lucky. I didn't expect Xiaolan to get a self-service cake for four people!"

"It seems that this is what Xiao Tangtang called the 'Emperor of Europe'. I just happen to be here to interview someone, and then treat Xiao Tangtang to dinner. Since we meet, don't you mind going together?"

Mai Kirishima smiled, looking very enthusiastic.

Then, she said: "The protagonist is the best-selling romance novelist, Mr. 'Koshimoto Yasuhide'."

"If you are his fans, you can also follow along! Maybe you can even get autographs or something."

Sera Masumi and Conan, who are obsessed with detectives and reasoning, naturally have never heard of the name Koshimoto Yasuhide.

But Sonoko bought a complete set of his works and was deeply impressed by the love in them.

And Xiaolan is also known because she likes his "Detective Love Story" series.

"Really? That's great! If that's the case, let's go eat cake first!"

With that said, Yuanzi pulled Xiaolan and ran to the self-help area.

Qinghai Chuantang didn't speak, but pointed at the direction they were running to, signaling to everyone to hurry over.

Sera Masumi looked at this scene and felt a little strange.

"what happened?"

Qinghai Chuantang reached out and poked Mai Kirishima, motioning for her to help explain.

"Ah, this. How should I say it?"

Mai Kirishima looked a little embarrassed.

She looked around, then took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's mainly because it's too deep, so I can't speak."

I will strangle you to death!

Qinghai Chuantang deeply felt that his reputation had been ruined.

She grabbed the other person's face hard, and explained: "Actually, I just got angry from eating spicy food yesterday, and then got a mouth ulcer. It hurts when I talk, so I try not to talk."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang let go of his hand, and then covered his left cheek.

"hiss--"

The expression is particularly painful, and it feels like the facial features are almost wrinkled into a ball.

Shiliang Zhenchun showed doubts, "Eh? If that's the case, what does Mai-san mean when she said 'too deep'?"

Mai Kirishima showed a meaningful smile.

"Well, you'll understand when you grow up. It's rare to see a child as innocent as you now. Maybe it's because of your name?"

So pure, really so simple.

After speaking, Mai Kirishima pulled Qinghai Chuantang away and rushed to the self-help area.

Shiliang Zhenchun looked at the back of the two leaving, and was even more puzzled.

She lowered her head and approached Conan, asking, "Conan, do you know what she meant just now?"

Conan shook his head honestly, and said that he didn't know much about it either.

As the saying goes, people depend on food.

So even if he endured the pain, Qinghai Chuantang would wipe them all out.

But the appearance of having to eat the cake while suffering again and again made several people feel unbearable to watch it.

"Actually, I didn't feel such pain in the morning. But someone told me that if you stick vitamin C on the ulcer, it will heal faster."

"I tried it, and the wound felt like it was burning, and it got worse."

Qinghai Chuantang typed everything he wanted to say on his mobile phone and showed the content to everyone.

But that kind of pain is different from the pain of injury, it is a kind of pain that hurts but feels good.

There is even a little bit more.

As Sera Masumi who has had a similar experience, she comforted with a smile: "I actually had oral ulcers when I was a child, but I grind vitamin C into powder and sprinkle it on the wound, and it will heal soon."

"It might hurt a little in the first few seconds, but just bear with it."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded with tears in his eyes, and stuffed the cake into his mouth in big gulps, in a posture of "fighting poison with fire".

But she is still pretending to be elegant, and she can't see her wolfing down at all.

Others are extraordinarily lucky not to have similar experiences, perhaps thanks to their good schedules.

Therefore, it is impossible to empathize with Qinghai Chuantang's pain.

I don't even know how to say words of comfort.

Mai Kirishima is very good at enlivening the atmosphere.

Amidst the laughter, the cake feast finally came to an end.

At the end, everyone was still a little bit unsatisfied.

I don't know if the taste of the cake is too tempting, or Mai Kirishima's jokes are too funny.

If there were no oral ulcers, Qinghai Chuantang would have grabbed her by the collar and asked: Tong Dao, when did you steal my jokes?
"Now that we're ready, let's go to Mr. Koshimoto's room."

After arriving at the elevator door, Mai Kirishima pressed the up button.

"When I talked to him before, I felt that he was a kind and enthusiastic person. And when I heard that fans came to visit him, he also showed a very welcoming look."

Sonoko clasped his hands together, and said with great anticipation: "I heard that Mr. Yueben is a very handsome man with a height of 180. I don't know if he will be like the rumors when I see him later. Like that."

"The garden."

Xiaolan reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Jingji will be unhappy if you are like this."

"Knowing how to appreciate beautiful things is a necessary nature for everyone. And those who dare to speak out this nature boldly are even more rare and precious."

Just after Mai Kirishima finished speaking, the elevator door opened.

A group of people took the elevator and came to Room 303 where Koshimoto Yasuhide was located.

Mai Kirishima knocked on the door lightly, but no one responded.

After waiting for a few minutes, Mai Kirishima knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.

And when I called, the phone of the other party was also turned off.

"It's really weird, wait a moment, I'll go to the front desk to get a spare key."

When Mai Kirishima took the spare key and opened the door of the room, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

There were many manuscripts scattered on the sofa, and the house was in such a mess that it looked like a thief had entered.

Could it be that.
Conan ran in quickly, only to see the man lying on the floor, wearing only a pair of underwear all over his body.

Surprised, Conan couldn't help shouting: "Call the police! Xiaolan, don't come in!"

Xiaolan couldn't help feeling puzzled when she heard the other party's address.

After Conan finished speaking, he was also stunned for a moment, and immediately corrected when he found something wrong: "I, I mean, sister Xiaolan, you girls had better not come in. Because, because of this"

However, as he was speaking, everyone except Yuanzi and Xiaolan walked in.

"Eh? Isn't this Mr. Koshimoto? Just lying on the ground naked like this, isn't he afraid of catching a cold?"

Mai Kirishima showed doubts on her face, and when she was about to reach out to shake the other party awake, she was held back by Qinghai Chuantang.

She shook her head, indicating that Koshimoto Yasuhide was dead.

"Well, Shiliang, sister Xiaotang, why don't you come out? After all, if you're naked, no matter what."

Obviously, the two girls outside the door were shy.

Mai Kirishima smiled, and didn't take it seriously, but said in relief: "Don't worry, I will do this too"

The voice stopped abruptly.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I continued to add: "This is not the first time I have seen this. What's more, I am also an adult, and there is nothing to be shy about. But..."

Kirishima Mai looked at Sera Masumi, "If you're a high school student, it's better not to? Besides, why are you staring so engrossed?"

After realizing that the other party was talking to him, Sera Masumi realized it.

She explained: "I was just thinking, why did the murderer take off all his clothes. Could it be that he wanted to express something?"

The deceased Koshimoto Yasuhide, male, 36 years old, best-selling romance novelist.

The time of death is speculated to be around 11 o'clock last night.

There were scars on the side of the head of the corpse that were suspected of being hit hard, and the murder weapon should be a blood-stained crystal ashtray not far away.

"Judging from the blood stains on the wound, the murderer should have taken off his clothes after killing him. Moreover, the fibers of the carpet were still stained on his forehead."

A safe near the head of the bed was opened and its contents disappeared.

"Could it be that the murderer did it for money?"

"Probably not"

Mai Kirishima pointed her chin with her index finger and recalled: "During the call before, Mr. Koshimoto mentioned the safe, saying that it contained some top-secret information."

"I guess, it could be the manuscript of the next novel, right? After all, it is inevitable for colleagues to be jealous of each other."

No, not right.

Conan stroked his chin and thought, if it's just a manuscript, there's no need to put it in the safe.

Unless it is a particularly valuable item, or something of great significance to him.

And since the murderer took that thing away, it shows that that thing is also very important to the murderer.

As long as you find someone who has a stake in Koshimoto Yasuhide, you can find out who the murderer is.

"Actually, the murderer is Kirishima."

Qinghai Chuantang typed this text on the phone.

"You pretended to invite me to dinner in order to use me to get rid of suspicion. After all, in a case, the first person to be suspected is the first person to discover."

"And based on experience, the probability that the first person to discover is the murderer is often above 60 percent."

Qinghai Chuantang looked heartbroken, ready to kill his relatives righteously.

"Miss Tang, stop joking."

Takagi smiled, and suddenly realized something was wrong. "Miss Tang, you probably have a toothache, so you can't talk, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head, barely squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

"Mouth."

"Mouth, ulcer?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded.

Takagi gave his own suggestion: "If this is the case, actually put vitamin C on the ulcer, and it will heal soon."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, stretched out his thumb with one hand, bent it twice, and expressed his gratitude to him.

It seems that choosing sign language cram school was the right choice.

As the investigation deepened, valuable information was obtained from the hotel waiter.

"Last night, around 11:30. I saw a man with a bag coming out of Mr. Koshimoto's room."

"Then do you remember what that man looked like?"

The waiter thought for a while, then shook his head, "He was in front of me at the time, so he didn't see his face."

"That man is wearing a hat, looks very tall, and feels very strong. It feels like he exudes a dangerous aura, very imposing."

It sounds a bit like Leon in "This Killer Is Not So Cold".

"I understand!"

Mai Kirishima clapped her hands, showing an expression of sudden realization: "It must be because Mr. Koshimoto procrastinated and the readers were dissatisfied, so they hired a professional killer to kill him!"

Conan's expression instantly became speechless: Why are you like Uncle Maori?

However, the waiter also agreed with her statement.

"Yes, there is indeed that feeling. It is that he walks slowly, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Although I didn't see his profile, I remember his height."

The waiter stopped, pointed to the number plate and said: "The height of this number plate is 1.3 meters. It seemed to reach his chest at that time. It should be 1.8 meters, maybe it should be higher."

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　　Oral ulcers, only those who have experienced it know how uncomfortable it is.It hurts to touch...

　　
　
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