Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Several hotel staff were standing at the door of room 1004.

One of the middle-aged men dressed as a manager looked pale and was holding a cell phone, talking to someone unknown.

Edogawa Conan struggled to squeeze through their legs and came to the front, where he was greeted by a strong smell of blood.

The structure of the room in front of them was similar to theirs. It was connected to the living room after a short corridor. Standing at the door, one could see the sofa in the distance, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scenery outside.

Hanchuan Long sat on the ground with his back against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Edogawa Conan's heart tightened. He ignored the screams of the people behind him, carefully avoided a string of blood spots on the floor at the door, and ran towards Kankawa Ryu.

Hanchuan Long was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. His chest and shoulders were stained with large red patches, and even the back of his right hand and the base of his palm were stained with blood.

Conan Edogawa looked at his wide-open left eye and bloody right eye. The first step was to check his pulse, but all he felt was a coldness.

"..."

He withdrew his hand silently and began to observe the corpse.

Soon, he discovered something strange.

The deceased was shot in the right eye, which could be said to be a single shot, but the glass behind the body was intact. There was a large pool of blood on the floor near the sofa, which was obviously where he fell after being shot.

That raises the question - why did the murderer drag the deceased from the floor and make him sit against the window?

Edogawa Conan frowned slightly and glanced at the sofa next to him.

There was a laptop computer on the sofa, pressed under a pillow. The DV camera that Kanchuan Long had been holding in his hand yesterday was placed sideways with the lens facing downwards, and the memory card slot was empty.

Just as Edogawa Conan was about to go forward to check, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and lifted him up. His legs dangled in the air, and he turned his head to face the furious face of Maori Kogoro.

"You little brat, who allowed you to come in?!"

"Uncle, uncle..."

Conan Edogawa encountered the crime scene and once again forgot that he was just a child, and forced out an awkward smile.

"Get out of here! No one is allowed to enter the scene until the police arrive!!"

Kogoro Mouri returned to the door holding Conan Edogawa by the back of his collar. When the hotel staff saw his expression, they all avoided him. He simply let go and let the little boy fall back to the ground.

Edogawa Conan returned to the ground, and smoothed his wrinkled collar with a pained smile. He looked at the onlookers outside and found that the residents of other rooms on this floor had also arrived.

The person closest to him was Pu Siqinglan. She looked at Han Chuanlong's body from afar, her face full of astonishment, and murmured, "How is this possible..."

Edogawa Conan took in her expression.

"Sure enough, there is another case."

A calm male voice suddenly sounded from behind Edogawa Conan.

Edogawa Conan was startled, and when he looked up again, he saw that it was Aoyagi Binkou who was standing behind him at some point, and Pu Si Qinglan on the side also looked over.

Qingliu Binguang looked at the corpse expressionlessly. He was not wearing formal clothes, but a black vest and a round-neck white T-shirt. The large neckline exposed half of his shoulders, and a pattern printed on the skin was faintly visible.

If he hadn't known in advance that he was an FBI agent, Conan Edogawa would probably have thought that he was a playboy artist from nowhere, the kind who played the piano and sang on the streets.

"...Mr. Qingliu, what do you mean by 'again'?" He noticed the other party's choice of words.

Aoyagi Akimitsu retracted his gaze, looked down at Edogawa Conan, raised his hand and touched his head: "Go back and change your clothes first, at least don't run around in the corridor in slippers."

Edogawa Conan: "..."

Just like a year ago, I feel that I shouldn’t disclose case information to minors casually…

The hotel manager next to him finally put down his phone. He looked at Maori Kogoro, who was a detective, and then looked at Aoyagi Akiko, who was not a law enforcement officer from his country. "I have called the police and notified the chairman. The Osaka Prefecture police will be here soon, and..."

……

Large restaurant on the first floor of the hotel.

"Shui Wu, why do you look so ugly?"

In order to prepare for today's filming, the Nichiuri TV crew woke up early and were gathering on the first floor to have breakfast. One of the staff members noticed that Rena Mizunashi did not look well.

Mizunashi Reina patted her cheeks and said, "Really? Maybe I accidentally put on too much powder. I'll go to the bathroom to check later."

After hearing her say this, the man naturally didn't say much. He continued eating and occasionally chatted with the person next to him.

And in places that ordinary people cannot see, Rena Mizunoshi clenched her hands under the table again and again, her fingertips almost pinching into her palms.

In fact, my colleague was not wrong. She was feeling very bad now. Her head was dizzy and she didn't faint, but she was very uncomfortable.

Glenn left yesterday afternoon after saying those words. Although he left some instructions, on the one hand, there were tasks and work needs, and on the other hand, he was not her superior and she didn't have to obey him, so after he left, Mizunashi Rena still met with cameraman Namikawa and Kamikawa Ryu.

—Then this morning, she looked like this.

Mizuno Rena forced herself to cheer up and quietly held the phone.

However, before she could blindly type out an email to Glenn to inform him of her physical abnormalities, the colleague sitting opposite her suddenly stood up and looked towards the restaurant entrance in surprise.

"What's going on? Why are the police here?"

This restaurant, which serves breakfast and regular set meals, is located next to the lobby on the first floor. When Mizunashi Reina, who was sitting with her back to the door, turned around, she saw several Osaka police officers who had appeared on interview programs walking past the door.

Mizuno Rena was stunned, and a stronger sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in her heart.

...Could it be that something happened to any of the distinguished guests above?
She kept staring at the door. After those policemen walked past, several other people walked past.

The young man in the lead had short blond hair and dark skin. He was wearing a gray suit and was talking to a man next to him who was wearing an olive suit.

Perhaps he noticed the gaze coming from this side, so the man looked over. Since their seats were not far from the door, Mizunashi Rena could see his appearance clearly. His facial features were more profound than those of ordinary Asians, and he looked like a mixed-race.

The blond man also noticed her, but after a few seconds he looked away and continued walking forward.

……

The tenth floor of the hotel.

"besides……"

The hotel manager looked a little unhappy: "...It seems that the public security department will also send people over."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the others changed slightly, even Edogawa Conan frowned.

Although the public security police are called police, their main job is to be spies responsible for intelligence work. Their daily behavior style is somewhat extreme, which makes ordinary people feel scared when they hear this word.

"…Why would they get involved?"

Kogoro Mouri scratched his head. He was a former detective. Unlike the others present, he had dealt with those people face to face in the past and had a deeper understanding of this word.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came.

Edogawa Conan looked in the direction of the sound, and when he saw one of them clearly, a bolt of thunder suddenly struck him on the head.

——Why is Mr. Amuro here?!? (End of this chapter)