Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 316 'Red Herring'

The glass windows are obviously very unusual.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Tanaka Kikue took the lead to explain, "Are you referring to why the area around the glass window is clean and there is no snow at all? It's actually a mechanism."

"Because most of the people attending the party are magic enthusiasts. Although some have only theoretical knowledge and no hands-on skills, everyone more or less likes magic and is very eager to perform magic in person,"

She smiled. "Also interested in the idea that no one can crack the magic tricks I come up with,"

"So someone suggested...ah, it's the owner of the chat room, codenamed 'Escape King'. He should also have privately chatted with you, right, 'Magician's Apprentice'?"

Suzuki Sonoko shook her head, "No,"

"I'm not very familiar with him," she said. She had been standing at the side of a future, two or three steps behind. It was a position where she could grab the arm of the person in front or hide behind the person in front of her no matter what happened.

This position was unconscious, and what was even more unconscious was that while she was talking, she subconsciously looked at a line of sight from the future, "He didn't tell me in private about the real magic show, the gasoline for the suspension bridge, and the glass windows. Don’t even know.”

"Hey, that's weird," Tanaka Kikue and the others looked at each other, thought about it, and laughed again, "Maybe it's because I'm too busy,"

"How childish."

While his thoughts were spinning, Ichijo Mirai smiled without changing his expression and lifted the suitcase to the door.

"Anyway, he chatted with me privately and suggested that we take advantage of this gathering to really treat ourselves as magicians and try to perform magic. The most important thing for a magician is hand speed, observation and reaction speed. , so he sprinkled some gasoline on the drawbridge,"

"He said it was some kind of special glass prepared for his own magic." She showed a recalling expression, but also felt a little disgusted. "It sounds a lot like escape magic."

He grabbed Conan's back collar and said, "Why did you kid hold your sister Xiaolan's hand again without knowing it? She has a cold. Stay away and don't infect her!"

A future eye moved.

"Then I left a note in the villa," she showed her helplessness, and looked at her companions who had already read the note, and shrugged, "It was printed in advance, and it said something like ' Haha, you didn't notice the smell of gasoline on the suspension bridge, right? If it were true, you would have been burned to death if you walked across the suspension bridge without any precautions, like a stupid rookie magician' or something like that."

Suzuki Sonoko had no objection. She nodded in agreement without thinking before she finished listening to what Mirai Ichijo was saying. She only reacted as if it was a suggestion.

...Actually, it’s okay not to have a long conversation. Anyway, a detective who needs to solve crimes in the future does not need to solve the unsolved problems 100%.

Mouri Kogoro had objections.

The former was the one who blurred his gender on the Internet, and the one behind was Toshiya Hamano who opened the door. Naoko Kuroda was also a little uncomfortable when she spoke, and subconsciously touched her neck with her hand.

Naoko Kuroda nodded in agreement, and then explained, "The windows are also caused by a mechanism,"

Standing at the door and asking questions will give you a subtle sense of cross-examination, making the person being questioned feel alert and wary.

Tanaka Kikue has no fluctuations.

Some people have less fluctuations, only frowning a little, and some people have more fluctuations, frowning very tightly, showing a disgusted expression, which lasts for a long time, nearly ten seconds. When Naoko Kuroda finishes speaking, Only then could he suppress his strange expression.

It's better to sit down and have a long talk.

His eyes moved slightly for a few seconds, falling to the side of the villa, barely able to see the corner of the living room window, and then moved back to look at everyone's expressions without leaving a trace. When Naoko Kuroda mentioned the 'escape magic', he caught There were some fluctuations on many people's faces.

Mao Lilan and Conan had no objections and nodded in agreement.

Mirai Ichijo collected their respective reactions. He did not ask immediately. Instead, he looked sideways at the snow outside the circle villa and asked everyone politely: "It is indeed a bit cold outside, and we also have a cold." "Children, please go in and talk first?"

"I hope not. I don't want to know what the escape magic is that requires us to escape from the window, and I don't want to leave the warm villa and go outside to blow the cold wind instead."

"The 'Escape King' arrived at the villa one day in advance and changed all the windows in the villa. From thick glass windows that can withstand wind and snow to very fragile glass windows, we used the bathroom on the first floor to experiment. Even two girls, Tanaka and I, can easily break the glass with our fists."

"Okay, since it's all a misunderstanding, you guys go in first, Conan and I will go back first," he said as he came back with Conan. The first half of the sentence was polite, but as if he remembered something, the second half of the sentence was matched with "Shen". face, "But,"

"I'm a detective!"

"If any of you have ill intentions towards my daughter..."

Mouri Kogoro didn't say the rest of the words, he just raised his clenched fists, smiled a few times, and softened his expression, "Then you go in first, it's windy outside, don't catch a cold. ”

"We're leaving now. Go back. Go back quickly and don't send me away. It's windy and you'll catch a cold!"

Before Conan could say a word, he was carried away by the scruff of his neck.

Mao Lilan hesitated and chased for a few steps, but was driven back again. She could only hold the suitcase honestly, and while looking back at the background of her father's departure, she said hesitantly, "Then, let's go in?"

The wind blew the suspension bridge leisurely, and Kogoro Mouri walked quite carelessly. When he walked on the suspension bridge, he was talking to Conan with his head lowered, and he didn't pay too much attention to his movements. He stepped on the suspension bridge and shook it slightly.

Mirai Ichijo looked at the suspension bridge a few more times, glanced at the expressions on other people's faces with his peripheral vision, and replied: "Let's go in."

They entered the villa.

The fireplace in the villa was lit, and it was slowly producing a warm atmosphere. Not long after the door was closed, the cold air blown into the living room was tinged with warmth, and the room became warm.

There were three or four cups of coffee on the table in the living room. It seemed that before the door opened, people in the villa were drinking coffee and chatting. The light in the kitchen was on, and a young man with a pot head walked out of the kitchen carrying several cups of tea.

He placed three cups of coffee on the empty seat and sat down on a seat on one side. He did not speak, only nodded and said hello silently, like a taciturn and constrained diligent worker.

The middle-aged man who opened the door also saw it, so he said: "Can you guys have some hot drinks first before you go up to choose a room? It's so cold outside, it's not easy to come here in a hurry. Drink something hot to keep away the cold."

Then he introduced, "Oh, this is not a person attending the party. He is a helper I invited, named Sukama Kiyhiro."

The beater nodded again.

"My villa has not been used for a long time," the middle-aged man motioned for everyone to take a seat. "Cleaning and other things need to be prepared in advance, so I hired a temporary helper. He will not disturb us."

Mirai Ichijo parked his suitcase next to the sofa, sat down, and asked, "Are you the owner of the villa?"

"I heard before that the 'Escape King' had replaced all the windows in the villa. I thought the villa belonged to him."

"So he chatted with me privately," the middle-aged man laughed, "If the villa belongs to him, I really think that guy might have quietly replaced the glass window without saying anything and not telling us in advance. Want to be a real magician for a while." Just as the police had no objection to the detective at the murder scene, he had no discomfort with Ichigo's questioning about the future, and even actively cooperated and handed over a piece of printing paper, "This is what he said about the murder scene. Suspension Bridge Gasoline Smell Message.”

Ichijo Miku paused for a few seconds, his eyes looking at the middle-aged man's face that really showed no disgust, and he was silent because this attitude naturally did not look like he was responding to cross-examination, but like he was drinking water and eating.

He reached out and took the note, "Okay."

The note contained printed fonts from a printer. It simply explained that the suspension bridge smelled of gasoline, and jokingly mocked those who didn't notice that they were not suitable to be magicians.

"He asked me to borrow the key two days ago," the middle-aged man added. "Please leave the key at the door of the villa when I go to clean it so that he can replace the glass. I guess the note was left at that time. Bar."

"I have never met him," he confessed proactively. "I only called him once, when he asked me for a favor. I am not a person with a good temper and will agree to whatever my friends ask for. The villa is mine. , although I don’t live there often, I’m not very happy with replacing the glass collectively,”

"It's just that when he calls..."

"At once,"

The middle-aged man hesitated, looked at his other companions first, and then said hesitantly, "I felt like he was about to cry. He kept pleading with me, saying something like he would die if I didn't agree. ,"

"I feel that he must have encountered something, such as some special condition of his body, and time was running out, so he gave it a try and wanted to see if he could become a real magician..."

"Detective Ichijo," he said in a sincere tone, "do you think he may have reached an advanced stage of some illness, and his love for magic suddenly became ignited?"

“It’s like something out of a medical drama!”

A future: "..."

Oh, no wonder he didn't get angry when he was questioned with a cross-examination tone. Instead, he actively cooperated. It turned out that he wanted to gossip.

"Maybe," he replied, "if he goes to the hospital now, he may meet some doctors who are looked down upon by doctors and unknown to patients, but who are beyond everyone's surprise and are exceptionally skilled in surgery. They are complaining to that doctor. Magic regretted the surgery, and the surgeon was the same one. After some twists and turns, the surgery was successful, and the post-operative recovery was incredibly fast. Everyone was happy. "

Then he asked other people, "But it's strange that he was so anxious that he almost cried when he asked and said that he might die. Did you notice anything else strange about Mr. 'Escape King'?"

The others shook their heads hesitantly.

"I actually can't imagine it," said Tanaka Kikue, "that guy from 'Escape King' would actually cry..."

"Doesn't it look like his character?"

This sentence was said by Suzuki Sonoko.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and there was confusion on her face, "Mr. Future, if my online persona is 'a young man with a wife and children', then his persona should be 'arrogant stinky ass'" Crazy, he usually likes to give instructions from a high position, he is very annoying, and he also makes sarcastic remarks when others are unlucky."

As he spoke, not only the tip of his eyebrows, Suzuki Sonoko frowned, showing disgust, and gave an example, "For example, some time ago, a magician had an accident during his magic show and unfortunately passed away. He made some ridicule in the group Things like that, you deserve it,"

"Anyway, I'm very disgusted, and he also knows that I'm disgusted with him, so he doesn't chat with me privately. Actually, I'm not surprised, but he will plead to the point of crying..."

Tanaka Kikue said: "It doesn't feel like something he would do."

"So," the middle-aged man said quickly, "I was shocked and agreed to his request without much hesitation. I put the key in the corridor at the entrance of the villa as he said."

In other words, they have no idea who took the key, what they did in the villa, or who replaced the glass windows.

The suspension bridge was also doused with gasoline.

Mirai Ichijo nodded slowly, "That's it."

He picked up the coffee cup and glanced at Suzuki Sonoko involuntarily, thinking: Okay, it's not an illusion, the anomaly has been verified, something will happen in the villa, such as a murder.

It's just...it seems like every time he agrees to Suzuki Sonoko's invitation, he encounters a murder?
The homicide rate is 100%.

Is this also expected in 'A Future'?
Thinking of the express delivery that Suzuki Sonoko conveyed, Ichijo Mirai just drank some coffee and then put down the cup, "I'll carry the luggage to the room."

He stood up, holding his own suitcase in one hand, and Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan's suitcases in the other. He said in a gentle tone, "Go ahead, I can send both suitcases up at once."

The middle-aged man stood up and said without thinking, "Huh? But..."

But the detective who is keen and good at reasoning is not here, what gossip are they talking about!

They couldn't guess at all, and could only barely guess a few possible tendencies.

Suzuki Sonoko also subconsciously stood up, and after receiving a light glance from the future, she subconsciously sat down again. Before her brain could react, her mouth had already moved automatically, and she obediently started the next topic, "Isn't that right?" There are still few people?”

"The guy 'Escape King' isn't here, but I just counted. We have a total of..."

"Oooh, the 'red herring' is upstairs..."

The conversation continues.

Mirai Ichijo carries the luggage upstairs.

When he reached the stairs on the second floor and looked down the corridor, he saw a young man running into him.

The young man looked to be in his twenties. It was very ominous. After the elements of 'snow', 'villa', 'suspension bridge', 'there will be a murder', etc. all overlapped with the previous case, there was another element that overlapped: 'fat'.

This young man is a fat man with a bulging belly, a head circumference wider than that of an ordinary person, and round cheeks, like a fat little bear that has just finished hibernating after a good meal.

But unusually flexible.

At the moment when he was about to fall into a trap like a rabbit hitting a tree stump, he flexibly turned his body to avoid it, and looked at the future with some shock, "Wait, wait, why are you looking at the layout of the villa like in a horror movie? He's standing silently at the top of the stairs like a killer ready to kill!"

Pretty sharp.

Mirai Ichijo thought so and smiled innocently, "How could it be?"

"Do I look like a cruel killer? I am very kind and would not even dare to kill a living fish, Mr. Red Herring."

(End of this chapter)