Detective Conan: The Grey Winged Angel

　　 On Friday, August 17th, in the evening, the Okutama Villa, a bungalow residence, owned by the mystery novelist Masaki Moruguchi.

　　 In the living room, Masaki Moriguchi and Maori are separated by the middle chairperson. Yamazaki and Eisuke Hondō sit on the sofa by the wall to listen in. Editor Harei, reporter Kakuharu Dejima, and photographer Tarumizu are standing by.

　　 The maid came to ask about the drinks everyone wanted, and then offered them.

　　 Waiting for the maid to leave, the chattering box reopened, Zhukou Yigui and Maori chatted casually, Maori exchanged words like a stream, and seemed to know Zhukou Yigui very well.

　　 This is what Mori did some homework before. I read the information about Yoshiki Mokuguchi compiled by Yamazaki and Eisuke Hondō from the Internet.

　　 "Crack." The portable tape recorder stopped suddenly, and the conversation was interrupted by a sudden noise.

　　 "Ah, I'm sorry." The reporter Kakuharu Dejima explained quickly, "I didn't expect the two to meet each other late, so I didn't prepare such a long tape."

　　Mokuguchi Yoshiki smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a casual chat."

　　 Maori turned the subject off, "Speaking of which, you are still using a tape recorder."

　　 The reporter Kakuharu Dejima changed the tape while saying: "Yes, it's basically digital recording now, but I can't feel at ease without seeing the tapes."

　　 "And digital things, if it fails, it is sometimes difficult to recover, and this thing is where the tape is recorded."

　　 "That's true too." Maori nodded.

　　 Photographer Tarumizu sighed: "Actually, I am the same. All my friends who take pictures use digital cameras, but I can't put it down anyway. I have already used the old-fashioned mechanical camera I am used to."

　　 "Although it's a bit inconvenient to not be able to confirm the results immediately, but in comparison, it is true."

　　 "I feel like a technology expert." Maori laughed.

　　 "That's right, that's it," the photographer Shuimizuzu smiled agreeably, "That kind of camera, really can take good pictures for fools."

　　 "That's why it's a fool camera." The reporter Kakuharu Dejima smiled.

　　 The three Maori laughed, but the novelist Masaki Moriguchi didn't think it was funny, and laughed reluctantly.

　　 Qingrong’s editor said, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry to interrupt the discussion you are so engaged in, but Mr. Zhuguchi is now serializing works, and the deadline is approaching. Let’s talk about what we need to do first.”

Zhuguchi Yigui smiled and said, "Ah, don’t be so rigid, Miss Qingrong, my formal conversation with the Maori detective will be tomorrow morning. I’ll be free tonight, and I’ll cook some good ones later. Food, we have a good drink."

　　 "That's so thankful." Maori smiled brightly, but a closer look reveals that it is actually a little weird, and it is probably defamatory.

　　 Yamazaki and Eisuke Hondō smiled bitterly at each other. It's already dinner time. The old gentleman didn't seem to have the intention of preparing them. It seemed that he planned to eat dinner and supper together.

　　 This guy was a bit stingy and even harsh on the Internet, which caused the former editor to commit suicide. Sure enough, what he said was true and it was really saving.

　　 Haruyoshi editor said: "Then, before getting drunk, you should first check the content to be discussed tomorrow morning, so that you will not delay the time for the official interview, which will be very tight."

　　 The reporter Kakuharu Dejima smiled and said, "Ah, tomorrow morning, under the rising sun, under the rising sun, the mystery writer Masaki Moriguchi and the famous detective Kogoro Mori will discuss the new dawn of reasoning."

　　 Photographer Tarumizu praised: "Well, just by imagination, you can feel that beautiful picture."

　　 Maori laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. "When the time comes, I will ask you two more."

　　 Michiguchi asked: "By the way, this news has been released, right?"

　　 Reporter Dejima Kakuharu showed the "Art Times" magazine, "Yes, it is already in the preview of this new issue, please see."

　　 There are a bunch of notice boards on the pages of the book. The news about Yoshiki Zhuguchi and Maori is in the middle part, in a good position, and there is a conspicuous black background and white text picture prompt, very eye-catching.

　　 Harunai editor took over and took a look, and then presented it to Yoshiki Zhuguchi, "It is indeed a big publicity, please check it out."

　　Mokuguchi Masaki took it with a smile, but after only one glance, his face was not right, "Miss Qingrong, do you have a ruler?"

　　 "If it's a tape measure, I would carry it with me." Editor Qing Rong submitted the tape measure.

　　Mokuguchi Masaki took the pages of the book, and suddenly became a bit gritted at editor Qingrong, "Same as I thought."

　　 "Huh?" Editor Qing Rong puzzled.

　　 Zhuguchi Yigui screamed hysterically, "Why is my name one millimeter smaller than other authors? Are you kidding me!"

　　 Mori and Eisuke Hondō are speechless. According to the information, this guy is a bit nervous, and it's really good.

　　 Yamazaki can understand the feelings of Yoshiki Zhuguchi. The size on this represents status, which is impossible.

The editor of 　　 Haruong said quickly: "This, this size should be convenient for typesetting."

　　Mokuguchi Yoshiki shouted: "In this case, it would be better to narrow down the names of other writers."

　　 "It's really useless!"

　　Moriguchi Masaki threw the magazine on the editor Qingrong's head. The editor Qingrong didn't care about arranging his hair, and bowed and apologized: "I'm extremely sorry, it won't happen again."

　　 "Nonsense!" Zhuguchi Yigui said, "Really, the editor in charge of the autumn field before you was very good."

　　 Editor Autumn Field is the one posted on the Internet, the editor who was forced to commit suicide by the harshness of Ikiko.

　　 Mentioned by Yoshiki Morokuguchi, editor Haruei, reporter Kakuharu Dejima, and photographer Tarumizu, the faces of the three became ugly.

　　 Obviously, doing things under the bad tempered guy Zhuguchi Yoshiki is not so pleasant, and I feel resentful.

Zhuguchi Yigui continued to teach: "No matter what I ask for, he will help me achieve it. What an excellent editor. From the collection of information and photos to the collection of professional knowledge about the modus operandi, he did his best for me. My life is over."

　　 Harunai editor, reporter Dejima Kakuharu, and photographer Tarumizu's complexion became even more ugly, as black as the bottom of a pot.

　　 Maori helped to change the subject, "I heard that the editor of the autumn field committed suicide at home in the spring of this year?"

　　 "Yes, a locked room, a great mystery novel theme." Michiguchi said gloomily, "Actually, I wanted to adapt his story into a novel, but Ms. Qingrong stopped it."

　　 Haruong editor eagerly said: "Of course, his death spread throughout the publishing world, if such a novel is published, it will definitely be hyped."

　　 "The hype is after all hype, not a fact," Mukuguchi was a little hopeful, "and I think this is a thanks to the editor of the autumn field who has always supported me. Don't you think that this kind of publicity will sell well?"

　　 Haruei editor blurted out, "Compared with your reputation, which one is more important, don’t you know?"

　　 Zhuguchi Yigui's face sank, and he gave a cold snort, without talking.

　　 Haruong editor quickly apologized: "Ah, sorry, my words are a bit too much, but I am also for you."

　　 "Ah, the refill seems to have been used up." The reporter Kakuharu Dejima couldn't press his mechanical pencil, so he helped out.

　　 "Let’s use my pen," Moruguchi Masaki brought his stationery box, "That being said, I like to use a wooden pencil, which is outdated."

　　 "Then I'm welcome," said the reporter Kakuharu Dejima.

　　 "Okay, quickly decide on tomorrow's arrangements." Editor Qing Rong changed the subject and finally got back to business.

　　 After another half an hour of chatting, I finally finished the conversation for tomorrow morning.

　　Mokuguchi Yoshiki went to cook, with his diamond-studded ring.

　　 Yamazaki is also speechless, thinking a little maliciously, if he accidentally mixes diamonds into the dish, and then some unlucky guy eats it in his stomach, then, after the discharge, will he still want it? ...

　　 7:30 in the evening, courtyard.

　　 Yamazaki knew that Mei Daizi would call during the half-time break of Mei Dai Restaurant, so he first came to stroll in the yard.

　　 Sure enough, the phone rang soon after, it was Mei Daizi.

　　 Yamazaki and Mei Daizi chatted for a while, and by the way, amused, telling her that she didn't eat dinner, it really made Mei Daizi laugh.

　　 After finishing the call, Yamazaki met the reporter Kakuharu Dejima. He was looking at the window of a room, and he was so immersed that he didn't even notice Yamazaki walking up to him.

　　 Yamazakimoto didn't want to disturb him, but felt the danger from him, so he stayed.

　　 Yamazaki took a closer look and found that the room was the master bedroom on the first floor, and it was the residence of the novelist Yoshiki Zhuguchi.

　　 Yamazaki understands, this one is probably thinking now, **** the novelist Yoshiki Zhuguchi.

　　 The novelist Yoshiki Zhuguchi does have some evil virtues, and it is normal that the reporter Kakuharu Dejima wants to kill Yoshiki Zhuguchi.

　　 And it's not just Dejima Kakuharu ~www.readwn.com~ The photographers Tarumizu and Haruyoshi who helped Yoshiki Zhuguchi edit, and I don't even want to kill Yoshiki Zhuguchi.

　　 At this time, the reporter Dejima Kakuharu recovered, and he was shocked when he found someone beside him.

　　 Yamazaki said, "Sorry, I scared you."

　　 "Nothing." The reporter Kakuji Dejima smiled wryly, "It was an instinctive, subconscious reaction to the sudden appearance of a person around him."

　　 "You don't need to explain," Yamazaki asked directly, "have you figured out **** Mr. Masaki Mokuguchi?"

　　 "Huh?" The reporter Kakuji Dejima was taken aback again.

　　 "This should be a response to a guilty conscience, right?" Yamazaki smiled, "What do you think, planning to build a secret room like the editor of the autumn field?"

　　 "Speaking of which, the secret room is very simple, as long as the process is simple, the simpler the better."

　　 "For example, give him a cup of poison, and when he dies, put the empty poison bottle on the table, and then disguise the scene as suicide."

　　 "Clean up all traces of the scene and exit, lock the door, and throw the key in from the outside, then you can clap your hands and leave."

　　 "The next step is to watch the show and wait for the police to question. As long as you are not stupid enough, you can get in."

　　 "In the end, although no one believed that he would commit suicide, there were more similar things like suicide because it was impossible to commit suicide."

　　 "Our country is a big country of suicide, who cares if he has one more."

　　 The reporter Kakuharu Dejima swallowed dryly, "You, you really know how to joke." Then he saluted and left.

　　 Yamazaki continued to jokingly said to him: "Don't go, you haven't said your method of killing yet."

　　 The reporter Kakuharu Dejima walked faster, and Yamazaki couldn't help pulling out a big smile. These words probably frightened him. ...