I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

"Okay, it looks like we have a lot to talk about next."?

Chapter 170

Japan is a capitalist society, so the government has always attached great importance to large taxpayers such as local groups and chaebols.

Especially after receiving an alarm call from the Tokiwa Foundation, the originally scheduled 10-minute drive from Tokyo took only half an hour to arrive under the sparks and lightning led by the Megure Police Department.

Since the witnesses and physical evidence were all there, and even the modus operandi of the crime was clearly deduced by Sera Bell, there was naturally nothing to say about the process, so he could just take him away and be done with it.

Of course, all this was done behind the scenes of the stage. Even Memu Police Department and others used the freight elevator behind the stage when they went upstairs. In addition, the curtain on the stage was closed the whole time, so most of the people attending the banquet were The guests were all in the dark.

After the stage, after confirming that the accompanying police officers had recorded all the testimonies and evidence, the police department turned to Kisaragi Fengshui, who seemed to have lost all his energy.

"In that case, Mr. Kisaragi, that means you confessed to the murder of Oki Iwamatsu, Hara Yoshiaki, and the attempted murder of Tokiwa Mio, right?"

"Do not……"

Ruyue Fengshui suddenly raised his head, and an inexplicable light flashed in his gloomy triangular eyes.

"You are mistaken. I did not kill Yuan Jiaming."

……What?

Mouri Kogoro and others were also stunned by his sudden negative answer.

One thing to say, all the witnesses and physical evidence are available now, not to mention the presence of small wine glasses in the three cases. This clearly shows that it is a serial murder case. How can you say that there is another one in the middle that was not done by you?

Ruyue Fengshui continued to explain: "Although I did put the small wine glass in his house, he was already dead when I passed by, and I didn't see the murderer..."

"Asshole! You still want to deny it now?!"

The Megure Police Department can tolerate it, but Mouri Kogoro cannot.

To him, the smelly old man in front of him was not only a criminal who committed murder, but also an enemy who intended to kill his junior schoolmate. As a result, he was still bargaining and trying to shirk responsibility, saying which one he killed and which one he didn't.

Isn't it because Zaiji gave you face?

Furious, Mouri Kogoro rushed up and grabbed Kisaragi Hosui's chest and clothes and lifted him off the ground.

But the next second Serabel's voice came from the side.

"No, to be honest, I think this is possible, because there was no blood on the fragments of the small wine glass that the police found at Yuan Jiaming's home, right?"

The last "right" question was directed at the Megure Police Department.

After hearing this, the Mumu Police Department recalled it carefully, and then gave an affirmative answer.

"Well, that's indeed what happened, but how did you know, Brother Sera..."

In his impression, Serabel should not have been at the scene of the crime at the time.

Serabel shrugged: "Conan told me."

Without any psychological pressure, I dumped the blame on a certain Shinigami elementary school student with glasses. Anyway, he himself was not present... Oh, he was there for a while before, but after being discovered by Mouri Kogoro, he threw it out and gave a serious warning not to do so. Come in.

"Based on common sense, the murderer is unlikely to stay at the crime scene for a long time after committing the crime until the blood is dry, especially in a place like home where other family members may come back at any time."

"Secondly, if I remember correctly, Conan told me that Yuan Jiaming was shot through the heart and died, and all the things in the computer were deleted."

Serabel paused again when she said this, and looked sideways at a certain gloomy old man.

"And the most important thing is, do you understand how you can use the computer of a programmer?"

"...I can attest to that."

Tokiwa Mio stood up and said.

Although she was almost killed by Ruyue Fengshui not long ago, at this time she stood up and took the initiative to testify for him.

"Teacher Kisaragi's mobile phone is still a button machine. If it were Yuan Jiaming's computer, it would be impossible for him to use it, let alone clear the hard drive."

"..."

After hearing his former apprentice's defense, Ruyue Fengshui's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say much.

After thinking about it for a while, Mouri Kogoro felt that it made sense, so he released his grip on the collar and snorted heavily.

"Since you didn't kill the person, why did you leave the small wine glass at the scene?"

Serabel spread her hands: "I'm afraid this was done to create a serial murder incident. After all, as long as one of the serial murder incidents has an alibi, the suspicion can be completely cleared... Secondly, I think one of his own murder targets was Yuan Jiaming, but he didn’t expect that he was already dead when he arrived, so he simply used his trick and arranged the scene to look like what Conan and the others saw when he passed by.”

Mouri Kogoro hesitated for a moment: "But...why did he kill Hara Jiaming?"

"I don't know about that." Serabel shrugged, "To be honest, I haven't even guessed the meaning of the small wine glass yet, but the real owner is here anyway, so just ask."

This makes a lot of sense.

In an instant, all eyes behind the stage were focused on this old man who was sitting on the ground.

However, Ruyue Fengshui lowered his head and gave a low chuckle, which was a little penetrating.

He didn't mean to do anything surprising, he just leaned slightly, stretched out his arms, took the small wine glass from the floor that had been accidentally kicked away by Hidehiko Kazama, and closed it with the mouth of the bowl facing down. on the ground.

"Can you see what this looks like?"

Uh--

Serabel was not very good at guessing riddles. He stared at the small white wine glass that was upside down on the ground. After pondering for a moment, a small light bulb lit up with a buzzing sound on his head.

"Shao Mai?"

"...It's Mount Fuji."

Ruyuefeng Shui corrected coldly.

what?

Serabel opened her mouth slightly, showing with a surprised expression that she didn't see it at all.

Not to mention that your cup is white and Mount Fuji only has seasonal snow instead of year-round snow. The circle at the bottom of the bowl is completely unrestored!

Oh, it's more like Mount Fuji in eruption.

But the first two wine glasses were broken in half, which means that Mount Fuji will erupt until it splits... Then Japan will almost sink, right?

So is this old man looking forward to the subjugation of Japan?

Because I have never expected the explosive blowout of Mount Fuji in my lifetime, why not just transform myself into Mount Fuji and kill the people around me with the will?

What kind of anti-Japanese hero of the Yamato nation...

Ruyue Fengshui naturally didn't know this guy's rich inner thoughts, so he continued.

"I have been drawing Mount Fuji on paper all my life. Over the decades, the weather has come and gone, and I have climbed up different mountains every day to observe the paintings from different angles. But as I get older, the matter of mountain climbing has become more and more difficult. It became more and more difficult, so I bought the hilltop at a place I thought had the best angle and built a house on it..."

As he spoke, he pushed himself up from the ground, took out a bottle of ink from his kimono, unscrewed the cap and went to the corner behind the stage, found a mop and poured all the ink onto it.

The mop was quickly dyed completely black. Ruyue Fengshui struggled to carry it to the painting where he had worked hard and took a deep breath.

"But you did this!"

He roared miserably and raised the mop in his hand high, aiming it at the central axis of Mount Fuji on the painting and swiping it down with all his strength.

In an instant, an extremely thick and wide ink mark appeared on the painting. The sudden darkness and inexplicable position destroyed all the original beauty of the painting in an instant.

And the ink marks resemble the side of this twin-tower skyscraper.

When things have reached this point, even a fool should understand the source of this old man's anger.

Serabel touched her chin and said in a long tone, then waved to Mio Tokiwa.

"Okay, let's invite the opposing debater to speak~"?

Chapter 171 I’m afraid of being hit by a hatchet

Not only Serabel, everyone else is also waiting for Tokiwa Mio's explanation.

After all, although Kisaragi Hoisui's motive for murder is somewhat reasonable, Mio Tokiwa's actions that led to the former's motive for murder are mainly confusing.

Just imagine, the dignified president of the Tokiwa Foundation, a large taxpayer in Nishitama City, is also Kisaragi Hosui's former apprentice in Chinese painting. He should know what kind of strong character his teacher, the old Showa man, has.

What's more, no one who can sit in the position of president of a consortium is not a well-rounded person.

Even if a new group headquarters is to be built, it is not impossible that there is no other place to build it in the huge city of Nishitama. The next best thing is to pay for the teacher to move to another place.

In the end, not only did the headquarters building be erected between Mount Fuji and the teacher's residence, blocking it perfectly, but there was no explanation at all.

What are you trying to figure out?You can't just be a disgusting person, right?

Again, you, the president of a conglomerate, why do you have to torture an old man who has only a few years to live?

It doesn't make sense.

"...So this is the reason why you hate me, teacher..."

After quietly listening to Kisaragi Hosui's stern accusation, Tokiwa Mio closed her eyes.

She was wearing high heels tonight, and she was already tall among Asian women, so she was a full head and a half taller than the former.

So theoretically speaking, if the two looked at each other, Ruyue Fengshui would undoubtedly have to look up.

However, this looking up turned into looking down in the next second.

Mio Tokiwa bent down deeply and bowed to Kisaragi Hosui at an angle of more than ninety degrees.

She kept her bent posture, and the sounds from her lips and teeth hit the floor and came back up.

"Indeed, this is my problem. I should have told you this matter earlier."

"What else do you want to say now..."

Ruyue Fengshui turned away, obviously not wanting to hear anything more from her.

At this time, Hidehiko Kazama, the designer of this twin-tower skyscraper, spoke.

"In fact, due to the land area issue at the beginning of the design of this building, the earliest design plan I gave was to have the taller Building A face Mount Fuji. As for Building B, which is used as a hotel, Mount Fuji cannot be seen. However, President Tokiwa insisted that Building B should face Mount Fuji, and we discussed the site for a long time, and finally spent a lot of money to reach an agreement."

"...And, in the hotel in Building B, there is a special guest room that is exclusive to you, Mr. Kisaragi. From the area to the structure to the layout and even the altitude, it is exactly the same as the house you live in now."

Varied……

Hearing this, Ruyue Fengshui could no longer remain calm, his eyes widened on his old face, and his mouth opened subconsciously.

Hidehiko Kazama glanced at Mio Tokiwa, who still maintained his bowing posture and said nothing.

"As for the reason why President Tokiwa did this, I think it's for Mr. Kisaragi. After all, you can still draw with peace of mind here. Secondly, you yourself said that as you get older, going up and down the mountain will become very troublesome. Once there is an emergency, it will not be solved immediately. In comparison, if you live here, the medical conditions and convenience will be much better."

"But……"

Ruyue Fengshui still doesn't believe it.

Just...if this is really the case, then why have you never told him since the building was built until now, several years later?

"As for why I told you, I think it's probably because President Tokiwa is too busy."

The person who said this was Secretary Sawaguchi, who was previously responsible for operating the behind-the-scenes console. As Tokiwa Mio's personal secretary, the latter's work situation in the past few years is very clear.

"In fact, for the entire four or five years since the building project was established, President Tokiwa could not go to bed until after two o'clock in the morning almost every day. He basically had no personal time. The only time was last week, which was also here at Tokiwa. Nagamoto planned to tell you about this matter after sending Representative Omu away, but..."

Secretary Sawaguchi did not continue, but almost everyone present knew what exactly happened at that time.

It turns out...it's like this...

Ruyue Fengshui was completely surprised and could not even speak.

In fact, there was a time when he, like Serabel and others a few minutes ago, couldn't understand why the apprentice who once respected him so much would do such a thing.

No reason, no idea.

Tried to understand but couldn't.

I want to forgive but I can't.

So in the end, over time, it gradually fermented into the deepest hatred...or, in other words, wrong hatred.

He continued to commit murders for this wrong hatred, but in the end he found out that it was just a misunderstanding.

Maybe this is the legendary impermanence of life.

Every time I see something like this in the news online, I just think it is a joke, but when it really falls on me, I only have two words left in my heart.

- Damn it.

Seeing that no one spoke anymore, Mumu Police Department raised his hand and put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly. He was about to speak, but saw that Serabel seemed to have thought of something on the spur of the moment. Without saying a word, he opened the curtain and walked out. It took about two or three minutes before I came back.