Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

His fingers lifted tremblingly.

"Master...he's dead!"

Conan was horrified and waved his hand: "Call the police!"

Then what responded to him was Kogoro Mori's fist!

The second seed player arrived at the battlefield.

boom!

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Conan fell at the door of the room with his teeth bared, and his head just stuck inside.

What's that smell!?

Conan suddenly jumped, his eyes refocusing.

Grass!

A pair of feet in wooden clogs were right in front of his face, no more than three centimeters away from his mouth.

As for the taste!

This damn thing has feet odor, and it’s not just ordinary odor.

Canned herrings are nothing more than that.

Kogoro Maori glared at him, stepped over his head and entered the room.

Following closely behind is Xiachuan.

After experiencing an attack of smelly feet and two humiliations in one night, Conan looked extremely ugly.

Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!

Chapter 99: The Cold-blooded Chaebol Family

Conan lay on the corridor with lifeless eyes, wanting to die.

shame......

The famous detective had never been insulted like this before.

Tears were about to flow from the corners of his eyes, but were immediately wiped away by the strong elementary school student.

Han Xin had also experienced the humiliation of being kicked in the crotch.

As long as your heart is firm, these are nothing.

Fortunately, Natsukawa didn’t know what Conan was thinking, otherwise he would have told him.

Han Xin was in a miserable situation in the later period of his life and he couldn't beat anyone.

"He's dead!" Kogoro Mori looked solemn and withdrew his arm that was testing his pulse.

"Is there no one else coming in?" He asked Butler Suzuki who was still slumped in the corridor.

"No, no, is the master really dead?"

Xia Chuan gave him a strange look, "Didn't you say he was dead first?"

Butler Suzuki was choked and didn't know how to start.

After a moment, he stood up and said, "How about I call the police?"

Conan had just asked him to call the police, so now he could only leave here quickly to cover up his embarrassment.

"Go ahead." Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes and watched the other person from standing up to leaving.

"The key is outside. It must have been locked just now. The housekeeper opened the door with the key."

Xia Chuan fiddled with the keys with his handkerchief for a few times, then looked down at the ground.

A rose-red flower by the door is particularly eye-catching.

"This is a flower unique to Ryoumoto Island..." Ryoumoto Natsue, who had just arrived, frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something and was hesitant to speak.

If I remember correctly, this flower should belong to Takeshi Ryūmoto.

Natsukawa waited for several seconds but Natsue Ryoumoto didn't tell him the origin of the flower.

It seems that in the eyes of this new wife, her husband is more important than her grandfather.

At this time, the other members of the Tomomoto family gathered together. After learning the news of Tomomoto Gozo's death, their expressions remained indifferent. They knew that their father (grandfather) was dead, but they did not show any sadness.

Xiachuan even saw a slight curve on the corner of Akiie Taromoto's mouth.

So realistic.

"I remember Xia Jiang gave Xiao Wu a flower of this kind when he left the island, am I right?"

Mariko Ryūmoto covered her mouth and giggled, stretching her neck and staring at Takeshi Ryūmoto: "You didn't kill my father, did you?"

Then she poked Ryūmoto Akie next to her, signaling the two of them to attack each other together.

"I think it was Xiao Wu who killed him. After all, Xia Jiang was deeply loved by Grandpa. Now that Grandpa is dead, he can get a large sum of money right away. This is much faster than making money by working."

Although Ryūmoto Akiie said this, he felt a little strange in his heart.

Didn't we agree to wait until we get back to Tokyo before we start? How could this old man, Kenzo Masuyama, change the script at the last minute?

Takeshi Ryūmoto put his hands in front of his chest, looking terrified, but the woman's verbal sparring was equally matched, and he was soon forced back against the wall.

It's not that he didn't dare to fight back, but there were three men standing next to him, watching him closely. He was afraid that if he made a move, he would be attacked by everyone.

Xia Chuan ate the watermelon silently, and at the same time covered the bloodstains that were wiped off the floor under his feet.

Conan: "Uncle Xiachuan, lift your feet quickly, lift your feet!"

Xiachuan looked down and saw Conan lying on the ground crying.

After taking a closer look, he realized that he had stepped on Conan.

Xia Chuan raised his foot.

He really didn't mean it...

However, he has been lying there for ten minutes. Is he planning to blackmail Uncle Maori for some money?

How greedy! He had already stolen Uncle Maori's cotton-padded jacket, and now he's still...

Xia Chuan lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you at all because you were lying on the ground."

"It's okay." Conan shook his head and didn't care about it: "Uncle Xiachuan, please move aside. Let me take a look at the carpet."

"What did you find?" Xia Chuan asked.

Conan glanced at Maori Kogoro and found that he looked at him unkindly, so he waved his hand and said, "No."

It’s better to check it secretly by yourself.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth carelessly, he would give Uncle Maori a reason to punch him.

Being a child, you shouldn’t be too naughty. It’s better to be well behaved.

Since Conan didn't say anything, Xiachuan didn't ask any further questions and continued to watch the show.

At this time, Takeshi Ryūmoto was surrounded, and Natsue Ryūmoto was unable to stop them alone. She could only watch her newly married husband being held up by her second uncle and brother-in-law.

"Of course I'm not making a fuss. I secretly overheard you and the old man chatting just now."

Mariko Ryoumoto half-closed her eyes, with a cold gleam in her gaze.

"You are the son of Zaicheng Yongfu, whose company was acquired by the old man ten years ago, right? Your father committed suicide by jumping off a building ten years ago because his company was acquired, and your mother followed him a year later. You are Zaicheng Takehiko, the son of Zaicheng Yongfu who was sent to an orphanage that year!"

Then she turned to look at Ryūmoto Natsue: "You really are the old man's sweetheart. You actually found a husband who has a grudge against the old man. I don't know if you did it on purpose."

The ethical dispute of the Ryūmoto family continues, so I won’t waste words here.

Takeshi Ryūmoto was locked up in a small dark room, and neither Conan nor Kogoro Mouri tried to stop him, but this does not mean that they are sure that the other is the murderer.

The investigation continues.

Conan was the first to discover the suspicious points.

Right where Xia Chuan had just stepped, there was a spot of blood that had been wiped off.

The bloodstain should have been wiped off by the murderer, but why didn’t we find the fallen flowers next to it after wiping off the bloodstain?

Totally unreasonable.

This looks more like a deliberate frame-up.

Uncle Maori also came out after examining the body.

"The deceased died of excessive bleeding from a knife wound to the abdomen. There was no murder weapon at the scene. The time of death was about half an hour ago, which was half an hour after everyone returned to the room after being scolded."

Maori Kogoro touched his hair and said distressedly:

"At this time, except for Miss Xiajiang, Mr. Xiangji, and Butler Suzuki, everyone is a suspect. This is a bit difficult to investigate. Ruomoto Gozo basically scolded everyone. It is hard to say who did it. Everyone is equally suspected."

"Uncle Maori, there is blood outside the door. It seems to have been wiped off by the murderer."

Kogoro Mori lowered his head to take a look and, based on the corpse inside, made a rough guess.

"The deceased was probably stabbed when he opened the door, and he did not die immediately. He died of excessive blood loss after he locked the door."

Conan nodded, otherwise there was no way to explain why the door was locked.

But why did the murderer wipe off the bloodstains on the door?

There was no way the flower wouldn't have been discovered when wiping away the blood.

In an instant, Conan's suspicion of Takeshi Ryūmoto plummeted. This murder was most likely an attempt to frame Takeshi Ryūmoto.

Butler Suzuki, Shoji Hashimoto, and Natsue Hashimoto were all in the restaurant at the time of Hashimoto Gozo's death, so these three people can be ruled out.

Anyone else could be a murderer.

Wow, they are all Gozo Taromoto’s family.

After several people from the Rakumoto family locked Rakumoto Takeshi in a small dark room, they left. Rakumoto Gozo's body lay there alone, and no one paid any attention to it.

No one even thought of covering their father (grandfather) with a cloth.

Ryoumoto Natsue was a little depressed because she couldn't bear the blow, so Natsukawa called Yuel to accompany her to the restaurant to calm down and take a breath.

Only Xiachuan and three others plus a butler Suzuki were left at the scene.

As a butler, Suzuki Kenji needs to cooperate with the detective to solve the case and find the murderer of the master.

"There is really no family affection between big families." Kogoro Mori sighed.

Natsukawa didn't pay attention to what Kogoro Mori said, his eyes were on Conan.

This guy is like a sweeping robot, cleaning the scene carefully and looking for crucial clues.

Conan suddenly showed a curious look and grabbed something from the scene.

Chapter 100 I killed my father?

Half past nine in the evening.

Xia Chuan stood on the edge of the cruise ship's railing, holding the phone in his hand.

The sound coming out of his mouth was a unique Tequila accent.

"I see."

Xia Chuan hung up the phone and looked at the dark sea view in silence.

The call just now was from Gin, who told him that Ryoumoto Gozo had been killed by Pisco, and asked him to contact Ryoumoto Shoji and divide up the Ryoumoto Group after returning to Tokyo.

Grass!

Pisk actually took the credit.

This case was clearly committed by Hashimoto Ichiro, the grandson of Hashimoto Gozo.

Dog thief!

She actually reported it before him, so now the credit has nothing to do with him.

All in vain.

If I had known earlier, I would not have stayed at the crime scene for so long and called Gin earlier so that the credit could have been attributed to him.