Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Ah, you said my fingerprints were left on the door handle of Ah Hong's room? Hey, hey, you're not going to suspect me because I originally lived in that apartment, are you?"

When Yun Xianhe and his team arrived, the third suspect was still working overtime.

Sitting at his workstation, Baise Takuto complained without even turning his head:

"I don't even remember when it was attached."

A slight impatience.

Probably because it disturbed his work.

“No, we just need to confirm it.”

Zhu Fu Gaoming explained.

Conan, who was standing behind him, asked:

"By the way, will they also call you Tao, uncle?"

"Ah... I hate this name because sometimes some idiots call me 'pink'."

“Pfft, sorry…”

The hero couldn't help but apologize sincerely.

Pink,? Pink, the black-bearded Megure police officer? ?

Is this considered a bad taste?

Perhaps because he had been teased so many times, Baise Takuto didn't pay much attention to Yun Xianhe's laughter.

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was standing by, tried to control the upward curve of his mouth and asked in a steady voice:

"Then, after you moved out of the mansion, you never went back to see it once?"

"Oh... yeah, I think I forgot to mention it. I went back once about four years ago and gave them a game software that I helped develop."

"Game software, huh?"

"Yeah, a pretty boring chess game, because I know that both Ah Hong and Xiao Lan like to play chess."

Yun Xianhe, who was originally imagining in his mind what Inspector Megure would look like in a pink outfit, was stunned.

He tilted his head towards where Baize Takuto was and said slowly:

"You mean, they like chess?"

"correct."

Chess...black and white chairs?

Would it mean the same thing?

It seems that the death messages left by the deceased are more complicated than he imagined.

There are no useful clues here for Takuto Momose.

The group set off again to the home of the last suspect.

Compared to the first three calm and composed guys, the fourth one is full of loopholes.

"Wha-what?! There are my fingerprints on that Hong guy's door handle?!"

Upon hearing the news, Naoki Shiro's pupils shrank slightly, and he even took two steps back in disbelief, as if he was frightened.

This look is very spooky.

Zhu Fu Gaoming naturally noticed the other party's abnormality.

But he didn't show any abnormality, just like he was doing routine work, repeating the same words again:

"Yes, so just to be cautious, I came over to confirm."

“This, this is impossible!”

Naoki Shiro's reaction was huge.

The smiling brave man asked back:

"Oh? Why are you so sure it's 'impossible', Mr. Naoki?"

After hearing Yun Xianhe's question, Naoki Shiro realized that his reaction seemed a bit too much.

"By the way, I used to live there too!"

Naoki Shiro seemed to have suddenly come to his senses and defended himself:

"Wait, come to think of it, I went back once half a year ago. At that time, it was indeed possible to come across Ah Hong's painting supplies. Oh, 'Ah Hong' is Akashi's nickname."

"So uncle is also called Xiaobai by them?"

Conan's sudden words startled Naoki Shiro, but he still answered:

"Huh? Um... No one has ever called me by my real name."

These words seemed to remind him of something unpleasant.

Zhu Fu Gaoming saw the other person's gaze and obviously dodged it.

This is a sign of a guilty conscience.

why?

"Oh! Shit! I have a meeting with my band mates! I think you guys have asked enough questions, right? I really need to get out now."

Before he could think about it, the person in front of him used his poor acting skills and started to drive people away.

The group of people who were forced to retreat from the room to the corridor looked at Naoki Shiro who seemed really anxious, but did not force any further questions.

Zhu Fu Gao Ming said:

"Well, we'll talk next time."

"Good good."

Naoki Shiro agreed readily, then closed the door impatiently.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing at the door, pondered the loopholes in the other party's words and murmured:

"Third party?"

"what?"

"Yeah—I'll tell you on the way back."

Naoki Shiro, who was hiding in the house, was very nervous.

The footsteps outside the door gradually disappeared, and Naoki Shiro quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called that person.

The moment the phone was connected, a slightly anxious voice came out:

"it's me!"

He can't stay here any longer and must leave immediately!

·

"Mr. Xianhe, what is the third party you just mentioned?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if someone other than the murderer discovered the victim's death in advance, as well as the death message left by the victim at the time, and used this to threaten the murderer."

"You mean Naoki?"

Indeed, when answering the question just now, the other party's behavior was very suspicious.

It is not an exaggeration to even suspect that the other party is the murderer.

Yun Xianhe nodded, inadvertently thinking of the worst possibility.

Will the murderer kill the other person in order to destroy the evidence?

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Anything is okay!"

“…I think so.”

Looking at the brave man's sparkling eyes, Zhu Fujingguang was uncertain for a moment.

Time is running out (?).

The two sides simply split up into two groups.

The two officers Morobushi went back to report the results of the visit to Officer Yamato, while Yun Xianhe got off the car with Conan and went to the supermarket.

"This, this, and this!"

“…Brother Xianhe, should we buy vegetables first and then snacks?”

The brave man who was putting potato chips into the cart paused when he heard this.

After picking up Conan and putting him into the cart, Yun Xianhe turned around and pushed the cart towards the cold food area.

"you're right."

“Why did you put me in the car?”

"Look around, all those kids are sitting in cars—"

The ending sound is elongated and lacks meaning.

Following Yun Xianhe's instructions, Conan looked back and happened to see a child clamoring to buy toys.

...Is he the same as those kids in Brother Xianhe’s eyes?

He's not a real kid!

"Conan, do you want to..."

"I do not want!"

"Hey? You don't want crabs? How about shrimp? Or do you like something else? Beef is good too."

"…Anything is fine. Crabs are fine, too."

As it turned out, when Zhu Fu Jingguang heard that Yun Xianhe was going to the supermarket to buy ingredients in person, he had his reasons for not wanting the other party to come.

Yamato Gansuke, who came along to eat for free (?), was so shocked when he saw the man walking out of the supermarket with two large shopping bags in each hand that he almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth.

Zhu Fu Jingguang hurriedly stepped forward and took the two from Yun Xianhe's hand.

"Xianhe, did you empty the supermarket?"

"no!"

Conan, who was following behind and helping to carry a large bag of snacks, twitched his mouth when he heard this.

Indeed, there isn't one...it's just a cart that sticks out.

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who saw the situation here from afar, paused.

His refrigerator doesn't seem to be able to hold so many things...

Yamato Gansuke on the side glanced at him and smiled with a gloating look:

"It seems that your house is going to be lively now."

In every sense.