I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

Following the instructions on the map, the group arrived at the door of the Far East company run by Ito Suehiko.

Because a case had happened there, there was a no-entry sign at the door.

Conan looked up at the seal on the door and sighed: "I saw the words 'No Trespassing' on the door--"

Hattori continued, in perfect agreement: "I want to go in and take a look even more——"

Kidd followed closely: "That's the nature of detectives--"

The three of them said everything they could say, and the pressure came to Chu Ming.

He thought for a moment and said, "Just like a dog can't stop eating shit—"

"..." The three of them turned their heads stiffly and slowly to look at Chu Ming. Their necks seemed to be rusted and their eyes were full of despair.

What a strange metaphor!

If you can’t speak, you don’t have to speak!

Don't talk nonsense just because you're not a detective!

Chu Ming spread his hands and said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm just making fun of myself. Am I not also a detective?"

"..."

After being insulted by Chu Ming, the few of them no longer had time to sigh at the door. They went straight down the stairs to the crime scene to see if they could find any clues.

Kidd took the lead and walked in front, explaining the deceased's situation as he walked: "The deceased's name is Nishio Masaharu, he was the sales director of the Far East Company, he was killed after being shot by a rifle in the office. President Ito was my classmate in college."

"Since they are classmates, then this Nishio is very likely also a member of the research club." Conan said following closely behind.

"Good, come and see." Kid took out a mobile phone, half-crouched at the corner of the stairs, and showed Conan the photos that Hattori had taken before.

"Hey wait -" Hattori was shocked when he saw the familiar phone. He searched all his pockets and finally confirmed that this was his phone. "Isn't this my phone? When did you take it away?"

"It's not important." Kidd said calmly, "Look at the photo in this picture. The one in the middle is the then president Ito Suehiko, and the one on his right is the deceased Nishio Masaharu."

Chu Ming looked at Kid, who was only taking care of Conan, half squatting and placing his phone low for Conan to see, and then looked at Hattori, who was pouting but also bending down to look at the phone screen, and silently took out his own phone.

He also took pictures at that time. He just looked at his own things and never bowed to them.

Conan pointed at the girl to the left of Ito Suehiko and asked, "Who is this?"

"Her name is Shimizu Reiko, and she was also an employee of this company. But she committed suicide on May 15th."

"Suicide?" Conan and Hattori became alert and looked up at Kid.

Kidd took back the phone and nimbly put it into Hattori's pocket: "She committed suicide during the time when the police were questioning her."

Hattori looked at the phone that was stuffed into his pocket without leaving any trace, and finally knew how he lost the phone. However, he looked at the "White Horse Detective" in front of him thoughtfully, and then looked at Chu Ming, with a trace of suspicion in his eyes. Why did he feel that this White Horse Detective was more like Kidd?

"Did he commit suicide because of Nishio's case?"

Kidd shrugged. "Who knows? I heard the police weren't very polite when they interrogated her. Maybe she's a suspect, too."

The few of them walked into the office while chatting. Seeing that there were almost no signs of changes in the office, Kidd walked forward and pulled down the blinds.

"The shutters and windows were open on the day of the murder. The murderer fired the gun in the toilet of the building opposite. The gun used was a Charter Arms AR7 with a scope and silencer. Eight empty shells were found in the toilet.

The criminal fired all eight bullets in the magazine, and one of the bullets hit Nishio in the back of the head, killing him instantly.

Afterwards, the police found a robbery plan written by Ito himself in Nishio's desk, which is why he was wanted. "

Hattori asked, "Then why was Shimizu Reiko summoned?"

Kidd shook his head: "Then I don't know."

Chu Ming's focus was not on the case at all. He sighed: "AR7, a gun used exclusively by professional killers. But the person who fired the gun is a bit weak. He is simply a master of human outline. He even has a scope, but he only hit one out of eight bullets? How weak is he..."

Hattori looked at Chu Ming with an even weirder look. He opened his mouth to ask something when Conan stopped him. He pointed to the line on the ground where the police had circled the traces of the scene and pointed to the back of the head to show him: "Hattori, look here. If the back of the head was hit, the amount of bleeding seems ridiculously small."

Chu Ming also squatted over to take a look, carefully distinguishing the size of the blood, then looked at the large pool of blood at the foot of the stool, and touched his chin: "This amount of bleeding should be left at least half an hour after death."

Conan and the others who were squatting nearby looked up at him in confusion: "You can tell the difference? What's the difference?"

Chu Ming tilted his head innocently: "Intuition, you will know it naturally after you have seen more."

"Have you seen more?" There was visible suspicion in Conan and Hattori's eyes.

"Believe it or not, it's just for reference." Chu Ming didn't explain much. He knew it after seeing it many times. He killed many people, so he could tell at a glance. "But look at the blood on this chair. According to Bai Ma's description, only one of the eight shots hit the target. If the person fell to the ground immediately after the shot, there would be too much blood on this chair."

Chu Ming stood up and used his foot to push the broken wheels of the boss chair that had fallen to the ground. He sneered, "I think he may not have shot anyone at all. Instead, the outline of the human body hit the leg of the chair, and the chair fell over, and the person fell with it. He thought he had shot the person to death, but in fact, this person may have died a long time ago, and was shot to death by a more powerful killer."

As Chu Ming spoke, he walked to the window and stood facing inside, making a shooting gesture with one hand, looking wanton and evil.

"So that's how it is!" Conan and Hattori also noticed the bullet holes at the legs of the chair and understood instantly.

Chu Ming was leaning against the window and replying to a message, when coincidentally, Hattori's phone rang.

The client's processed voice came: "It seems that you have reached the next step. Now you should know what case I want you to investigate?"

"Is it the case of the murder of Shoji Nishio?"

"good."

"Hey, could your identity be——"

"Ito Suehiko." Before the client hung up the phone, Chu Ming said, "It's you."

Ito Suehiko paused as he was about to hang up the phone. He chuckled when he heard the voice, "As expected of the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era - Mr. Kudo Shinichi. It seems I couldn't hide it from you."

Did Ito Suehiko think it was Kudo Shinichi who spoke?

Conan suddenly raised his head and looked at the bracelet on his hand, as if he thought of something.

"I can tell you the answer you want right now." Chu Ming curled the corners of his lips, his tone slow and leisurely.

"Who is it! Who is it!" Ito Suehiko suddenly became excited, "Who is the murderer?"

"It was the person who gave you the gun." Chu Ming said lazily, interrupting Ito Suehiko's unspoken doubts. "Don't rush to refute. You know, your shooting skills are really poor, and your psychological quality doesn't seem to be very good either. I just checked some information through my channels. It is said that you ran away in a panic after firing the gun. You must have found that you seemed to have shot Nishio and the man fell down, so you ran away, right?"

"But the bloodstains at the scene clearly show that Nishio was already dead before he fell. You only shot his chair. And I just learned that the police found a little mascara on the scope. It was a brand that Shimizu Reiko often used."

"Do you know what this means? It means that she had used the gun before giving it to you. Do I need to remind you how to use it?"

It was rare for Chu Ming to say so many words at once. After he finished speaking, he exhaled lightly and sneered, adding fuel to the fire: "Idiot, how does it feel to be framed and take the blame for someone else? You had a car accident when you were escaping, so you shouldn't have much time left now, right? Do you know how I know you are Ito Suehiko? Because I found out that the sudden flow of funds that the founder of Fantasy Park received a few months ago came from your account. Although you went through several twists and turns to transfer the money, you couldn't hide it from the group - ahem, you couldn't hide it from my eyes."

Conan keenly noticed the part that was concealed in Chu Ming's words, and his heart was beating like a drum for a moment.

What can’t be hidden from the group?

organize?!!!

Is this person from that organization???

No wonder, no wonder he was so familiar with the sight of people bleeding after death!

Can disguise? Could this be Vermouth?

No, that's not right. This should be the person who disguised himself as Brother Chu Ming that day!

That Granburch!