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

Conan saw that Sera's previous reasoning was extremely reasonable, but he unexpectedly let it slip at the most important part, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Is this so-called detective reliable?

You were so confident before, why do you sound like a replica of the old man now?!

There are only a few police officers present, the detective named Sera, Granburch, Vodka and several suspects. Because they are afraid of the ghost mentioned by Hirukawa Reiko and others, Xiaolan and Sonoko refuse to go upstairs. Mouri Kogoro originally wanted to clear his good friend Uozuka of suspicion, but after hearing that it was suicide, he lost interest and did not follow.

It would be too deliberate for him to call the uncle again at this time. In addition, with two members of the organization present, he could not use Kudo Shinichi's name to solve the case. After all, although Granburch knew his identity, Vodka didn't know. What if Vodka found out and told Gin, wouldn't that be the end?

He was so anxious that he turned around in a circle.

Sera frowned slightly as she looked at his somewhat anxious expression. In her opinion, Conan was equivalent to Kudo Shinichi. Even if he wanted to conceal his identity and not come out to reason on his own, he should at least have some reaction, such as hinting at things like he did when he was with Mouri Kogoro before. But looking at Conan, it seemed that he had no such intention?

Did they all guess wrong?

But the moment she and her mother saw Conan appear on TV in a London hotel, they both felt that this familiar little boy who said he was Sherlock Holmes' apprentice was exactly the same as Kudo Shinichi whom they had met on the beach.

Yes, this was not the first time Sera had seen Conan. As early as on the live TV broadcast of the Wimbledon tennis tournament, she had seen Conan deliberately acting cute and saying that he was a disciple of Sherlock Holmes.

In addition, because Sera Mary had her own personal experience of becoming smaller after being fed medicine by Vermouth, she was even more certain that Kudo Shinichi might have also turned into a child.

They checked the entry records and found that there was indeed a record of Kudo Shinichi. If that was the case, he must have medicine that could restore him to normal.

Therefore, Sera followed her mother to Japan, ready to lurk beside Conan, ready to verify her guess, and by the way see if she could secretly get the antidote used by Conan.

But just after taking the first step in the test, Conan completely ignored it. Could it be that her acting skills were too poor and she was discovered?

The scene fell into a long silence for a while, and this silence seemed to give Hirukawa Reiko a lot of confidence. She said arrogantly: "This kid did put on a wonderful acrobatic show, but it's a pity that all his accusations were made up. You police actually believed such unrealistic remarks. I am so disappointed in your police's ability. You actually took the jokes of such a young boy seriously-"

Chu Ming couldn't stand it any longer, so he kicked the paint can on the ground. The paint can hit the wall with a bang, and the dried paint chips inside flew out of the bucket and fell to the ground. "There's nothing wrong with her reasoning, except for this one."

Everyone present was startled by the sudden noise. Looking at the can kicked out by Chu Ming, Gao Mu had an idea. He placed the paint can against the mark left on the wall, then dragged the wheelchair back and made it move forward again.

Sure enough, the moment the wheelchair touched the paint can, it suddenly fell forward. The dummy on it was thrown out of the window under the action of this force and fell on the rescue net that the police downstairs had already set up.

Everyone's eyes silently returned to Hirukawa Reiko's face. At this moment, the smug smile on her face drooped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she pursed her lips tightly together without saying a word.

Officer Megure looked at her seriously, "Ms. Hirukawa, you still don't admit it?"

Hirukawa Reiko's face gradually became hideous. She suddenly raised her head, her mournful eyes swept across the people in front of her, her voice sharp: "So what if I did it! This devil! He deserves to die! Even if he does it again, I will still kill him! You police are useless. He is obviously a fraudster, and we are all witnesses. Why did you let him go because of insufficient evidence? ! ! My parents died because of him, why is he still alive and well to exploit my father's death?"

As she spoke, she covered her face and slowly knelt on the ground, crying: "When I came up to find him, this devil actually demonstrated this method to me just now, and told me that this was the old man's wheelchair battle plan he came up with to scare those reporters! He used the name of my deceased father to scare people, and he has no remorse at all! Then I will let him die in his own design!"

Officer Megure sighed softly, walked up to her and pulled her up: "Come with us, we will do our best to solve Mr. Kamizumi's fraud case."

Seeing the case come to an end, Chu Ming said, "Mr. Officer, now that the real murderer has been found, can my colleagues leave? Most of our security department is out on business. Yu Zhong and I are the only ones in charge now. The company still has a lot of things to do."

Officer Megure looked back, nodded in agreement, and said, "You can leave now, but if Mr. Uozuka is free, please come to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Vodka's eyes widened: "Do we need to go to the Metropolitan Police Department? The murderer has already been caught, why do we need me to go?"

Officer Megure waved his hand: "I'm just going to fill in the blanks. It won't take too long."

Vodka glanced at Chu Ming subconsciously. Going to the Metropolitan Police Department? Is it so exciting? He has been in the organization for so long, but he has never been to the Metropolitan Police Department openly. I guess even the eldest brother has never had this experience?

Chu Ming noticed the excitement hidden in Vodka's eyes, glared at him unhappily, stood up and kicked him: "Let's go."

Seeing that Chu Ming seemed to be in a bad mood, Vodka followed him obediently. It was not until they entered the elevator that he stammered, "It was just an accident this time. I don't usually have this kind of situation..."

Chu Ming looked at him with disdain, and said, "Let's not talk about whether it's unexpected or not. Why do you usually follow behind Gin with such a haughty attitude? Before I came, why did you act like a little wife and didn't say a word when people pointed at you?"

Vodka said aggrievedly: "There are so many people here, and I can't pull out my gun in public. Besides, they called the police downstairs, and when they came up, they also said that the police would be here soon. If I take action, what if the police just treat me as a murderer and arrest me?"

Chu Ming rolled his eyes in annoyance and said sarcastically, "Why, are you afraid that your elder brother will go to jail to get you out? Isn't this good? Maybe thanks to you, your elder brother can also go on a one-day trip to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Vodka grunted a few times, but had nothing to refute. He could only lower his head and pick his hands silently.

"Okay, let's go downstairs and have dinner later. As a reward for letting me make this trip, you treat me."

Chu Ming looked at the eight-foot tall man shrinking timidly, and he truly felt again the itching feeling that Gin had when he faced him before.