Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Sir, please remain calm."

Officer Yokomizo remained in the same position, staring intently at Shirakura Yang, and said in accordance with the usual practice of handling cases and with caution:

"Please introduce yourself and explain your purpose."

"Good, good."

Shirakura Yang regained his composure and looked at Officer Yokomizo, explaining cooperatively:

"I am Hirota-sensei's student, Shirakura Yo.

Because I have something to do tomorrow, I called my teacher many times tonight and wanted to visit his home.

But I didn't receive a response, so I decided to come and visit in a hurry."

"Um......"

Officer Yokomizo hesitated for a moment, looked at Hirota Toshiko steadily, and confirmed rigorously:

"Is this true, Mrs. Hirota?"

"He is indeed Mr. Shirakura, but I didn't know he would come to my house tonight."

Hirota Toshiko glanced at the frank Shirakura Yo, then looked at Officer Yokomizo, and gave a slightly hesitant answer.

"Ok."

Seeing that Hirota Toshiko knew very little, Officer Yokomizo could only answer with reluctance. He turned his head to look at the landline phone and said seriously without turning his head:

"Mr. Shirakura, our police are investigating the recording of the phone call in Professor Hirota's study this evening. Please remain quiet."

At this point, Officer Yokomizo pressed the play message button on the phone again without waiting for Shirakura Yo to respond.

After a while, the recording had been played twelve times.

"Di."

This is the reminder sound for the incoming call recording to be played.

On the phone, Shirakura Yang's anxious tone was like a mechanical intermittent voice:

"Hello, I'm Shirakura... I have something to do tomorrow so I can't go to the teacher's house, so I want to go visit the teacher now... Oh, and..."

On the phone, Bai Cangyang talked a lot.

Officer Yokomizo squatted in the same place, his posture unchanged, patiently waiting for the call recording to finish playing, and then he pondered and counted:

"Well... Mr. Shirakura left ten messages on his phone, and Mr. Morioka left two messages on his phone."

Officer Yokomizo turned around and looked at Shirakura Yang, who was standing half a meter behind him on the right, and asked with suspicion in his eyes:

"You make too many phone calls, don't you?"

"Didn't I just say that?"

Shirakura Yang put his hands in his trouser pockets and stopped looking at the landline phone. He looked at Officer Yokomizo who seemed to still doubt him with a slightly irritated look, and reiterated unhappily:

"I called many times but received no response, so I had no choice but to come and visit Mr. Hirota!"

Without waiting for Officer Yokomizo to respond, Shirakura Yang leaned forward slightly, turned his head to the left and looked at the corpse, then changed the subject and said in a frightened and dull voice:

"The question is... why was Mr. Hirota murdered?"

"Anyway, here is the thirteenth message...and the final message."

Officer Yokomizo didn't care about the sadness in Shirakura Yo's words. He looked at the landline phone calmly and pressed the play message button without haste.

"Di."

This is the reminder sound for the incoming call recording to be played.

On the phone, Vodka's polite tone was like a mechanical intermittent voice:

“Hello… This is Black Life Insurance Company… I would like to discuss with you… our newest insurance product.

When will you have time to...?"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood there, looking at the phone without changing their posture. They felt that the voice of the incoming message was familiar. They were inevitably stunned for a moment, and uttered the syllables in surprise in their hearts:

"Ok?"

at the same time.

Officer Yokomizo looked at the phone and subconsciously described:

“It’s the insurance company.”

The voice just fell.

On the phone, Vodka's polite tone was like a mechanical intermittent voice:

"If you're not busy...please give us a call."

During this period.

Dongfang Haoyue stood to the left of Kudo Shinichi, with his hands clasped behind his back, staring intently at the landline phone, recalling his thoughts in his mind and speaking quickly:

"Although the voice on the phone was a little bit different and even intermittent, I was sure it was the sound of vodka.

At that time, in order to attend the wedding of Detective Mori's friend, Shinichi, Xiaolan, Detective Mori and Genta and I took the high-speed train Shinkansen together. Who would have thought that Gin and Vodka sat near us.

So Shinichi and I used a bug to detect the conversation between Gin and Vodka and successfully resolved a bomb crisis.

That's why I was so impressed by the sound of gin and vodka, and was able to confirm that the last phone message in the study came from vodka.

But then again, given the Black Organization's style of doing things, if they had killed Professor Hirota, they probably wouldn't have left a recording of their phone calls to provide clues to the police.

In other words, it was someone other than the Black Organization who killed Professor Hirota.

Very good, so if Shinichi and I want to help Akemi and Professor Hirota get justice, we don't have to worry about how to find and arrest the members of the Black Organization. We just need to follow the usual plot conventions...

By treating Shirakura Yo, who has already appeared, and Mr. Hosoya and Michio Morioka, who have not yet appeared but are only mentioned by name, as suspects, we can further dig up clues and solve this murder case."

Dongfang Haoyue thought about this and nodded slightly in agreement.

at the same time.

Officer Yokomizo stood up, dropped his hands to his sides, looked down at the phone, and calmly entered a state of thinking.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets, looked at the phone with a gradually serious expression, and made a difficult judgment in his heart:

"No way... Although the communication equipment will cause slight changes in the voice, but...

But his tone...and his voice..."

Kudo Shinichi hasn't finished thinking yet.

Miyano Shiho stood to the left of Dongfang Haoyue, with his hands behind his back, wrists crossed, looking down at the phone, and speaking softly with three parts of indifference and seven parts of vigilance:

"Vodka."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at Miyano Shiho at the same time, wanting to find out how much she knew about vodka.

"Hey."

Dr. Agasa half-knelt behind Dongfang Haoyue, supporting his right leg with his right hand and covering his lips with his left hand. He turned his head to look at Kudo Shinichi. He was not only worried that members of the Black Organization would come here, but also worried that Officer Yokomizo would hear what he was about to say next.

The professor locked onto Yokogami with the corner of his eye, and nervously whispered to Shinichi:

"This case is indeed..."

Dr. Agasa hasn't finished speaking yet.

"wrong."

Kudo Shinichi looked back at Dr. Agasa, then looked at the phone, and explained rationally in a low voice:

“Those people are less likely to commit crimes.

If those people came to take the disk, they wouldn't be stupid enough to leave a phone recording at the crime scene."

Dr. Agasa hasn't spoken yet.

Miyano Shiho looked at the phone without changing her gaze, smiled faintly and whispered in agreement:

"That's right. Those people would definitely erase the phone recordings before committing the closed-room murder case. This was their primary task, leaving no clues for the police.

If I am not mistaken, the reason why Vodka left a message on the phone was to lower Professor Hirota's guard when he was at home, so that he could achieve his goal more easily. "

Miyano Shiho gently pinched her small chin with her right index finger and thumb, smiled slightly smugly and speculated softly:

"Police are surrounding the villa. Those people must be anxious now because it is difficult for them to erase the phone recordings and even attract the attention of the police."