The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

"Sister Xiaolan!"

Edogawa Conan ran to the girl in a hurry, his expression somewhat anxious, his tone still a little breathless.

"Conan? Where did you go just now? I looked around but couldn't find you." Mao Lilan held the boy's wrist with a serious expression, "Don't run around at the scene. You will disturb the police officers' work."

"Where has Xinghai gone?!"

Edogawa Conan interrupted Mouri Ran's words anxiously, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mao Lilan blinked. She was wearing a dress and didn't have a handkerchief or anything like that, so she took out a napkin to help Edogawa Conan wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Mehu was here just now. He seemed to have followed Brother Hagiwara and the others after they were called away." The girl recalled what happened before, but couldn't remember when the silver-gray haired boy left or in which direction he left.

Edogawa Conan had a grim look on his face and let Mouri Ran wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Originally, when he didn't see Mei Hoshimi, he thought that she had gone somewhere else with Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, but when he saw the two policemen behind Inspector Megure, he realized that Mei Hoshimi couldn't be there.

Xing Haiya has never shown much interest in finding the truth of the case. He obviously prefers to sit at the dining table and eat pudding rather than investigating the clues left by the murderer at the scene.

And now that the case process has not been confirmed, the police will not let any suspect leave, even if Xing Haimei is indeed familiar with the police officers of the Investigation Section.

Thinking of the guns he found in the venue, Edogawa Conan looked up and smiled at Mouri Ran, and said that he wanted to go find Xinghai to play.

"Conan, you should call him Mei or brother. It's impolite to call him that." Ran Mouri thought about the possibility that Mei Hoshimi might make trouble with Conan Edogawa, and did not let go of Conan Edogawa's wrist.

"You'd better stay here. You'll be able to leave soon."

Conan Edogawa froze, his expression almost unable to hold back. He swallowed, looked at the not-so-kind expression on Mouri Ran's face, and chose to compromise, knowing the circumstances.

temporary.

……

Zhu Fujingguang recycled the dismantled bomb and put it into the garbage cart. He was in touch with Ricardo, discussing the next plan.

"Turn into the passage on the right ahead. It's an empty utility room. Put the bomb in there and call the police."

"Call the police?" Zhu Fu Jingguang pushed the cart forward according to his superior's instructions. There was no doubt in his tone of questioning, he was just confirming the next course of action.

"Ah, use the intercom to say that a bomb has been found, then change back into your original clothes and leave the venue." Xing Haiyin said in a light tone. He was riding a Harley towards Chieko Taniguchi's home.

The sound of the wind almost covered up the voice coming from Zhu Fu Jingguang on the other end of the phone. Although Xing Haiyin found it troublesome, he still put on half of the earphone.

Chieko Taniguchi's home was not far from his safe house. Perhaps the gentleman knew that he had been staying in that safe house recently, so he let him take over.

This is a way to show off the gentleman's skills.

But in fact, the things that the gentleman wanted to destroy were no longer there. Xinghaiyin was just going through the motions to investigate why the unexpected situation occurred there.

If necessary, you can take action to clean up the "accident".

"Maybe something unexpected happened." Zhu Fu Jingguang's breathing was a little heavy. He stood at the door of the utility room and looked at the scene inside with an ugly expression.

This storage room had probably not been used for a long time, and there was a thin layer of dust on the floor, but that layer of dust had been kicked away by the messy footprints.

A shirtless man was lying on the ground, half leaning against boxes piled in the corner. His arms were bent at an abnormal angle and the bones of his neck were protruding deformedly, looking very strange.

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not go in. Just by taking a look, he knew that the man in front of him had lost his vital signs and died from a broken neck.

The murderer's movements were quick and decisive, and it was obvious that he was an experienced person.

There is no need to guess who did it.