A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

A light rain dampened the streets of Tokyo, leaving streaks of water on the windows.

The Beika Hotel is hosting a charity auction reception, attended by celebrities from all walks of life. Amidst the glittering lights, the upper-class figures, dressed in dazzling gowns, are all wearing masks of pretense as they converse amongst themselves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our charity auction is about to begin!" The host, also dressed in a tuxedo, picked up the microphone and drew the attention of all the guests. "This charity auction is initiated by Mr. Takahiro Sakurai, the eldest son of the Sakurai Group. Please welcome Mr. Takahiro Sakurai to the stage with applause!"

All the lights in the banquet hall dimmed as the host spoke, plunging the hall into darkness. It seemed as if they wanted Sakurai Takahiro to make a stunning appearance in front of everyone.

"Ah-"

Amidst the music, a faint sound rang out, going unnoticed and barely heard by anyone. But when the spotlight shone on stage, a gasp rippled through the audience. Sakurai Takahiro, who should have been standing center stage, was now lying face up on the floor, his light-colored corsage stained with dark red liquid.

A female guest screamed, and the emcee frantically instructed the lighting technician to immediately turn on all the lights. As everyone's attention was focused on the deceased, a waiter quietly passed by at the back of the crowd. His gaze lingered on the enclosed stage for only a second before he left the banquet hall, tossing a black umbrella onto the umbrella stand at the exit.

Police quickly cordoned off the scene, and a preliminary autopsy was conducted on the body, which determined that the deceased had died from a gunshot wound to the heart.

"The deceased was actually the young master of the Sakurai Group. This is troublesome." Inspector Megure sighed as he watched the body being carried away. Matsuda Jinpei, who was standing nearby, felt a slight unease upon hearing Inspector Megure's words.

The dead person was actually a member of the Sakurai Group? Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but think of Jiang Jin, who was still recuperating at home. Jiang Jin was the one being hunted down by members of the Sakurai Group.

"It couldn't be him, could it?" Matsuda Jinpei thought. He stepped forward and stopped the two police officers who were about to carry the body away, then opened the bag containing the body and took a look. Apart from a bullet wound penetrating his chest, the deceased had no other wounds; in short, he died very quickly and decisively.

Matsuda Jinpei zipped up the body bag again and turned to look at the guests: "Is everyone here?"

Holding a notebook, Takagi replied to Matsuda Jinpei, "All the guests should be here."

"Who has guests...and what about the service staff?" Matsuda Jinpei pressed. Takagi paused, glancing at the bewildered waiters on the scene. "It seems we can't be sure yet. I'll have someone investigate."

"Check everyone for gunpowder residue," Inspector Megure said to Miwako Sato. "With so many celebrities from all walks of life, we probably can't keep them here indefinitely. Take down their addresses and names, and let those who don't show any gunpowder residue leave."

Inspector Megure felt utterly overwhelmed. The dead person happened to be from the Sakurai Group, which had been causing the most trouble recently, and the suspect was even among these social elites.

I'm afraid this case will get into more wrangling.

When Matsuda Jinpei got home, it was already quite late. To his surprise, after opening the door, he could still smell the aroma of food wafting from the dining room, and his stomach, which had only eaten a rice ball, suddenly felt empty.

"Oh, Jinpei's back. I've just finished cooking, you probably haven't eaten yet, have you?" Jiang Jin was carrying dishes in the open kitchen when he saw Matsuda Jinpei return and greeted him with a beaming smile. He acted so naturally that anyone who didn't know better would think this was his home and that Matsuda Jinpei was a guest.

"Hmm... what are you doing today?" Matsuda Jinpei took off his coat, looked at the three dishes and soup on the table, and then glanced at Jiang Jin, who was wearing an apron and looking quite virtuous.

Matsuda Jinpei felt that something was off about the young man's behavior, as if he had done something wrong outside and was coming home to act innocent.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

Matsuda Jinpei recalled the murder that happened at Beika Restaurant today and wondered if he had killed someone and then come back to cook a meal to pretend he was innocent.

"Why are you looking at me? Wash your hands and eat." Jiang Jin put down the plate he was holding, and his normal expression made Matsuda Jinpei feel that something was wrong. "What, are you afraid that I will poison you? Don't think too much, Jinpei. I'm just thanking you for taking me in to recuperate at your house during this time."

Matsuda Jinpei sat down opposite Jiang Jin and looked at the dishes on the table: "Is this Chinese cuisine?"

“Yes, try it.” Jiang Jin untied his apron and sat down. Matsuda Jinpei picked up some chopsticks and put them in his mouth. The taste was actually quite good. “I just didn’t expect that you assassins could cook.”

Jiang Jin poured two glasses of red wine and chuckled, "Come on, assassins are people too. Don't demonize us, okay? I'm an assassin who really values ​​the quality of life."

"A murder occurred at Beika Restaurant today," Matsuda Jinpei said suddenly, swallowing the food in his mouth. "The deceased was the eldest son of the Sakurai Group, Sakurai Takahiro."

Jiang Jin took a sip of red wine and nodded with great satisfaction. Matsuda Jinpei stared at Jiang Jin's face, but the young man remained unfazed and smiled at him: "Looking at me like that, what, do you suspect I did it?"

“Indeed.” Matsuda Jinpei nodded.

Jiang Jin neither denied nor admitted it, but simply raised his glass to him. Matsuda Jinpei paused for a moment, then picked up his glass and clinked it with his.

"If Xiaozhenping can find evidence, I'm ready for you to arrest me anytime."

Did he destroy the evidence and become fearless? But this person has always liked to muddy the waters.

At this moment, Matsuda Jinpei felt that the relationship between him and Jiang Jin was far too ambiguous. He was a policeman, and the other party was a killer and a criminal; they really shouldn't be so peaceful.

This ambiguous relationship made Matsuda Jinpei feel uneasy.

"I've troubled you for so long, I should be going now." Jiang Jin changed the subject. Matsuda Jinpei paused in his hand, which was picking up food, and then said in a light tone, "Is your injury healed?"

Jiang Jin swirled his wine glass and replied, "It's nothing serious anymore. My identity is special, and I was afraid staying here would cause you trouble. How about that? Aren't I thoughtful? Aren't you touched?"

Matsuda Jinpei:......

The next day.

Matsuda Jinpei saw Jiang Jin eating a sandwich in the restaurant again early in the morning. He was taken aback and blurted out, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Jiang Jin's dark red eyes immediately filled with grievance, and she said in a affected manner, "Xiao Zhenping, are you trying to get rid of me? So you hate me that much? If I had known this, I would have left last night."

Matsuda Jinpei looked embarrassed: "Uh... that's not what I meant. Never mind, I'll go to the police station first."

Jiang Jin watched Matsuda Jinpei's departing figure, which seemed to be fleeing in panic, and laughed with amusement.

Not long after Matsuda Jinpei left, the doorbell rang. Jiang Jin got up and opened the door, where Furuya Rei stood. Furuya's purplish-gray eyes sized Jiang Jin up and down before he said, "Let's go, it's time to go back."