Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Hanchuan Long pressed a few times on the keyboard, opened the folder used to store data, and replied at the same time: "I didn't see the eggs, but I met several unexpected people..."

He thought of his busy morning and smiled again: "Three of them asked me to meet them alone. One of them is tonight and will be here in ten minutes."

"Meet alone?"

The other party's tone became hesitant: "But Hanchuan, didn't you say that someone seemed to be following you recently? Would it be dangerous to meet with strangers casually now?"

Hanchuan Long sneered, "I'm not a woman. How could it be dangerous to meet someone at night? I think you are too timid, which is why you lost that opportunity a few years ago and have not been promoted until now."

The friend on the other side fell silent.

"But speaking of danger, there may be an incident during tomorrow's opening ceremony."

Kanchuan Long thought of the other guests, and his face was full of a smile of watching a show without any hesitation: "The new Tokyo detective, Maori Kogoro, was also invited. I wonder if the chairman received a threatening letter, and he didn't hear anything at all."

The two chatted for a while, and seeing that the time was almost up, Hanchuan Long hung up the phone first, threw the phone on the sofa, and stood up to stretch his body.

As he twisted his stiff head, he recalled what his friend had just said on the phone.

——Didn’t you say that someone seemed to be following you recently?

"..."

Hanchuan Long sighed in his heart.

He knew that he had a bad temper and was easily disliked by others, but as for the enemies who hated him enough to want to kill him, the only one was probably a group of people in the United States a few years ago.

Thinking of this, Hanchuan Long looked at his computer again. When he saw the folder marked "Photography" on the desktop, something flashed across his eyes.

Although they agreed to erase all data after receiving the money, and those people also stole his mobile phone and computer, in order to prevent them from silencing him, he secretly backed up the data with a friend, and now those things are in this computer.

Now several years have passed, and everything has been fine. It seems that the other party still keeps his promise... If there is no problem this time, delete these as well. After all, this kind of thing can be used as a handle to threaten him, or it can be a death warrant for others to kill him...

"Dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Hanchuan Long came to his senses, glanced at the time on the computer, and found that it was 5 minutes earlier than expected, but he didn't care.

He turned off the computer, disconnected the data cable connected to the DV, carefully placed the computer in the safe in the room, and then walked over to open the door.

With a click, the electronic door opened. Hanchuan Long was stunned when he saw the person outside the door.

"Why is it you? Who... who is this guy?!"

With a bad premonition coming to his mind, Hanchuan Long raised his voice, and then he made the most wrong decision of his life - he subconsciously took a few steps back and retreated completely into his room.

By the time Hanchuan Long realized that this was wrong and wanted to escape or shout loudly, the two people opposite him had already entered the room and one of them covered his mouth with his hand.

He smiled at him politely, with the courtesy of an actor facing his audience, and his blue eyes gazed into his.

"—please relax, sir."

Han Chuanlong's body stiffened, and he instantly lost all strength to resist.

The door was closed gently, and the entire corridor fell silent again. No one knew what had just happened.

……

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

Edogawa Conan woke up at about the same time as usual.

He opened his eyes drowsily and found that there was someone sleeping on the bed next to him - their suite had two bedrooms, with two beds in each bedroom, and Xiaolan was sleeping in the other one - Kogoro Mouri was lying on it with his legs spread out.

Edogawa Conan slept very soundly last night, and he didn't even know what time the other party came back. He yawned and got out of bed, planning to wash up first, and then ask Mao Lilan if she wanted to go downstairs for breakfast together.

However, before he reached the door, he heard someone knocking on it.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Mr. Maori - Mr. Maori! Are you there? Please open the door!!"

The huge noise made Conan Edogawa and Ran Mouri, who had also woken up, walk out of the room. They looked at each other and looked towards the door together, feeling a familiar sense of uneasiness in their hearts.

"It's so early in the morning, can't we sleep?!"

Maori Kogoro was finally awakened by the shock. He walked out of the room angrily, not even bothering to put on his slippers, and ran straight to the door. Edogawa Conan immediately followed behind him.

"Who on earth is that?!"

Kogoro Mouri opened the door, and before he could ask more questions to the person who disturbed his sweet dream, the waiter grabbed him with a pale face, stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction with trembling hands.

"Mr. Maori, please go and have a look. Mr. Kanchuan in room 1004... he has been killed!"

Edogawa Conan widened his eyes, turned around and ran over there.

Chapter 279: Undercover meets undercover, Gin is in tears

Several hotel staff were standing at the door of room 1004.

One of the middle-aged men dressed as a manager looked pale and was holding a cell phone, talking to someone unknown.

Edogawa Conan struggled to squeeze through their legs and came to the front, where he was greeted by a strong smell of blood.

The structure of the room in front of them was similar to theirs. It was connected to the living room after a short corridor. Standing at the door, one could see the sofa in the distance, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scenery outside.

Hanchuan Long sat on the ground with his back against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Edogawa Conan's heart tightened. He ignored the screams of the people behind him, carefully avoided a string of blood spots on the floor at the door, and ran towards Kankawa Ryu.

Hanchuan Long was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. His chest and shoulders were stained with large red patches, and even the back of his right hand and the base of his palm were stained with blood.

Conan Edogawa looked at his wide-open left eye and bloody right eye. The first step was to check his pulse, but all he felt was a coldness.

"..."

He withdrew his hand silently and began to observe the corpse.

Soon, he discovered something strange.

The deceased was shot in the right eye, which could be said to be a single shot, but the glass behind the body was intact. There was a large pool of blood on the floor near the sofa, which was obviously where he fell after being shot.

That raises the question - why did the murderer drag the deceased from the floor and make him sit against the window?

Edogawa Conan frowned slightly and glanced at the sofa next to him.

There was a laptop computer on the sofa, pressed under a pillow. The DV camera that Kanchuan Long had been holding in his hand yesterday was placed sideways with the lens facing downwards, and the memory card slot was empty.

Just as Edogawa Conan was about to go forward to check, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and lifted him up. His legs dangled in the air, and he turned his head to face the furious face of Maori Kogoro.

"You little brat, who allowed you to come in?!"

"Uncle, uncle..."

Conan Edogawa encountered the crime scene and once again forgot that he was just a child, and forced out an awkward smile.

"Get out of here! No one is allowed to enter the scene until the police arrive!!"

Kogoro Mouri returned to the door holding Conan Edogawa by the back of his collar. When the hotel staff saw his expression, they all avoided him. He simply let go and let the little boy fall back to the ground.

Edogawa Conan returned to the ground, and smoothed his wrinkled collar with a pained smile. He looked at the onlookers outside and found that the residents of other rooms on this floor had also arrived.

The person closest to him was Pu Siqinglan. She looked at Han Chuanlong's body from afar, her face full of astonishment, and murmured, "How is this possible..."

Edogawa Conan took in her expression.

"Sure enough, there is another case."

A calm male voice suddenly sounded from behind Edogawa Conan.

Edogawa Conan was startled, and when he looked up again, he saw that it was Aoyagi Binkou who was standing behind him at some point, and Pu Si Qinglan on the side also looked over.

Qingliu Binguang looked at the corpse expressionlessly. He was not wearing formal clothes, but a black vest and a round-neck white T-shirt. The large neckline exposed half of his shoulders, and a pattern printed on the skin was faintly visible.

If he hadn't known in advance that he was an FBI agent, Conan Edogawa would probably have thought that he was a playboy artist from nowhere, the kind who played the piano and sang on the streets.

"...Mr. Qingliu, what do you mean by 'again'?" He noticed the other party's choice of words.

Aoyagi Akimitsu retracted his gaze, looked down at Edogawa Conan, raised his hand and touched his head: "Go back and change your clothes first, at least don't run around in the corridor in slippers."

Edogawa Conan: "..."

Just like a year ago, I feel that I shouldn’t disclose case information to minors casually…

The hotel manager next to him finally put down his phone. He looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was a detective, and then at Aoyagi Akimichi, who was not a law enforcement officer of his country.

"I have called the police and informed the chairman. The Osaka Prefecture police will be here soon, and..."

……

Large restaurant on the first floor of the hotel.

"Shui Wu, why do you look so ugly?"

In order to prepare for today's filming, the Nichiuri TV crew woke up early and were gathering on the first floor to have breakfast. One of the staff members noticed that Rena Mizunashi did not look well.

Mizunashi Reina patted her cheeks and said, "Really? Maybe I accidentally put on too much powder. I'll go to the bathroom to check later."

After hearing her say this, the man naturally didn't say much. He continued eating and occasionally chatted with the person next to him.

And in places that ordinary people cannot see, Rena Mizunoshi clenched her hands under the table again and again, her fingertips almost pinching into her palms.

In fact, my colleague was not wrong. She was feeling very bad now. Her head was dizzy and she didn't faint, but she was very uncomfortable.

Glenn left yesterday afternoon after saying those words. Although he left some instructions, on the one hand, there were tasks and work needs, and on the other hand, he was not her superior and she didn't have to obey him, so after he left, Mizunashi Rena still met with cameraman Namikawa and Kamikawa Ryu.

—Then this morning, she looked like this.

Mizuno Rena forced herself to cheer up and quietly held the phone.

However, before she could blindly type out an email to Glenn to inform him of her physical abnormalities, the colleague sitting opposite her suddenly stood up and looked towards the restaurant entrance in surprise.

"What's going on? Why are the police here?"

This restaurant, which serves breakfast and regular set meals, is located next to the lobby on the first floor. When Mizunashi Reina, who was sitting with her back to the door, turned around, she saw several Osaka police officers who had appeared on interview programs walking past the door.

Mizuno Rena was stunned, and a stronger sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in her heart.

...Could it be that something happened to any of the distinguished guests above?

She kept staring at the door. After those policemen walked past, several other people walked past.