How to start Meursault

As a bar that sells 'special' drinks, it kills more than one or two people every year.Overdoses, fights, internal 'handling' of people, all normal.The other world has its own rules, and the local police will just turn a blind eye if it doesn't make a big fuss.

But it's a different story when some inexplicable guy falls from upstairs and dies in front of a bar.Whether it is suicide, misstep, or murder, it is a disaster for the bar, and it has to face a sudden inspection that is not prepared at all.The powder can be hidden immediately, and people who are obviously drinking in a bad state in the bar may be called to a drug test, and He Jian, who looks like a minor at first glance, will naturally——

was kicked out immediately.

Yu Shan knew at a glance that he probably wouldn't get any news here today, so he simply used the two vacuum tubes hidden in his sleeve to get some samples of the cocktail, and then followed He Jian out of the bar with a 'disappointed' look on his face.

Then he found that the young detective was still at the door of the bar, and seemed to be chatting with a primary school student.

Come closer and listen—

"Meeting twice in one day, it seems that Conan-kun and I are also very destined."

He Jian was speaking in his soft tone that made Yu Shan feel wary.

The primary school student was wearing a pair of big glasses, and what he said made Yu Shan's heart skip a beat.

"Didn't Brother He Jian say that he went to Mihua Town because of an entrustment? Why did he come out of the bar?"

These two people obviously know each other, and He Jianjingren should have been with him before he came to Fanteng Zhai for an appointment today.

He Jian seemed to feel the approach of Yushan behind him, turned his head slightly and pointed at Yushan and said to the elementary school student, "... there is an entrustment."

It seems that He Jian still knows that the content of this kind of commission must never be told to others.

As a result, in the next second, the pupil's glasses suddenly reflected light, and his tone changed.

"Brother Hejian, is this uncle your client?"

"No, but... Conan-kun, don't ask so many questions." The young detective said in a vague tone that he couldn't say more.

"Eh?"

Seeing that the two of them were going to continue chatting, Yu Shan simply took a step forward, glanced at the primary school student with his extremely ferocious eyes that were invincible before meeting He Jian, and then said to He Jian in a dark voice: "Are you still wasting time here?"

As if frightened, the boy fell silent all of a sudden, but still held onto He Jian's clothes.

At this moment, the police car stopped at the entrance of the bar with a swish, and a few policemen came down, and the one in charge said to a man standing a few meters behind the elementary school student: "Brother Maoli, you are here too."

gross profit?

"Mumu Police Department, this may be a murder case." The man with the mustache said.

This tone, could it be the legendary Mori Kogoro...

Yu Shan, who has lost the chance to sneak away, really wants to know when this unlucky day will end.

About two hours after Edogawa Conan and Mori Kogoro were sent back to the office in Mihua Town by Takagi, Mori Ran, who went to the supermarket to buy, happily returned to the office with a lottery ticket.

As always, Ms. Mao Lilan was so lucky that she won a 24% discount coupon for a newly opened Spanish restaurant in Shibuya District in the supermarket shopping lottery. The time just happened to be [-]:[-] tonight, so the three of them decided on the place for dinner today. up.

The dishes are rich and delicious.After he was full of food and drink, checked out and left the store, Mori Kogoro stood at the intersection and was about to call a taxi, when suddenly the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from behind him. They all woke up with fright—a woman in a red dress fell at the door of a bar, and the splashed brains and blood showed that she was powerless.

Amidst the screams of his daughter, Mori Kogoro rushed up to take a look at the scene, and then began to maintain order, while his heart sank.

——A few strands of black hair were hooked between the dead man's nails, the color was different from the red hair of the dead man, and the dead man's left elbow, wrist and inner palm had obvious abrasions.

There were probably other people beside her when she fell from upstairs.

Did that person fail to save her, or—

When he was thinking, Mao Lilan had already reported to the police, and he was about to take down Conan, who must have rushed upstairs to find clues, but was surprised to find that Conan did not run around, but stood in a different place. In the distance, I was chatting with a teenager who looked familiar.

and many more.

Didn't this guy just meet this afternoon?

How could it also appear here?

Mori Kogoro's doubts rose to a new level when a man with a ferocious appearance came out of the bar behind him, and then went straight to He Jian's side.

As a real detective with a license to practice, Mao Li knows exactly what type of cases these so-called high school student detectives usually take on, but seeing this behind him——

No matter how you look at it, it's not a serious client!

It's not that he discriminates against people. Of course there are many good people who look scary like Matsumoto, but this man has a vicious look in his eyes, and his reaction after seeing the corpse is only a touch of disgust.Maori suspected that this person only wanted to leave quickly.

Moreover, judging from the conversation and reaction between the person and He Jian, it could be that He Jian actually came out of the bar just now...

Mouri Kogoro frowned.

After Mumu Shisan rushed to the scene with a few policemen, Conan pulled He Jian's sleeve again and spoke to him.

"Brother He Jian, can you let your other personality come out?"

Conan could see it more clearly than Maori, he knew that He Jian had come out of the bar, and that man with a terrifying imposing manner was still walking towards He Jian's original position with two glasses of wine.

——He also understood the meaning of this.

If the personality that appeared was a detective, Conan could still tell himself it was for the sake of the investigation, but it wasn't.

He couldn't help but think of the process of getting acquainted with He Jian that Bin Zhongcao had told him before—the other personality who co-authored He Jian really wanted to go to the bar, didn't he?

After being swept by that man with a cold gaze, Conan really wanted to complain about whether his ordinary personality, a fellow detective, has the temperament to attract 'special' people.

Just in case, ask the detective who has all the memories.

After listening to Conan's request, He Jian blinked, and wiped the smile off his face within 30 seconds.

"You didn't immediately run upstairs to check for clues, but stayed here to chat with me, which surprised me." He Jian said flatly.

— because it is more important to stop a crime in progress than to solve it, even if it is only possible.

Swallowing this sentence, Conan whispered, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Is it really okay to come out of a bar?

He Jian raised his eyebrows lightly.

"It is indeed a commission. But you don't have to worry, 'I' and I don't drink. In fact, I think he is at a disadvantage when it comes to the other me. For example, he wants to leave now, but before the case is over , probably out of play."

Conan laughed.

"You speak as if you knew there would be a murder here."

He turned his eyes back to the scene again, since the 'detective' knew it well, then he could concentrate on solving the case.

The name of the deceased was Sanmo Wenhui, a fashion designer who worked for a small but high-end luxury brand.

Today, the second quarter profit of the Japanese branch of this brand exceeded expectations, and a restaurant on the 23rd floor of this shopping mall was booked down for a celebration party.

The problem is that the celebration ended an hour ago, and the person in charge who was called back also said that he remembered that Sanmo Wenhui left normally, and did not disappear halfway, or stayed on purpose.

This shopping mall has a total of 24 floors. The windows on the upper floors are all designed to be unable to open beyond a certain angle. The door on the roof has been broken for several months and cannot be locked, and——

Of course there is no surveillance leading to the rooftop area.

Considering the bloodstains on the edge of the roof, it is basically certain that Sanmo Wenhui fell from here.

Whether the deceased had stumbled or been murdered, it was strange to be on the rooftop at this time.The other person who probably exists is difficult to find. There are a large number of people in the entire mall, and it is certain that some people have left before the police arrive.

And even if the relevant person is still here, there are not many clues to tell the difference.

The strands of hair entangled on the nails of the deceased had no hair follicles, so DNA could not be detected, and the color could only be used to determine whether it was a black-haired woman or a black-haired man with longer hair.

More than 20 people participated in the celebration meeting tonight, and about half of them drank a lot of alcohol. Even if they can provide testimony, they may not be credible.

According to the list, I called one by one, and 16 people got connected, and eight of them have not returned home, but none of them claimed to be in this building, and the two closest ones were also singing karaoke next door.

What's even more troublesome is that according to the description of the person in charge who came over, the deceased was almost a perfect person, had a good relationship with everyone, was kind-hearted, and was full of talent. The reason why this quarter's profit could reach this level was due to her own efforts. On the premise of completing the task, I took the initiative to help my colleagues, and finally achieved it.

In other words, it is completely impossible to think of anyone who would have a motive to kill her.

After asking around, even Mori Kogoro was shaken.

"Maybe I just tried to save people but failed, and hid because I was afraid of taking responsibility." His judgment was biased from murder. That's probably it."

The deceased only had scratches on her left hand, indicating that she hung on the edge of the roof with one hand and persisted for a while. Judging from her muscle level, it was difficult to do it. It is indeed very likely that another person once grabbed her—if you consider The murder was because her right hand was grabbing something else, and after being forcibly broken apart, she couldn't support it with her left hand and fell down.

There are a lot of suspects, there is no method, murder or accident is uncertain, the motive is a mystery, there are no witnesses...

Can we really restore the truth of this case simply by analyzing the traces left at the scene?

Or, does this case really need a detective?

"Mr. Yushan, I remember that the restaurant on the 23rd floor of this mall seems to be owned by the same owner as this bar."

Looking at the text message he received on his phone, Yushan wasn't quite sure if he wanted the detective to solve the case.

For him, it was a murder that could not be more certain.