Under the envious eyes of the criminals, Takagi and Miwako Sato left the office side by side.

At the same time, they also secretly hated why Tang Ze always gave assists to Takagi and always let him take the lead.

It's the same now. It is said that the two of them are ordered to handle the case, but in fact it is not a disguised form to create opportunities for the two of them.

But that's good too, at least Takagi is among them, the one most likely to ask what happened to the ring.

A group of members of the "Sato Miwako Defense Line" had exchanged glances in secret and reached a consensus, and planned to interrogate the other party after Takagi came back.

In the driver's seat in the back row, Tang Ze rushed to the scene of the crime with the two people who looked at each other silently.

It's just that in the car, the atmosphere was a little silent.

This is also a matter of course, after all, on the one hand is Sato Miwako who is concerned about the case, and on the other is Takagi who is hesitant to talk about the ring on her hand. It is no wonder that these two are not able to talk on the same channel at all.

After arriving at the scene of the crime, Tang Ze saw the "Grim Reaper Trio" at the scene as expected.

Then, under the explanation of the three of you, I began to understand what happened last night until the discovery of the murder case.

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"It's a beautiful ring, and the number of gemstones is amazing."

Kogoro Mori looked at the luxurious ring shown by the other party, and even felt a little unreal: "Are these all diamonds?

This is the first time I've seen such a ring. "

"That's right, this is a custom-made ring to commemorate my 100th work."

The chubby middle-aged man wearing glasses raised his hand and turned it to the palm, showing off the ring and showing off: "On the back of the ring, I also specially engraved the words "100th"."

"It's really amazing." Mori Kogoro exclaimed.

The man in front of him is the famous suspense reasoner, Mr. Zhukou Yigui who invited them to the villa.

As for why Kogoro Mori was invited, one can tell from the fact that the other party is suspenseful about his identity as a reasoner. It is to have a formal conversation with him.

Of course, the time is tomorrow, and today's stay is just to let everyone get acquainted with each other, so that it is convenient to stop and talk.

"Where, where."

Zhukou Yigui pretended to be modest and said with a smile: "Actually, when I ordered diamonds, I hoped to be able to set 100 diamonds.

But the designer said that in that case, it would be bigger than a tailor's thimble, so he gave up. "

"Isn't it natural..." Mori Kogoro on the side secretly cursed in his heart, and at the same time he was a little envious.

While the two were chatting and laughing, suddenly the cassette on the desktop rang, and a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked over and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'll change the cassette."

"However, it is very uncommon to still use this kind of cassette tape to record."

Mori Kogoro smiled and looked at the writer who was in charge of the conversation at the side and said with a smile: "Mr. Dejima, is there any reason why you use this?"

"Old has its benefits."

A writer named Dejima explained with a smile while changing the tapes: "Although most of the recordings are now digitally recorded, I always feel that I can't see or touch it, and it feels unreal.

If you can see the tape is spinning, you can be sure that the conversation has been recorded.

If you use a digital recorder, once you make a mistake, it will be fatal. "

"So that's how it is." Mori Kogoro suddenly said.

"Actually, I think so too."

The photographer who was wearing a pink jacket and a red forehead band on his head smiled and said: "My colleagues are now using digital cameras to take pictures.

But I don't want to replace this traditional camera that I have used before.

Well, although I can't be sure of the effect of the shooting right away, it still makes me a little worried. "

Speaking of this man, he immediately took two photos of Mori Kogoro.

"Don't shoot now, Mr. Tarumizu." Mori Kogoro waved his hands again and again: "I'm not ready yet."

"Well, it's more real this way." Taishui said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll delete it if it's really ugly."

"Etc., etc!"

Just when several men were chatting happily, a beautiful woman with curly hair walked by: "Although I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation about traditional machines, Mr. Zhukou is currently serializing, and It's almost time for the deadline.

So let's stop here for topics that are irrelevant to the work, let Mr. Zhukou finish the things that should be done first, okay? "

"Don't be so rigid and unreasonable, Anabuki." Zhukou Yigui comforted: "Tomorrow is the official conversation between me and Maori detective. It's okay to have a chat first today."

Speaking of this, Zhukou Masuki smiled and looked at Mori Kogoro and said: "Tonight, please try my handicraft, and then have a good rest.

The meeting will officially begin tomorrow morning, is that right, Mr. Contributor? "

"Well, now it's just a rehearsal for everyone to chat and get acquainted with each other."

Mr. Dejima took out a magazine from his bag while explaining: "In the preview page of the magazine we publish this month, there is also a new future with suspenseful reasoning by "writer Masuki Moguchi and famous detective Mori Kogoro" topic of conversation."

When Mr. Dejima said that he took out the magazine in his hand, Masuki Moruguchi stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see..."

On the other side, Xiaolan, who had been standing by the side listening to the chatting of several men, seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Conan, and quietly said: "Conan, what's wrong with you, you look dumb?"

"Ah...well... I just don't think Mr. Zhukou is quite like the writer I imagined." Conan replied truthfully.

"Different? Why?" Xiaolan was puzzled after hearing Conan's words: "It seems that there is no difference between teachers and teachers."

"But this teacher's works have always paid attention to the details of suspense story reasoning. I thought he should be a restless and nervous person."

Conan's comments are not unreasonable. In fact, when writing a book, the writer will unconsciously substitute some characteristics of the inner world.

Peeping books and peeping people is the reason why many writers don't like people around them to know their works.

Because I always feel that others have entered my inner world. Strangers are fine, but acquaintances are not.

But just when Conan was puzzled, Masuki Masuki, who was looking at the magazine, suddenly became gloomy: "Anabuki-kun, do you have a tape measure with you?"

"Yes, I carry a measuring tape with me." The editor Anabuki at the side took out a dark green measuring tape from the inside of his suit jacket and handed it to Zhukou Yigui.

After Zhukou Yigui took the tape measure, he measured it directly on the magazine.

"I saw it right, my name in the magazine is one millimeter smaller than the names of other writers, isn't it!"

Zhukou Yigui, who seemed to have been calm before, seemed to be a completely different person at this moment, and his voice became sharp: "Are you kidding me on purpose!"

"No, it's not Mr. Zhukou like this." Anabuki explained with a flustered face: "It's just that the text of that size is more convenient for typesetting..."

"Then why don't the names of other writers be shortened as well!" Zhukou Yigui raised his paw and threw it directly on the other's face: "You useless guy!"

"I'm so sorry!" After being slapped in the face with a magazine, the editor of Anabuki hurriedly bowed and apologized: "In the future, this kind of thing will never happen again..."

"Of course!" Zhukou Yigui snorted coldly.

Seeing this embarrassing scene, Conan's previous doubts were all resolved.

It turns out that Zhukou Yigui is not neurotic, but his neuroticism is manifested in the font.

"Really, if only you were as responsible as the autumn field editor you contacted me before."

Zhukou Yigui talked about this dissatisfaction and said: "As long as it is my request, he can do it. Let's look at you..."

"Hehe...sounds like a very good editor." Mori Kogoro at the side saw that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, from work such as collecting data photos to investigating and searching for professional knowledge related to criminal methods, he really did not hesitate to pay any price for my work."

Speaking of this, Zhukou Yigui sighed with disappointment on his face: "I even sacrificed my own life because of it."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was shocked, but the editor was shocked to death.

"Has he passed away?" Hearing that someone had passed away, Mori Kogoro couldn't help asking why: "What is it?"

"At the beginning of spring this year, he was found dead in his home, with the doors and windows locked." Zhukou Yigui said with a regretful expression, "He died in a secret room."

"Eh? Died in a secret room?" Mori Kogoro was shocked when he heard this: "Could it be suicide?"

"This is naturally suicide, and this is not the suspenseful reasoning I wrote."

Zhukou Yigui showed a little regret when he said this: "To tell you the truth, I originally planned to use his death as the theme to write a reasoning, but it was stopped by Anabuki."

"Isn't that natural!" Miss Anabuki said with an ugly expression, "The news of Qiu Chang's sudden suicide has already spread throughout the publishing world.

If such a story is published at this time, the gossip about him will be used as a subject to take the opportunity to hype it up.

That's why I stopped you! "

"Rumours are just rumors, not facts."

Zhukou Yigui showed a somewhat ugly smile: "Also, if the deeds of the autumn field editor are used as the main theme, don't you think it will be more popular?"

"Well..." Miss Anabuki's face was ugly when the other party said it, but it was indeed a fact, so she could only turn her head and look aside in silence.

"Crack..."

The muffled sound of the pencil hitting the notebook broke the embarrassment of this moment, and Dejima pressed the mechanical pencil one after another in distress: "Oops, did you run out of refills?"

"It's nothing, I borrowed it for you to use."

Zhukou Masuki didn't want to make the atmosphere too ugly, he got up and went to the stationery box beside him, took out a sharpened pencil and handed it to the island: "Speaking of which, the pencils I like to use the most all the time are also old-fashioned. "

"Thank you, then I won't be polite." Dejima took the pencil and said with a smile.

"In short, let's determine the procedure for tomorrow's meeting first, and the formal meeting will start tomorrow morning."

While taking off one of the rubber bands on his wrist, the photographer Tuishui took out two bundles on the three batteries and threw them away: "It doesn't matter what we talk about now, it's a waste to take pictures, so I won't take pictures for now."

The embarrassing process was successfully diverted by the writers Dejima and Tarumizu. In order not to make the atmosphere more awkward, Kogoro Mori took advantage of the opportunity to discuss the next meeting with everyone.

After that, no one in the group had a meeting while eating, and it took almost two hours for the meeting to end.

After listening to Conan and Xiaolan's relatively objective and detailed descriptions, Tang Ze grinned and lamented that this Zhukou teacher is really "an old birthday star who eats arsenic and is impatient to live."

To be honest, from the news he just heard, he could think of the truth that the editor named Qiuchang was killed by Zhukou Yigui.

Also committed suicide.

Htui!

In the world of Ke Xue, all the secret rooms are basically homicides. If it is suicide, then there is a 99.99% possibility that the criminal has cheated the criminal.

There is only that tiny 0.001% possibility of all kinds of accidents.

Moreover, based on the attitude Zhukou Yigui described at the time, Tang Ze was 100% sure that he was the prisoner who committed suicide by the editor who created the autumn field.

And this time his death is not difficult to understand. Ninety-nine percent of the time, one of the remaining three people had a close relationship with the editor of Qiuchang. After investigation, it was found that the truth was revenge.

Even the way he chose to kill Zhukou Yigui was also the way the other party killed the editor of Qiuchang, playing a "tit for a tooth".

That's right, Zhukou Yigui's death this time is also a secret room.

Early the next morning, Miss Anabuki went to wake Zhukou Yigui to get up at five o'clock, but there was no movement in the house.

And the Maoli father and daughter and Conan, who heard the movement at the side, also came out after hearing the sound~lightnovelpub.net~.

And Conan's premonition of death seemed to explode, and with a bad premonition, he ran directly to the balcony and broke into the house through the window.

This is only a child like Conan can do this kind of thing. After all, the window of Zhukou Yigui's room is a fixed transom on the top that opens outward from the room, and can only open the gap below.

If it is an adult figure, it is absolutely impossible to sneak into the room.

After entering the room, what greeted his eyes was Yigui Zhukou who seemed to be asleep on the bed.

But after checking the other party's situation closely, the coffee flowing from the corner of the other party's mouth to his neck showed that he was not sleeping, but dead.

After that, Conan opened the door of the room. After seeing the situation in the room, after a short period of panic, they were stabilized by Kogoro Mori, an experienced person, and Xiaolan directly asked Xiaolan to call the police.

After that, Tang Ze and others arrived.