Under the envy and hatred of the criminals, Takagi and Sato Mikazu left the office side by side.

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

Even now, it is said that the two of them are ordered to handle the case, but in fact, it is not a disguised way to create opportunities for the two of them.

But that's fine, at least Takagi is the one who is most likely to ask what happened to the ring.

A group of members of the "Sato Miwako Line of Defense" have secretly exchanged glances to reach unity, and plan to wait until Takagi returns to interrogate each other.

In the driver's seat in the back row, Tang Ze rushed to the scene of the crime with the two who were silent.

But in the car, the atmosphere was a little quiet.

This is also of course, after all, Sato Mikazu, who is concerned about the case, and Takagi, who is looking at the ring in her hand, is speechless.

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

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

........

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

Maori Kogoro looked at the luxurious ring displayed 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. "

"Yes, this is a specially customized ring to commemorate my 100th work."

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

"It's amazing." Mouri Kogoro sighed.

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

As for why Maori Kogoro was invited, you can tell from the identity of the other party's suspense reasoner, in order 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 start a conversation.

"Where."

Zhukou Yigui pretended to be humble and smiled: "Actually, when I was customizing diamonds, I hoped to be able to set 100 diamonds.

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

'Isn't this of course...' Mouri Kogoro sneered inwardly, and was a little envious at the same time.

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

"But it's very uncommon to still use this kind of cassette tape to record."

Mouri Kogoro smiled and looked at the writer who was in charge of the conversation at the moment: "Mr. Dejima, is there any reason for you to use this?"

"Old has its benefits."

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

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

If you use a digital voice recorder, once a mistake is made, it can be fatal. "

"It turns out that it is." Maori Kogoro said suddenly.

"Actually, I think so too."

The photographer wearing a pink coat 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 from the past to the present.

Well, I'm a little worried about not being able to determine how the shot will look right away. "

Speaking of which, the man immediately took two pictures of Kogoro Maori.

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

"Well, it's more real this way." Chuushui said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll delete it if it doesn't look good."

"Etc., etc!"

Just when a few men were chatting happily, a beautiful woman with curly hair walked by: "Although I am sorry to interrupt your conversation about traditional machines, Mr. Zhukou is now serializing, and he The deadline is approaching.

So let's stop the topics that are not related to the work, let Mr. Moguchi finish the things that should be done first? "

"Don't be so rigid and impersonal, Anabuki." Yuguchi Yuki reassured: "Tomorrow is my official conversation with Detective Maori, so it's okay to have a conversation today."

Speaking of this, Yigui smiled and looked at Maori Kogoro and said: "Tonight, please be sure to **** craftsmanship, and then have a good rest.

The talks will officially start tomorrow morning, right, Mr. Contributor? "

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

While explaining, Mr. Dejima took out a magazine from his bag: "In the preview page of the magazine we will publish this month, there is also a new future of "writer Masaki Mokoguchi and famous detective Mouri Kogoro" with suspenseful reasoning. conversation on the subject."

Mr. Dejima said that the magazine in his hand was coming out, and Masaki Zhuguchi reached out and said, "I'll take a look..."

On the other side, Xiao Lan, who had been standing by and listening to a few men chatting, seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Conan, and whispered, "Conan, what's wrong with you, you look dumb?"

"Ah...well...I just think Mr. Zhukou doesn't look like a writer in my imagination." Conan answered truthfully.

"It's different? Why?" Xiao Lan was puzzled when she heard Conan's words: "I think it's no different from Teacher Zhukou."

"But this teacher's work has always paid attention to the details in the reasoning of suspenseful stories. I thought he should be a restless and somewhat neurotic person."

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

This is why many writers do not 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.

However, when Conan was puzzled, Masaki Muguchi, who was looking at the magazine, suddenly turned gloomy: "Anabuki-kun, do you have a tape measure on you?"

"Yes, I always carry a tape measure with me." Anabuki editor on the side took out a dark green tape measure from the inside of his suit jacket and handed it to Masaki Muguchi.

However, after taking the tape measure, Yoshiki Zhukou measured it directly in the magazine.

"I see it right, my name in the magazine is a millimeter smaller than other writers' names, right!!"

Zhukou Yoshiki, who had always seemed 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 like this Mr. Zhukou." Anabuki explained with a flustered face: "It's just that the size of the text will be more convenient for typesetting..."

"Then why don't the names of other writers shrink as well!!" Yoshiki Zhuguchi raised his paw and slammed it on the other's face: "You useless guy!!"

"I'm so sorry!" Someone slapped the face with a magazine, but the editor of Anbuki quickly bowed and apologized: "This kind of thing will not happen again in the future..."

"Of course!" Zhukou Yigui snorted coldly.

And seeing this awkward scene, Conan's previous doubts were all solved.

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

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

Zhukou Yigui said of this dissatisfaction: "As long as it is my request, he can do it, let's see you..."

"Haha... Sounds like a very good editor." Kogoro Mouri, who was on the side, saw that the atmosphere was a little stiff, and quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, from collecting profile photos and stuff like that, to investigating and searching for expertise related to the modus operandi, he really did anything for my work."

Speaking of these words, Yigui sighed with a look of loss: "I even sacrificed my own life because of it."

When this remark came out, everyone present was shocked, but the editor was shocked to death.

"Has he passed away?" Hearing that someone died, Kogoro Mori couldn't help but ask the reason: "Why?"

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

"Eh? Died in a secret room?" Kogoro Mori was shocked when he heard the words: "Is it suicide?"

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

Muguchi Masaki said this with a hint of regret: "To tell you the truth, I originally planned to write a reasoning based on his death, but was stopped by Anabuki."

"That's not of course!" Miss Anabuki said with an ugly face: "The news of Qiuba's sudden suicide and death has spread throughout the publishing industry.

If that kind of thing is published at this time, the gossip about him will be used as a theme to hype up.

That's why I stopped you! "

"Gossip is just gossip, not fact."

Mukou Masaki showed a somewhat ugly smile: "And, if the story of the editor in the autumn field is the main theme, don't you think it will be more popular?"

"Well..." Miss Anabuki looked ugly when the other party said it, but this was indeed a fact, so she could only turn her head to the side in silence.

"Crack..."

The muffled sound of the pencil hitting the notebook broke the embarrassment of the moment. Dejima pressed the mechanical pencil one after another and said annoyed, "Oops, did you run out of refills?"

"It's nothing, I've borrowed it from you."

Zhukou Yigui didn't want to make the atmosphere too ugly, got up and walked to the stationery box aside and took out a sharpened pencil and handed it to the island: "By the way, what I like to use all the time is the old-fashioned pencil. "

"Thank you, then I'm welcome." Dejima took the pencil and smiled.

"In short, let's determine the process of tomorrow's talks first, and the formal talks will start early tomorrow morning."

Dangshui photographer took off one of the rubber bands on his wrist, took out two bundles on the three batteries and threw them at random: "As for what we are talking about now, it doesn't matter, it's a waste to take pictures, so I won't take pictures for now."

The embarrassing process was successfully transferred by the writers Dejima and Tarumi. In order not to make the atmosphere more embarrassing, Kogoro Mouri also took advantage of the situation and began to discuss the following talks with everyone.

After that, no one in the group had a conversation while eating, and it took almost two hours before the conversation ended.

After listening to the relatively objective and detailed descriptions of Conan and Xiaolan, Tang Ze grinned and said with emotion that this teacher Zhukou was really "an old birthday star who eats arsenic -- he is impatient to live."

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

Also suicide.

htui!

In the world of Ke Xue, all the secret rooms are basically homicides. If it is suicide, it is 99.99% likely that the prisoner deceived the criminal.

Only that tiny 0.001% possibility is all kinds of accidents.

And with the attitude Zhukou Yigui described at the time, Tang Ze was 100% sure that he was the prisoner who committed suicide by creating an editorial in the autumn field.

And this time his death is not difficult to understand. Ninety-nine percent of the remaining three people have a close relationship with the editor of the autumn field. After investigation, he found out the truth and revenge came.

Even the method of killing Zhukou Yigui was also the method used by the opponent to kill the editor of Qiuchang, playing a "tit for tat".

That's right, the death of Yoshiki Moguchi this time is also a secret room.

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

The Moori father and daughter and Conan, who heard the movement, also came out after hearing the sound~lightnovelpub.net~.

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

This is something that only a child like Conan can do. After all, the window in Mikoto Yoshiki's room is a transom that is fixed to open from the room, and can only open the gap below.

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

When he entered the room, what caught his eyes was Masuki Moriko who seemed to be asleep on the bed.

But after getting closer to check the other party's situation, 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, and everyone saw the situation in the room after a brief panic, and was stabilized by the experienced person Mouri Kogoro, who directly told Xiaolan to call the police.

After that, Tang Ze and others came.