"My room is quite messy, please come in."

He took the elevator upstairs without saying a word and opened the door. Zong Bing said casually, changing his shoes in the entrance hall.

At the door, several people stood crampedly and couldn't help looking at each other.

The room in front of you cannot be simply described as "chaotic", it should be said to be very messy.

--The room is not big, a single apartment. There are more than a dozen pairs of slippers in the entrance hall, and messy clothes are thrown on the floor ahead, and clothes and items are placed on the sofa. Even a few dirty socks are hung on the TV.

There were food piles on the coffee table that had been left for unknown amount of time, and a stinky smell came from a faint feeling. The washbasin that you could see at a glance was filled with bowls, chopsticks, and plates, and the tray next to it was filled with paper balls.

Chen Xing closed the door smoothly, stood at the entrance, hesitating whether to change his shoes and go in.

"It's really messy." Conan complained in his heart and had already entered.

Haibara Ai changed into slippers as if nothing had happened, looked back at the person who was still standing there, "Don't you go in?"

"Just just look for photos, I can do it without me." Chen Xing said: "And, the room is very hot."

Zong Bing stayed in the model shop all day long, with no one at home, and the small room was filled with daytime heat.

Haibara Ai glanced at him and said deliberately: "That's right, after all, he is the rich young master."

Chen Xing shrugged and leaned against the door frame.

"I remember putting that photo album on the top." Over there, Zong Bing had already started to pull out the bookshelf. "Strange, why is it gone? I clearly remember putting it here."

Conan had habitually observed the surroundings with suspicious eyes. After seeing the water stains on the floor, he went through the trash can, found an almost wet tissue from the top, and pinched it with his fingers.

After seeing this, Haibara Ai was used to his little interest, he still felt a chill.

"Aren't the photos saved in the computer?" she pointed to the computer on the desk.

Zong Bing, who was rummaging through the drawer, slapped his forehead, "Yes!"

"I'll find it right away, you guys wait a moment." But as soon as he finished speaking, he was confused when he flipped the computer, "What's going on? Why are all the information gone? I haven't deleted it."

When Conan heard this, he reached out to touch the host, then frowned and said, "Maybe someone sneaked into this room and did something. Moreover, he was still here just now."

"What?" Zong Bing was stunned, "Someone sneaked into my house, and he was still here just now? How is this possible?"

"There is a lot of evidence," Conan said: "For example, the slippers in the entrance hall are so messy, but the slippers at the bathroom door are neat and tidy. You just came back, which means someone has used the bathroom before."

Zong Bing said awkwardly: "I will place my slippers occasionally, really."

"It's just occasionally, not often," Conan continued, "and it's water stains on the floor."

As he said that, he took a tissue and spread it on it, "It may not be obvious just to see it, but it will be clear if this happens. The drops of water are concentrated in front of the table and bookshelf, and the toilet paper in the trash can are soaked. This should be a human sweat."

"Ah?" Zong Bing shivered, "It's sweat."

"So that's it." Haibara Ai said: "That man was rummaging around this room full of hot weather during the day, so he sweated a lot. He wiped the sweat with toilet paper and threw it into the trash can, and the sweat that had not been wiped inevitably dripped around the bookshelf and table where he had been staying for a long time."

"Will it be better to turn on the air conditioner?" Dr. Agasa said in confusion.

"Yes, I never turn off the lights even when I go out. The remote control of the air conditioner has been placed on the table, so it should be easy to see." Zong Bing said.

"If you come back and find a chill in the room, won't you be suspicious?" said Ai Haibara.

"Ah, this." Zong Bing scratched his head.

"There is also critical evidence," Conan said. "It's this computer host that feels a little hot. You just turned on it, but the CPU part is already so hot. Isn't it strange?"

Zong Bing subconsciously touched the host, "Is that guy's purpose..."

"I think it should be a photo. It's the one you said you want to show us, and it's the photo of the person we've been looking for for a long time." Conan said in a voice: "Not only were the photos on the computer deleted, but even the albums on the bookshelf were not flying."

"By the way," he looked around, "In such a stuffy room, neither the sweat on the floor nor the toilet paper that wiped sweat, it was completely dried up. Judging from time, about 10 minutes ago, that person was still here."

Zong Bing listened in confusion and asked for a while: "Little brother, who are you?"

Conan held the mirror frame and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My name is Conan Edogawa, I am a detective."

"Cough." Chen Xing couldn't help but remind, "Balcony."

"What?" Dr. Agasa didn't react yet.

Ai Haibara's eyes moved and looked towards the balcony, "Do you say..."

"No way?" Conan looked over.

"What are you talking about?" Zong Bing said blankly.

Chen Xing had already walked in. Although he was a little rude and didn't change his shoes, he pushed open the balcony door directly. In the small space, there was a washing machine against the wall.

"Hey, don't you think that that guy hasn't left yet, and he's just hiding here?" Zong Bing had heard many suspense and reasoning stories about his deceased grandfather, and at this time he could tell something from the behavior of these strange guests.

Chen Xing didn't say anything, but just walked closer to the washing machine and used the clothes rack on the balcony to lift the lid.

Although the person hidden in it was breathing rapidly and was obviously very nervous, he still did not relax his vigilance, but it was obvious that he was too careful because after turning on the washing machine, the person inside was sweating all over, and his anxiety and fear were almost written on his face.

"Duo, Duohu? Why are you here?" Zong Bing spoke in surprise after seeing the person hiding clearly.

...

"Sorry, I have no malice!"

On the floor, the person who was originally hiding in the washing machine was sitting down from the ground and said apologetically: "I have never touched anything else in the room except the photos. Please forgive me."

"So, is it you who deleted the photos and files in the computer? " Zong Bing asked.

"Yes, but don't worry, I've already made a backup." Duohu hurriedly said: "After I deleted the photo in question, I originally planned to secretly restore the photo in the album. I just wanted to steal that one."

"What photo is it? I don't have any photos that are not good for you in my hand." Zong Bing said in confusion.

"It's the photo of the chariot model I showed you before." Duohu said.

"Eh?" Not only Zong Bing, but even Conan was stunned. What they said seemed to be the same thing?

Then, Duohu explained the reason why he wanted to steal photos, which was nothing more than that it was not the model he made, but the finished product he bought from abroad. Then, he put his own nameplate on during the exhibition, making people think that he made it.

"So I want to steal it out before you published the photo on the Internet. I didn't expect you to come back so early tonight, so I had to hide in the washing machine."

"Idiot!" Zong Bing said speechlessly: "Of course I know that it was not a model you made by yourself. Publishing the photos is just to deceive you before you confess."

"Well, sorry to interrupt." Dr. Agasa couldn't help saying, "You can almost show us the photos now, right?"

"Ah, I almost forgot." Zong Bing looked at Duohu and said angrily: "You can help find photos together."

“What photo?”

"It's just a photo of my grandpa and a very good regular customer."

"It's the customer who often brings the child. Grandpa even said he was the number one customer." Duohu smiled and said, "I remember his job is diving, right?"

"Didn't you say he is the Maritime Self-Defense Force?" Zong Bing said casually.

Conan asked, “Did that person say that?”

"No, it was one time when I checked out at that store, my change fell on the ground and just rolled to the person's table. I heard it when I picked it up."

Duohu recalled: "He said 'I'll dive in soon'. Because I liked to make models of chariots and ships since I was a child, I thought he was talking about submarines. However, Zong Bing's grandfather said that the man was just an ordinary company employee, so I felt that he and his colleagues wanted to dive."

"Those of his colleagues?" Conan asked.

"Yes, there are three or four foreigners in black clothes." Duohu nodded.

On the side, Conan and Ai Haibara's expressions changed.

Duohu said: "But he looks like he is trying to challenge the dangerous seas, because I heard everyone say to him 'good     luck, no pain                                                                                                        

"Was that person's son also present at that time?" Conan asked.

"No," Duohu said: "It seems that every time he brings his son, there are only the two of them."

"That's right." Zong Bing nodded.

At this time, Duohu took out a photo from the album, "Is this one? It looks like his son accidentally pressed the shutter while playing with your camera."

"I discovered it when I was washing the photos." Zong Bing smiled.

"Is that person really just an ordinary company employee?" Conan said hurriedly.

"Anyway, that's what my grandfather said." Zong Bing handed over the photo, "I know so much about the staff hired by Pany."

Haibara Ai seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened, and he was full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xing was puzzled and looked at the photo in Conan's hand.

The one who occupied most of the photos was a little vague boy who was taken from the face. It can be seen that he accidentally touched the shutter and took a photo. A middle-aged man wearing black clothes was raising his glass to drink beer in the back corner.

Thin, depressed, but inexplicably determined.
Chapter completed!