At night, Takagi and other police officers finally searched the entire apartment. To be precise, they just determined the suspected room.

During this period, Chen Xing went to the convenience store downstairs and bought some snacks, and of course the bucket noodles used to cushion the belly.

It was really pleasant to eat a bowl of steaming noodles at night.

"Do you like snacks too?" He Ye looked at the snacks in the bag with his hands behind his back.

Hattori Heiji gave her a look and said, "If you want to eat it, just say it directly. Turtle is not an outsider."

He Ye's face suddenly turned red.

Chen Xing handed over the shopping bag, "Everyone has been waiting for so long, let's have something to eat first."

"But this is the murder scene." Ran Maori hesitated a little.

"We'll go there to eat secretly." He Ye pulled her wrist and ran away.

"I really can't do anything to her." Hattori Heiji shook his head helplessly.

Chen Xing walked to the window and started eating instant noodles.

Conan, who happened to see him, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of his first meeting with Chen Xing. At that time, he misunderstood that he was related to that organization and wanted to subdue him rashly, but he turned out to be ugly.

He was eating instant noodles at that time.

Another second time was because of Yoko Okino's case, which happened to be in the apartment where he lived.

He was also eating instant noodles at that time.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that a long time has passed. Conan unconsciously smiled, and for a moment, he thought that only the reliable figure in his acquaintance and understanding.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" A little cold, Hattori Heiji leaned over and said with a faint look: "Can it be that he was beaten to the end yesterday, leaving behind any sequelae? He looked dumb and stupid."

"You're just stunned." Conan curled his lips.

"Then why are you staring at Tuoche?" Hattori Heiji looked him up and down suspiciously.

"I didn't stare at him." Conan snorted.

"It's obvious." Hattori Heiji was very straightforward.

Conan chose to ignore him and ran to Takagi Suk and listened to him about the investigation.

Hattori Heiji touched his chin, his eyes wandering between the noodles-eating person and the running elementary school student. He instinctively felt that something must have happened between the two.

"Three rooms?" Kogoro Mouri exclaimed: "Do you think there are only three suspicious rooms? But this apartment is obviously as high as seven floors, and there should be dozens of rooms above the third floor."

Takagi nodded and said, "Yes, but because someone committed suicide last month, almost all residents have moved."

Officer Otaki said: "There are only people living alone and without absenteeism, only those who live in those three rooms."

"Since that's the case, I think we'll just ask those three people again." Hattori Heiji said: "The prisoner probably didn't expect that he would be suspected so soon."

"Chenxun, hurry up." As the group went upstairs, Ran Maori smiled and waved to the window.

"That's right, I've heard from the Watson that you are an iron triangle, so you can't just let him take over the limelight." He said while eating potato chips.

"Come on." Chen Xing responded and raised the barrel surface to signal.

He quickly finished the noodles and threw them in the trash can in the corridor.

When he caught up with the group who had already gone upstairs, his face always had a smile on his heart. This was a feeling of being needed, from friends who treated each other sincerely.

And he was used to it inadvertently.

...

"Mr. Bouru committed suicide?"

"Yes, there are clues that it's very likely to be homicide."

The first room I knocked on was a middle-aged man wearing a shirt, named Mu Ao-Shi (xun, pronounced as Shuang) Xiong. He looked very generous and had a very temperament similar to those middle-aged men in office units.

"But, why do you already know about this?" Officer Otaki asked.

Mu Aoxiong said: "Because Miss Mingbo just wrote a message online."

"What message?"

"The God of Death committed suicide by lifting a gun in our elevator." Muroyho smiled awkwardly, "The name God of Death is the nickname given to Mr. Buura by Miss Nakata."

Chen Xing raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at Conan beside him. Is there any more suitable thing for him to say the nickname "Death"?

Hattori Heiji curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "I said why did that Oppasan still quietly play with his phone? It turned out that he was writing a message."

Chen Xing couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Hattori Heiji looked over and was a little surprised, "Are you in a good mood today?"

"What's wrong?" Chen Xing was confused.

"It seems like I've laughed a lot."

"What's strange about this?"

"Because you always do this." Hattori Heiji first smoothed his face like shave putty, and then pushed the corners of his mouth with his fingers, showing a smile. "The cold face is not very humane when he smiles."

"Hatsuke!" He Ye glared at him, "Even if it is the fact, you can't tell it in person. It's so embarrassing."

"..." Chen Xing.

If he remembered correctly, it seems that someone had been so embarrassed before?

Ran Maori quickly pulled He Ye's arm.

"Can we go directly into the room and take a look?" Officer Otaki asked.

"Of course, please come in." Muro Yoshio made way.

"What is your profession?"

"I am a company employee and I am responsible for the maintenance of the building, such as maintaining internal telephones, mailboxes or air conditioning equipment."

When Muro Osamu replied, Hattori Heiji and Conan went straight to the TV cabinet as soon as they entered the door, with several remote controls on it.

"If you say that, you will also maintain elevators or maintenance facilities?" Hattori Heiji asked.

"Yes, too." Mu Aoxiong responded subconsciously, but immediately frowned, "Who are those young people?"

Officer Otaki quickly covered Hattori Heiji, "Please don't worry about their existence."

"What is your relationship with Mr. Fuura who died?" asked Kogoro Mori.

"Mr. Fuura's phone also stores your name." Takagi Sukra immediately said.

"This is about stocks." said Mu Oxen.

Kogoro Mori stared at him, "Did you lose a lot of money because you play stocks, so you hate Mr. Fuura to the core?"

When Mu Aoxiong heard this, he hurriedly said, "I really hate him to the core, but I did not kill anyone."

"Then please stretch out your hand." Police Officer Otaki said.

"Hand?" Mu Ao-Ekiho raised his right hand, but he immediately shrank back and said in horror: "Are you planning to arrest me immediately?"

"Uh, it's because when a person shoots, there will be residue left on his hands or sleeves." Takagi Sugh pointed to the door with a smile, "The person responsible for the forensics has arrived."

Muro Yoshio breathed a sigh of relief.

While the forensics were reacting to the smoke, the group went to the second suspicious room.

The resident is Takuro Yuda, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with a sharp-mouthed and monkey cheeks.
Chapter completed!