"She was killed by someone."

Shiliang Matsuru turned around and said lightly: "The cause of death was strangled by someone."

"How could it be, why?" Huopu Jingwu couldn't suppress his sadness, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

A bald middle-aged man who had just arrived next to him, the editor who had previously waited for his original manuscript near the stairs, hesitated and said: "Maybe it's because of that fax."

Conan and Seramatsu stared at each other in an instant.

The Bald Editor's face froze and his speech was a little faster. "This morning, the editorial department received a fax that said, "If you don't ask that assistant to resign, I will never give up."

Huopu Jingwu was furious, "Why didn't you tell me about this? You have the chance to tell me!"

As he said that, he actually started crying, "Will I still write love novels leisurely when she encounters such misfortune?"

Hearing him say this, Shiliang Matsuku and Conan both showed thoughtful expressions.

After a while, the police arrived at the scene.

"Did you suddenly find this body when you brought the champagne you ordered from the guest?" asked Officer Meguri.

"Yes." The waiter stumbling: "I followed the customer's instructions and delivered it on time at 6 pm. I found the room card stuck at the slightly opened door. I thought I didn't know what happened. When I opened the door, I saw that the guest had already collapsed there."

"Where is the identity of the victim?" Officer Meguchi turned around and signaled.

Takagi Shibu quickly flipped through the small notebook, "The name is..."

"Shui Wu Yue Qianqiu." Huopu Jingwu sighed, and Qi Ran said: "She is my excellent assistant. She should be thirty years old this year."

"Who are you?"

"I am the novelist Huopu Jingwu, and I called the bottle of champagne for her." Huopu Jingwu explained: "I booked a room directly above this room and wrote the manuscript in seclusion, but it is estimated that the manuscript will be completed at around 6 o'clock, so I plan to raise my glasses to celebrate."

He said sadly: "But unexpectedly, she would encounter such misfortune during my writing."

Officer Memu pondered: "So, did you come here because you finished writing the original manuscript?"

Huopu Jingwu shook his head, "No, I can't write the last page. Just about thirty minutes ago, I wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, and just wandered around to change my mood. So I went to the vending machine on the elevator hall two floors downstairs, bought cigarettes and climbed up the stairs. As a result, I heard the waiter's call from the waiter halfway and rushed over to check it out."

Conan suddenly said, "Since that's the case, uncle was just wandering around, right? Then how could you know that she was killed during the period when you wrote the novel?"

Huopu Jingwu was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that he had just said something urgent.

Conan's tone sank, "Because it's very likely that she was killed just now."

"Because when we discovered the dead, our chin had indeed begun to stiffen, so we thought we had been dead for two or three hours." Shiliang looked at the bald novelist jokingly, "But you haven't even touched it, but you can see through this accurately. I think you are more suitable to transform from a romance novelist to a suspense mystery novelist."

When Officer Memu heard this, he immediately walked to Huopu Jingwu, "What's going on?"

"Because she didn't come to my room." Huopu Jingwu said anxiously: "Originally, she should have taken some information I wanted to come to my room two or three hours ago, but it didn't appear. Therefore, when I saw her body, I thought that she was killed, so I couldn't come."

Officer Meguchi looked at Takagi Suk, "So was the time when she was killed really two or three hours ago?"

"Yes, according to the coroner, it is presumed that the time of death was two and a half hours before the body was discovered, and it should have died before 3:30 pm," Takagi said.

When Huopu Jingwu heard this, he looked at the bald editor beside him, "Isn't that just when you eat in my room?"

"Yes, it was almost three o'clock."

"Who are you?" Officer Meguru looked over.

"I am the editor-in-chief of Mr. Huopu in Yushang Publishing House." The bald middle-aged man was a little proud, and then said: "Because the teacher seemed to have ordered too many meals, I invited me and two other editors from other publishing houses to have a meal together in his room."

"Do you want three original manuscripts to be written at a time?" Takagi Sho slashed his tongue.

"Yes, because the deadlines just hits the same one." Huopu Jingwu said: "So I plan to see which editor eats more and then complete their manuscripts in sequence."

Officer Meguchi asked, "So, will Mr. Huoura have a meal with you too?"

Bald editor: "No, the teacher said we should conceive the plot while we were having a meal, so we went to take a bath."

Takagi Suk said suspiciously: "Since that's the case, he might sneak out of the room..."

"That's impossible." said the editor of Bald Ding: "Although several delivery staff came to deliver the meal later, the door could be clearly seen from the dining table in the living room where we were eating. Since we helped to pay for the meal first, I think Mr. Huopu didn't even approach the door during the meal."

Takagi Shuo: "What time do you guys eat?"

"We had eaten until nearly 4:30, but after we came out of the teacher's room, I was still waiting in front of the elevator where I could see the teacher's room door." The editor-in-chief said: "However, the teacher will only walk out of the room when he has finished the original manuscript and has to hand it over to the editor in charge. Once the manuscript is handed over, he will go back to the room immediately, so I think the teacher has no way to sneak out."

Huopu Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief.

Officer Memu pondered: "So, the original manuscript was completed one after another in a short period of time."

"Yes, in fact, the three manuscripts have been roughly completed." Huopu Jingwu nodded, "But I just said that the last scene of the third manuscript "Telephone, the Sea and Me" who was responsible for was a little stuck, so after 5:30, I printed out the original manuscript outside the last page and handed it to him, and I went out to buy a cigarette."

The Bald Editor confirmed this very diligently.

Officer Meguri: "Don't you take the elevator?"

"Because it's easier to get inspiration when walking in the elevator." Huopu Jingwu said naturally: "Besides, it's a good exercise."

Officer Meguchi: "Do you have any clues about whether Miss Mizuki has a grudge with others?"

"That intimidation fax!" Huopu Jingwu said excitedly: "I think the murderer must be the guy who sent that fax!"

Then, the editor-in-chief of Bald Head explained the fax and said, "Although we also investigated the source of the fax, it seems to be coming from a convenience store."

"But why do you want to scare her?" Officer Memu fell into deep thought.

"Because of the photos of me shopping with her, they were published in a weekly magazine." Huopu Jingwu said angrily: "The mistress also wrote suspicion on it. Because of this, the popularity of the inner person went back to her parents' home."

Editor-in-chief: "Because the teacher's works are almost all about pure love, there are many female readers who are particularly disgusted with extramarital affairs."
Chapter completed!