"Then what kind of relationship do you have with Miss Shui Wuyue?"

Officer Memu had a sharp look and stared at the bald middle-aged man in front of him.

"We are innocent." Huopu Jingwu's attitude was slouching and serious. "She is a very capable assistant and always provides me with inexhaustible ideas, especially for the book "Tel, the Sea and Me". Her enthusiastic assistance can almost be said to be her work. I even plan to make her debut as a novelist next year, but who knows it will..."

At the end of the day, he was already in tears.

The temporary investigation failed, so Chen Xing and others had to leave the crime scene first and could make a follow-up record later.

"There are so many people watching the fun." Walking out of the cordon, Conan couldn't help but smack his tongue when he looked at the crowded people in the corridor on the other side.

At some point, he was suddenly stunned, as if he had discovered something, and he narrowed his face and ran towards the crowd.

Chen Xing's eyes were calm, looking at someone who had just peeked in the dark and now disappeared into the crowd.

"Conan, what's wrong with you?" Ran Mori grabbed the elementary school student looking around in the corridor.

"Have you seen a girl?" Conan said hurriedly.

Ran Mori and Yuanzi both shook their heads.

"It really is." Conan was a little frightened. "Just just now, there was a girl who looked very much like Shiliang, probably a junior high school student."

"A junior high school student who looks very much like Sera?" Ran Maori couldn't help saying, "But I remember she said that she doesn't have a sister."

"Can you read it wrong?" Yuanzi said casually.

Conan frowned. He was very sure that he would not read it wrong. He was here just now, including on his phone, who had seen it very much like Shiliang Shichun.

And while he was pondering, Shi Liang Zhenchun, who came over, was also observing him.

The two of them seemed to be unintentional, and they stared at each other as if they were aware of each other.

...

Shiliang's pure room.

On the balcony, the evening breeze blows, and the fireworks at night blows.

"Did you see it just now?" Conan whispered.

Chen Xing said 'yes'.

Conan subconsciously looked up.

"The girl in the photo." Chen Xing said.

"It's true!" Conan felt that he wouldn't read it wrong.

"Have you seen her before?" Chen Xing tentatively said.

Conan shook his head, "I don't have any impression, nor do I know it at all."

Chen Xing thought for a while, "Why would Shiliang let you see that she appeared in front of you again?"

--He was of course curious, wanting to know who the other party was, and even more wanting to know why the sudden throbbing was caused when he saw the other party's photos.

Even when I discovered the other person just now, my mood was not as calm as before.

"I want to figure it out too." Conan looked at Shiliang Mashu who was lying on the balcony and chatting while smiling. The wind was blowing, and his eyes became deeper.

"If you need it, I can help." Chen Xing said.

"Thank you." Conan smiled and said, "It's good that you are there."

Chen Xing met his gaze and nodded slightly, "It's okay."

"No, do you say that the novelist Mr. Huoura is the murderer, really?" At this time, Ran Maori spoke out in surprise.

"I think it should be." Shiliang Matsuru looked downstairs, his tone was lazy.

"But, hasn't that person already had a clear absent proof?" Yuanzi said in confusion: "It is said that he was in his room at that time, and the editors were also guarding him."

Shiliang Matsuru chuckled, "So to overturn his absent proof, you must come up with a way to 'how to land in the victim's room downstairs'. But after all, it's thirty stories high, and it's really scary to climb downstairs with ropes. What's more, since the editors can see the living room at the door for dining, it means that the balcony should be fully visible. What do you think, Conan?"

Conan, who was staring at a certain bedroom, came back to his senses.

Shiratsumazu leaned against the balcony railing, as if she didn't notice his little movement, "Does Conan think so?"

"Yeah." Conan forced a smile.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart that if I had come to this kind of thing, it would be not difficult to do, right?

"Oh!" Maori Ran said annoyedly: "I forgot to go home to cook, so I have to notify my father first."

"I think Mr. Maori must be furious now." Sera Matsuku said.

Yuanzi nodded 'yes', deeply aware of how much resentment he had for lack of food.

After seeing Conan staring at the room, Chen Xing guessed what idea he had in mind - maybe it was a wiretap.

Although old-fashioned, it is particularly useful.

...

After a while, Takagi came to knock on the door and said he wanted to confirm if he had something to do.

"The shampoo and hair moisturizing bottle caps are gone?" Seliang Masum is even more surprised than him, "Are you talking about the victim's room?"

Takagi scratched his head and said, "Although it was a disposable toiletry prepared in advance in the hotel, I even searched for the drain, but I still couldn't find it."

"We can only enter the door of the room." Conan said.

Takagi Suk: "Then you guys who knocked down the table aren't you?"

Shiliang's eyes moved, "What table?"

"Because there was almost no sign of being messed up in the room, I just don't know why the table fell down." Takagi Suk said: "So it is speculated that the canned beer that was originally placed on the table fell into the victim's suitcase, and the clothes inside were also stained with beer."

"What kind of suitcase is that?" Conan asked.

"It's quite big." Takagi Torado compared his arms, "I was surprised that there was nothing inside."

Shiliang Matsuku: "What's there?"

"In addition to clothing, there are cosmetics, a tablet computer, a small backpack and so on." Takagi Suk recalled: "By the way, there is an old postcard in the inner bag in that small backpack."

“Old postcards?”

"Yes, the postmark was twenty years ago, and the sender was Mr. Huoura." Takagi Suk said: "It says, 'It's such a cute story. When I write such stories in the future, let me name the heroine with your name.' However, the recipient's name is not Mizuki Chiaki, it seems to be called Jun Ota."

"Muzu Ota?" exclaimed Ran Mori, a loyal reader of the romance novel. "That is the name of the heroine in "Telephone, Sea and Me" that Mr. Huoura is currently serializing."

"What kind of story is that?" Conan said curiously.

Ran Maori said: "The story is that one day the heroine picked up an old mobile phone with cracks on the beach. However, it is incredible that the phone is a new model she plans to buy next week that has not yet been launched. Just as she was wondering and staring at the phone, a text message suddenly came, saying 'How old are you this year'."

Yuanzi 's slammed', "Dangerous strange millet."
Chapter completed!