Conan Super Detective

"It's so beautiful, the light of the setting sun, the real vision of the truth that'the earth is round' is truly amazing!" Xiaolan exclaimed heartily from the balcony.

"After all, it's the scenery on the 30th floor. This is also the reason why he has more and more apartment buildings recently. At least the scenery is really beautiful." Yuanzi said with some envy.

However, the envy of the garden belongs to the'worries of the rich', because no matter where you live, the villas are only four or five stories tall, including the attic, so I probably envy this kind of building.

"Let's also try calling room service = service!" Dong Ma said, picking up the introduction book in the room.

"It just so happens that I am a little hungry too!" Shi Liang nodded in agreement.

Of course, the things they ordered were different from Huopu. Most of them were Western-style cakes and tea. Simply put, they were food that often appeared in tea parties. The three girls gathered together and chatted happily.

As for Conan and Dongma, they connected to the Internet to play games. Although Conan 20 is a hand-disabled type, he is good at strategy games and RPG games, because the former is almost dependent on IQ, while the latter is Rely on strategy.

"Huh? It's already six o'clock." Shi Liang said suddenly when he looked at the phone.

"Oops! I have to go back and prepare dinner!" Xiao Lan exclaimed immediately.

"Then let's go back, next time you change hotels and play again." Yuanzi was carrying a tennis belt, while Xiaolan was holding her karate uniform, and Conan was holding the gaming laptop and left Shiliang's room. .

However, just as he was about to say goodbye, a panic shout suddenly came from a corridor not far away.

"This guest! What's the matter with you? This guest! Are you okay?!"

"On the lower floor!" Shiliang said, and immediately ran to the safe stairs. After all, on the first floor, the safe stairs were obviously faster than waiting for the elevator, and the others followed right away.

Dongma fell at the end, glanced at Shiliang's room, and then slowly came to a room downstairs with an inexplicable smile.

It seems to be the server-servant delivering champagne, shouting at the door of the room at this time.

"Miss Mizuki! Miss Mizuki!"

However, in the hallway of the room's entrance, the young beauty who was lying on the ground curled up in a bath robe could no longer respond to his call.

"Judging from the strangle mark on the neck and the Yoshikawa line, it should have been strangled to death." Shiliang said while examining the corpse.

"The jaw has started to stiffen. He died about two or three hours ago." Shiliang continued.

"Mr. Shui Wuyue? What the hell is going on?!" The novelist Huopu suddenly ran over and asked with a panic on his face.

"Teacher Huopu, why did you buy a pack of cigarettes but came here?" A somewhat bald man ran over and asked with a slight dissatisfaction. This person seemed to be one of the three editors just now.

"Jun Shui Wuyue had an accident and fell at the entrance of his room!" Huopu said in a panic.

"Eh? Mizuki-kun... isn't it the teacher your assistant?" The bald editor asked in surprise.

"He was killed, strangled to death with a rope or something." Dongma said lightly.

"Why?!" Huopu asked in surprise.

"Huh? So, could it be because of that fax..." The bald editor was surprised at first, and then seemed to think of something.

"What is going on, can you please elaborate on it?" Dongma asked, taking out the police officer's card.

"It was this morning that the editorial department received a fax. It said,'If the new fox = secretary of the raccoon is not allowed to leave, I will never let it go'..." The bald editor replied quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me that kind of thing?!" Huopu asked immediately.

"This..." The bald editor didn't know what to say, so how could such a thing be told to the author?Every editorial department often receives letters and e-mails from such inexplicable readers. How can it be taken seriously?

Of course, he never dared to say this.

He seemed to realize that he was blaming the wrong person, Huopu burst into tears, "Ah! My important assistant is dead, but I am writing a novel leisurely..."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Shiliang and Conan immediately looked at him, while Dongma seemed to have an expression of'I knew it would have happened a long time ago', calmly looking at the body and the situation in the room.

Huopu Jingwu was the murderer who killed this female assistant. This was the consensus among the three at this time.

At the same time, Meihezi led a team to the scene and asked the service worker.

"In other words, when you came to deliver champagne, you found the body, right?" Miwako asked seriously.

"As instructed, I delivered the champagne at six o'clock in the afternoon, and found that the room card was stuck in the crack of the slightly opened door, so I opened the door with some worry and looked at it, but I saw Mizuki. The young lady fell there." The service 283-wusheng said.

"What about the identity of the victim?" Miwako turned to ask Ono.

"Shui Wuyue Qianqiu, she is my assistant, she should be exactly thirty years old this year." However, Ono hadn't had time to speak, but was interrupted by Huopu who seemed to be immersed in grief just now.

"Excuse me, are you?" Ono asked.

"The novelist Huopu Jingwu, I also ordered champagne for her. I booked the room directly above this room, and I am writing in retreat. I expected it to be over around six o'clock, so I ordered this bottle of champagne to celebrate." Huopu said so.

"In other words, you came here after you finished writing?" Miwako asked.

"No, actually because there is really no idea in the last chapter, half an hour ago, in the name of buying cigarettes, I went to the vending machine in the elevator lobby two stories below to buy a pack of cigarettes, and then walked along the safe The stairs came up, and then I heard the call of the attendant, and I came over to see what happened." Huopu said.

"Then the question is, since you were hanging out on the two floors downstairs, why did you know that your beautiful assistant was killed at that time?" Dongma asked with a sneer.

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"Yes, when we found the corpse, the jaw of the corpse was already stiff. It did look like it had been dead for two, three, two or three hours, but how did you judge this? Have you recently changed your career as a mystery writer Already?" Shiliang showed a weird smile.

"Because she didn't come here!" Huopu said in a panic.

"Originally, she should have sent me the information two or three hours ago, but she never came, so when I saw her body, I guessed that she might have been killed at that time." Huopu explained excitedly.

"So, when is the exact time of being killed?" Miwako asked after a while.

"It was two and a half hours before the body was found, which means it should have been killed around 3:30 in the afternoon." Guntian replied.

"At that time, it happened to be when you guys were dining in my room?" Huopu said again at this time.

"Indeed, after three o'clock." The bald editor nodded.

"Then who are you?" Miwako asked.

"I am a Nikkei Publishing House. I am in charge of publishing and finalizing the books of Mr. Hotura. Masao Fumee is the editor in charge. Because the teacher seems to have ordered too many dishes, he invited me and the other two editors in charge, Imamura and Oda. , Dine in his room together." Bumu replied.

"Speaking of which, why did you write three drafts together?" Ono asked suspiciously.

"No, it's just that three novels happened to be published in their three editors one after another. Today happened to be together on the deadline." Huopu explained.

"As for letting them in for dinner, apart from ordering too much, but also wanting to see which one of them eats more and is most sincere, I will write which side of the manuscript first." Huopu added.

Although it was a strange behavior, considering that novelists and the like were originally weird people, Miwako didn't say much, but raised another question.

"Then Huopu-teacher also had a meal together?" Miwako asked.

"No, the teacher said he wanted to conceive the plot while we were eating, so I ran to take a bath." Bumu shook his head and said.