Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 105 Courtesy Kumail

"What a magnificent house..." Standing in front of Tsujimura's manor, Mao Lilan exclaimed softly, "This should be called a mansion, right?"

"Madam, you are back." The butler standing in front of the door bowed to the people who got off the car, "Are these...?"

"This is Mr. Mori's family, friends of my husband and I." Koe Tsujimura walked into the entrance, took off his fur and threw it to the housekeeper, and asked casually, "Where is the gentleman? The invited guests came, and he didn't Come out and greet me."

"Sir is still in the study on the second floor, maybe there is something important." The housekeeper respectfully took the clothes she threw away, "Master Guishan and Miss Sachiko have also gone home."

Koe Tsujimura frowned, and heard a clear female voice from inside the house. Sachiko Katsuragi, who was wearing loose home clothes, walked to the entrance: "Ah, it's mom who's back. I'm sorry I didn't tell you beforehand. I'm sorry for the sudden visit."

Hearing her address, in an instant, the eyes of Maoli and his party fell on her face.

After seeing the real person, he made a careful comparison. What Tang Ze said was quite reasonable. There are indeed many similarities in appearance between Katsuragi Sachiko and Tsujimura Koe...

Koe Tsujimura might also be thinking of Tang Ze's previous evaluation, his face froze, and he scolded stiffly: "Why are you back today? Also, you can't call me mom yet, find out who you are!"

"Mom!" Takayama Tsujimura stretched out his hand to protect Sachiko Katsuragi behind him, "Why are you so angry all of a sudden? Father doesn't want to see Sachiko, I thought you were at least supporting us..."

"Guishan, there are guests here." Katsuragi Sachiko tugged on her boyfriend's clothes to stop the quarrel that was about to break out.

Tsujimura Kizen took a deep breath, suppressed his unhappiness, and tried his best to smile at Tang Ze and the others: "I'm sorry everyone, we didn't entertain well enough."

Several people shook their heads in unison, their eyes very sympathetic.

Except for Tang Ze, they have already completed a complete set of plots from the similar faces of Koe Tsujimura and Sachiko Katsuragi. At this moment, there are scenes of classic screen plots of life and death in their minds.Poor young man, he still doesn't know what he is about to face.

"Hmm..." Tsujimura Gongjiang's face twitched, she could probably guess what this group of people were thinking... Resignedly glanced at Tang Ze, the culprit, she coughed in embarrassment, "Well, your father and I There is still something to discuss with the guests. Go up first."

She took a few people upstairs and walked to the closed door of the study, where she could faintly hear music coming from the door.

She reached for her key, opened the door, and took a deep breath.

Tang Ze was at the back of the line, and Shi Shiran followed everyone into the door.

"Why are you turning up the music so loudly... Husband, Husband, Mr. Mori is here." Koe Tsujimura raised the volume, approached Isao Tsujimura, who was resting his head on the desk, and called in his ear, "Husband, wake up Awake."

With Tang Ze's eyesight, he could easily see her hand holding Tsujimura Isao's ear, and the slightly shiny silver needle on her fingertips.

He blinked and turned his head nonchalantly, pretending to be looking at the bookshelf curiously.

The onlookers don't know anything, don't ask, it's a secret room murder... huh?

"Husband!" Over there, under the surprised eyes of everyone and Koe Tsujimura's cry, Isao Tsujimura's fat body fell heavily to the ground.

But Tang Ze's attention was completely attracted by the photos on the bookshelf.

The photo frame on the left is the crucial murder motive, a group photo of the young Koe Tsujimura and Isao Tsujimura, and in the photo frame on the right, the fat Tsujimura Xun affectionately hugs another man in the same suit and leather shoes, with a pair of The two brothers looked good, each holding up the champagne in their hands and smiling cordially.

Isao Tsujimura and Shigehiko Tunguchi knew each other?

Oh no, look what he's talking about, it's no wonder a diplomat knows a member of Congress.

But considering Shigehiko Tunkou's defiant style...

Tang Ze was too slow, everyone turned around and looked in surprise at Isao Tsujimura, who had closed his eyes and died on the ground.

No way, no way, this can't be an unlucky guy who has something to do with the organization, right?

This kind of quality can also be related to the organization...

Politely asking, what kind of garbage sorting bin is the grassroots department of the organization?
Although the reflex arc was obviously not right, Tang Ze's performance was more or less the same as everyone else's. The few detectives present did not find anything wrong with Tang Ze. heartbeat.

"It's too late..." Hattori Heiji said heavily, "It's hopeless."

"What happened?" The movement in the room quickly attracted other people.

"Don't come in. Before the police arrive, no one can enter. Mrs. Tsujimura, please stand at the door." Mori Kogoro, who was familiar with such a scene, immediately organized the work to protect the scene, "Hurry up and notify the police. "

And the two high school student detectives, as if they didn't hear Kogoro Mori's words, almost immediately rushed around the dead body, and began to check the traces on the body surface and search for clues around the dead body.

"The body is still warm... the time of death is very close." Hattori Heiji tugged at the dead man's eyelids.

"The lips are cyanotic, but the degree is still shallow, and the poison hasn't developed for a long time." Conan sucked his nose, turning the dead man's lower lip and chanting.

Tang Ze stood on tiptoe and looked at the posture of the two walking side by side, then took a step back with confidence, and leaned against the wall.

There is no part that requires him to participate for the time being, so you can hang up the phone and make the background board with peace of mind.

So he took out his phone and tapped.

"Ding Dong".

"Ding Dong".

"Ding dong ding dong".

Gin threw the blood-stained black suitcase into the plastic bag, threw it on the back seat, and sat in the co-pilot with a frown.

"What?" He just got out of the car to execute a waste that was exposed to the police's sight. It took only about ten minutes before and after, so he didn't take his phone out of the car. Ask for vodka.

"Uh, it seems to be Kumail's email..." Vodka didn't dare to turn on his elder brother's mobile phone to read the information for him, glanced at the new message prompt on the screen, and handed the mobile phone to Gin.

"Kumail..." Is there anything he needs to get in touch with?Gin opened one endless email after another.

[Senior Gin, this is Kumail ^_^ I would like to ask, is there a grassroots member of the organization named Isao Tsujimura in Tokyo? 】

[I just witnessed the scene where he was murdered by his own wife, um, is his wife related to the organization?Should I step in? 】

[Oh, sorry, no need to confirm. 】

[He is indeed a grassroots member of the organization. I found a photo of him and my dad. Wow, it’s so interesting. There is my dad’s signature on the back of the photo... I destroyed it for him, no thanks. 】

[Oh, I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, Tsujimura's wife must have nothing to do with the organization, I found some clues... This is a pure vendetta. 】

【Well, I don't mean anything else [smiling emoji], but I would like to ask, does the branch here in Tokyo have a clear personnel and talker?Can you tell me his name or code name?I want to help the organization do some sorting and inquiries about finances... Is there any record of his funds being used improperly? 】

[Wow, Isao Tsujimura once used the organization's channels to help him personally smear his competitors in the same period, and successfully took up an important position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs... Amazing efficiency. 】

[Sorry, I misunderstood just now, his goal was not to get promoted, but to fall in love with the other party's wife. 】

[It may be that I am presumptuous, but now I really want to find out how the organization plans the use of funds in terms of talent introduction and absorption?My application for a new sniper rifle budget was rejected yesterday. I have some immature ideas. I think it may be a more appropriate choice to properly distribute the funds in this area to me and Senior Bourbon...]

[I heard that the organization also has a precedent of code-named members being involved in other people's vendettas to death, uh...]

Gin turned here and didn't want to continue to watch Kumail's eccentricity. With a "snap", his mobile phone almost hit the windshield directly, spinning and sliding forward along the glove box.

"waste!"

An angry shout came from the Porsche and traveled far along the dark bridge hole, echoing rumblingly.

(End of this chapter)