CONAN: I have a compositing station

In the study, suppressed shouts sounded from time to time.

Jiang Shouichiro had a cold face, his facial features were slightly distorted, and his expression was uncertain.

Around the front and back, in a huge room, everything is in full view.

He couldn't see where Natsuki put the black gun from.

Each shot can take away a small part of his flesh and blood.

Like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, he can clearly feel the pain without threatening his life.

So far, there is hope of living.

That's why he's been suppressing his voice.

As long as we can still talk, as long as Xia Mu's qi subsides...

As long as it's over....

The little pain now can still be endured.

"Well, I write, I hope you will do what you say."

Shoichiro forced himself to endure the pain and took out a pen and paper from the drawer.

While speaking, Xia Mu still did not stop moving.

Another bullet that came out of nowhere, causing him to snort and cries of pain between his clenched teeth.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead from top to bottom.

The pain made his facial features slowly twist together....

The pen in his hand was pinched to a slight deformation.

As soon as the tip touched the paper, he put the pen down again.

"Your Excellency, actually, I can dictate..."

Natsuki stepped aside and picked up the teacup on the table and placed it in front of him.

Fingers flicked, and the teacup made a crisp sound.

"Your grandson is quite sensible and knows to pour you a cup of tea."

Place the teacup in front of Ichiro E.

"It must taste good, don't you taste it?"

Eshoichiro's expectant gaze fell back, and he returned his gaze to the paper in front of him.

Natsuki's meaning is simple.

If you don't write, then he won't have the opportunity to drink this cup of tea in the future.

Between him and his grandson, there must be no one.

Shouichiro gave up and continued bargaining with Natsuki.

Because Natsuki did not stop the bullet that came out of nowhere.

Although the injuries received each time are not serious, they have accumulated to this point and cannot be underestimated.

He could already feel that life seemed to be passing.

He can't delay any longer!

Otherwise, when the final writing is completed, when Natsuki fulfills his promise, there may be problems.

Eshoichiro held the pen with difficulty and began to write down the cause and effect of the incident.

As Natsuki guessed.

In order to do things for a politician named Ryuzawa, Shoichiro ordered the driver to kidnap the grandson of the old man.

Because of the presence of the old man, it blocked Tatsusawa's achievements.

At least in their eyes.

But they did not think about how the old man would take it with him if he got the part he deserved, living in a construction site that had already been built, and living a life that would kill him at any time.

In the pen of Ichiro E.

Valentine's Day night.

His driver took the old man's grandson and prepared to keep it for a few days before releasing it back, as a way to intimidate the old man and leave voluntarily.

However, there was an unexpected situation.

Also in the car was his grandson and the grandchildren of several other bigwigs.

A few small children, not knowing why, began to grab it, scrambling to try the feeling of driving.

During the argument, I don't know who opened the trunk of the car, and then someone pressed the reverse gear.

The little boy who had just escaped was caught under the wheel.

In other words, the picture in the surveillance that Natsuki saw at that time was already the second time that the little boy was crushed....

"Your Excellency..."

After finishing writing, Eshoichiro slowly raised his head.

At this moment, there is already a somewhat dying state.

But he himself did not notice it at all.

Those red eyes showed a longing for life.

The last time Xia Mu saw this kind of look was in the old man's house.

This time, he was particularly disgusted by this kind of look.

"Have you finished writing it, I'll take a look."

"Well, yes, the cause and effect, basically all in, that's it..., how do I know if you're lying to me?"

"How about you write down the time and place of each item?"

"Soon, I'll finish it right away."

Eshoichiro suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Natsuki deadly.

"Don't look at me like that, you don't want to lose your achievements, do you, Mr. Jiang Shou."

"Drag it on any longer, wait for even if you find the best doctor, leave any sequelae or something, it's not good, right?"

Jiang Shouichiro clenched his teeth desperately, and the longing in his eyes became brighter.

Right!

He can't be fine!

Just finish writing!

Finish writing!

He can live!

Just a little....

Just a little.

Shouichiro picked up the pen again.

Natsuki saw Eshoichiro's current state, retracted his gaze, and walked over to Shiho's side.

Behind him, the Magic Board Thousand Blades all moved.

"Have you recorded everything?"

Shiho Miyano nodded.

"Just record it."

Natsuki took his mobile phone and took a picture of what Eshoichiro had written, and at the same time took a picture of Eshoichiro.

In this way, it can be confirmed that everything is written by Shouichiro E.

In the photo, Shouichiro is sitting on his desk, his body is full of holes, and there is only one skeleton in many places.

Strangely, as if he didn't notice it, Jiang Shouichiro stared at the paper in front of him and wrote hard.

In ancient times there was a punishment called lingchi.

Also called a thousand cuts.

It is no exaggeration to use it on such people.

"Mourning-chan, don't you feel anything when you see this scene?"

Natsuki suddenly remembered and asked curiously.

This kind of scene in front of them, ordinary people can't watch it at all.

But when Shiho stood on the side and recorded the video just now, he did not show the slightest abnormality.

The expression, one can even say calm.

Hearing this, Miyano Shiho slowly lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

"It wasn't me just now."

Tea tea?

Seeing Shiho's actions, Natsuki instantly understood who she was referring to.

Is this thing or dual sim?

"Why is he..."

Miyano Shiho's gaze crossed Natsuki and looked behind him.

At this time, Jiang Shouichiro had completely turned into a skeleton, and there was no flesh and blood visible on the whole body.

The crystal skeleton sits upright, with occasional red accents in the white of the whole body, like a sculpture.

It still holds a pen in his hand, like a writer who was still working before he died.

The original bloody scene has a bit of a taste of art at this moment.

Shiho Miyano had an incredulous look in his eyes.

A living person, like this until death, did not resist at all.

"Obsession."

Natsuki explained that he told Shiho a story.

Legend has it that there was once a man who was framed by others and taken to the execution ground to be killed in the head.

The executioner with the knife was the one who framed him.

Before he died, he stared at the executioner. After releasing cruel words and turning into a ghost, you must take revenge on everyone.

The executioner sneered and told him.

Ordinary people can't become ghosts, unless he can cut off his head, fly his head out, and bite the flag on the flagpole a few meters away.

As a result, after being beheaded, the man really flew a few meters away, biting the flag with his head.

"So he became a ghost?"

Shiho Miyano asked curiously.

"How is it possible, only grudges, obsessed people, will become ghosts."

"His only thought before he died was to bite the flag, and he didn't think about his grievances and hatred at all, and finally his wish was fulfilled, and he couldn't become a ghost."

......

The cowherd shop that Natsuki and Miyano Shiho went to.

Several cowherds with different styles stood in different positions, their eyes vaguely looking at the room where Natsuki was located.

One of them was a cowherd with his hair tied up, and it was the cowherd whose flower name was Infinity.

"The movement inside has stopped, is it coming out soon, how long has it been since then?"

Someone next to him poked him and asked in a low voice.

"Estimated, it's time to come out, don't worry, I'll go to explore the mouth wind later, it's really not good, let him go to the store in Osaka, really want to come here, the brothers can only drink the northwest wind."

"You say, he didn't let a good detective go, and ran to grab a job with us?"

"How do I know?"

He asked rhetorically.

At this time, a colleague came over and handed him an envelope.

"A child sent it and said to give this letter to the one inside."

"Letter?"

He raised an eyebrow, took the envelope, and looked at it in his hand.

"Stop looking! It's out! It's out! The

colleague on the side suddenly patted him and said eagerly.

Not far away, Natsuki's room opened.

Natsuki came out of it naked, wearing a hardcover upper body and a bath towel.

On the well-defined body, red marks were visible to the naked eye.

"What a flower."

He muttered and hurriedly greeted him.

"Do you need any help, if you check out, go this way."

"No, no, no." Xia Mu's face turned slightly red, and he scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"So, can we change rooms?"

The hairtied cowherd looked at Natsuki suspiciously.

Xia Mu grinned, suddenly straightened his waist, and said with a little pride in embarrassment.

"The bed inside seems to have collapsed..."

The envelope in his hand fell to the ground.

Niu Lang's eyes widened.

Are you kidding!

What is this place?

Cowherd Shop!

If nothing else, the bed is custom-made!

Don't say double rows, three rows and five rows will do!

Can this collapse?

Moreover, Natsuki still has to change rooms?

And to follow??

Ten thousand thoughts flashed in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face for the first time:

"Yes, no problem."

Getting the answer he wanted, Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then trouble you, arrange it for us. You dropped this thing just now, right?

"Okay," he nodded, "this letter was sent by a small child saying it would be handed over to you."

"Letters? What letters, I'll see. "

......

After a while, the cowherd with his hair walked back.

The companions on the side gathered around.

"What did he say, brother, what is the situation now."

He lowered his head and his eyes a little lost.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "The bed collapsed." "

The bed collapsed? What bed..., brother you won't say..."

he nodded.

"Why do I feel the sky falling, brother."

......

Led by the waiter, Natsuki and Shiho Miyano changed to a new room.

Along the way, although Miyano Shiho had a straight face, he couldn't help but blush slightly.

The main thing is that from time to time the eyes around them fall on their side.

That strange look seemed to be looking at some rare animal.

That sight made her feel very uncomfortable.

It wasn't until you entered the room and closed the door that this disappeared.

"Is that all right?"

After closing the door, Shiho Miyano asked.

Natsuki nodded.

The alibi has been laid out, and all the preconditions are almost the same.

The next thing to do is to wait for things to ferment.

It wasn't until the next day that Natsuki left with Shiho Miyano.

Before leaving, Natsuki covered his waist and said to the cowherd that he was still not suitable for this line, and then left in the happy eyes of the other party.

"Hey! What about my car? When

he returned to the parking place, Natsuki was stunned.

The car is gone!

......

In the next few days, Tokyo remained as usual, calm and calm, and the storm brewing in it was not visible to ordinary people.

The big man in the financial world, Shouichiro E, was found to have died mysteriously at home, which attracted much attention.

In society, a piece of lace news quietly circulated.

"Shock! Detective Natsuki stayed at the cowherd shop overnight, and actually did such a thing to the bed!! Early

in the morning, Natsuki was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone.

"Hey."

Half-asleep, he picked up the phone.

"You're moving a little big."

On the other end of the phone, the cold voice of Gin Jiu came.

"Why not the way it used to be?"

"Boss, are you here to ask Xingshi about sin? Or do you mean that the organization has any guidance for my action,"

Natsuki sat up from the bed and said in a lazy voice.

"Don't tell me it's your ridiculous sense of justice. Or maybe after so long of disguise, you really think of yourself as a detective. Gin

Jiu's tone was tinged with a bit of disdain.

"Huh!"

Natsuki chuckled and lit a cigarette.

Go for it.

A puff of smoke came out, and he opened his mouth faintly.

“Gin。"

"Have you failed?"

"What did you say?"

The tone of the gin wine on the other end of the phone grew cold.

"I said, have you ever failed?"

Hearing Natsuki's question, a figure gradually appeared in Gin Jiu's mind, and he couldn't help but show a mocking smile on his face.

There are only half of the people who let him fail.

The next encounter is the death of that person.

Natsuki's words continued.

"What kind of people, what kind of things. Those idiots always think so, and then label others and conclude that they will do it.

"Then they will also be bound by the label on themselves."

"How could such a mistake happen to you? Top dog.

Natsuki asked with a smile.

He has been borrowing other people's hands to commit crimes, so he is not allowed to go out in person?

The more others think like this, the more they will wonder if this matter was not done by him.

Because that's not his style.

"...,"

there was suddenly no sound on the other side of the ginjiu.

After a moment, he hung up the phone directly.

Natsuki shook his head with a smile, got dressed and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the Miyano Shiho sisters had prepared breakfast.

And, there is another uninvited guest in the house.

Conan!

"I heard that you have encountered a case, how is it going, and do you need my help."

Conan asked as usual, and then sat comfortably at the dining table and took out a bowl of red date porridge from Xia Mu's basin.

"Check is found out, it's the person behind this, it's not moving, I'm still hesitating."