I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

"Voice can be faked." Chu Ming looked at the briefcase that Nobuo Iwama carried with him, "Mr. Iwama, you brought a tape recorder, right?"

Seeing everyone's suspicious looks, Iwama Nobuo quickly explained: "I just came from a meeting at school, and I have always had the habit of recording important meetings. Even if you think my voice was recorded with a tape recorder, I still closed the window!"

"There are so many small mechanisms for closing windows at a fixed time. For example, you can use rubber bands, ice cubes, paper bags for chopsticks, and thumbtacks to make a small mechanism that can close the window with a snap even when no one is around. I just saw that the window of Box No. 3 seems to be a little wet, and there are traces of thumbtacks on it..."

"But these are just your suspicions, you—"

"You have no evidence to prove that I killed Jin Tian—" Chu Ming helped him finish the second half of the sentence, then looked at him teasingly, "Is this what you wanted to say?"

Nobuo Iwama, whose lines were snatched away by Chu Ming, turned pale with anger and was unable to speak.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chu Ming waved his hand generously: "Why do you all like to ask people for evidence? Do you think that even if my reasoning is close to the truth, I can't convict you without evidence? Tsk, don't be lucky, okay? Here, the evidence is a piece of caviar on the dead man's hand."

While Nobuo Iwama was still not able to react, Chu Ming, who had secretly communicated with Conan, gave him a look.

Conan jumped up suddenly, grabbed Nobuo Iwama's sleeve and took off half of his coat: "Ah, this is so strange, I was thinking this uncle smelled so good, it turns out he got caviar on his clothes~"

Iwama Nobuo was so frightened by Conan's pull that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He couldn't help but roar: "Is it a problem if I accidentally get caviar on myself?"

"But just now when everyone was walking towards box number eight, I saw uncle standing at the door slowly putting on his coat. Would most people put on their coats when they heard screams and rushed out? Uncle, you're so weird." Conan pointed out Nobuo Iwama in his childish voice.

"That's right. When most people rush out of the door, they only take the door with them." Chu Ming subconsciously continued.

"..."

"..."

After thinking for a while, Conan finally understood what Chu Ming meant. He couldn't help but look dead in the eye and said, "Brother Chu Ming, can you be more serious?"

"I want to maintain my image. After all, I am a professor and it would be ugly to have stains on my body." Nobuo Iwama refused to admit it.

"Tsk, you still don't understand what I mean. When the deceased left your room, the caviar should not have been served yet, so how did it get on his hands? It can only have been from your clothes. In other words, his fingerprints should have solidified on the caviar on your clothes~"

Seeing that Nobuo Iwama didn't understand the evidence he was talking about at all, Chu Ming simply broke it down and explained it to him. Alas, this criminal doesn't seem to be very smart, after all, he is a professor of physics.

"Mr. Iwama, you must have reached Box No. 8 by hiding under the big boat that delivered the food. After all, you are small and it is easy for you to get in." Seeing that Chu Ming didn't tell him the method, Conan couldn't help but say a few words to help.

Iwama Nobuo couldn't help but kneel on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "It's all——"

"It's all his fault—" Chu Ming dubbed for him again, and then couldn't help rolling his eyes, "It seems that every murderer has his own difficulties, but who do you want to empathize with you? You should tell the police about the whole story."

Then he patted his butt and walked away leisurely, leaving Nobuo Iwama kneeling on the ground, not knowing whether he should continue crying.

Conan was ready to listen to his murder story, but was stopped by Chu Ming's words. Now he was curious and felt torn.

Seeing Conan looking at him resentfully, Chu Ming stepped forward and pinched the back of his neck: "It seems that Mr. Arai is the biggest winner this time. The professor killed the associate professor, so he, the assistant, can directly become a professor tonight, tut tut."

"..."

Rum, who was standing by, heard Chu Ming and Conan joking and laughing, and his thoughts were in turmoil.

It actually works like this. If the organization wants to nominate new politicians in the future, this method seems to be a good choice.

Entrusting the matter of taking the statement to Conan, Chu Ming waved his hand and followed Rum out of the restaurant.

"Chu Ming, is that Maori Kogoro really a famous detective? I saw that he seemed to have no clue when solving the case. He just wandered around without looking for any clues and even testified for the suspect--" Rum frowned as he spoke. Is this kind of behavior really what a famous detective would do?

"He is hiding his incompetence." Chu Ming chuckled. "After all, he is a disciple of Shiota Heihachiro, and has the same personality as his master. Although he is lustful and shameless, he is quite interesting when he is serious. Uncle can pay attention to him if you have time."

Rum nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Chu Ming and said, "Chu Ming, it's time for you to build up your own network. You see, Vodka, who was promoted by Gin himself, can be considered a core member, and he is loyal to Gin; Vermouth has so many suitors and is surrounded by people, Ireland is Pisco's adopted son and is not short of manpower, Cohen and Chianti support each other, Margaux has a special team among the peripheral members, Lafitte..."

Rum named nearly twenty people in the action team in one breath. Most of them had their own circles, and only Chu Ming was alone.

"Since you don't want to join my intelligence team, but want to be the leader of the action team, you must have your own power, right? Otherwise, there are so many people in the action team, why would Gin give you the position? And Gin himself is only 29 or 30 years old, how can he decide on a successor so quickly? Chu Ming, if you want to get promoted, you can't just rely on your own efforts, but your uncle will help you, don't worry."

Rum was secretly encouraging Chu Ming, and at the same time trying to alienate the relationship between him and Gin from various angles.