Detective Conan: Orange-flavored summer

"But, it seems like here..." Officer Shiratori suddenly stopped talking.

He looked at Shangguan Qianxia, ​​and after a pause he continued, "Miss Shangguan's name seems to have a '一' in it, whether it is horizontal or vertical."

Shangguan Qianxia showed a hint of surprise on her face. She pointed at herself with a hint of uncertainty and confusion in her voice. She said in a daze: "Ah, me?!"

"It is true. If that were true, everyone would be here from one to eight." Inspector Megure said in a deep voice with a solemn expression on his face.

"No, no, no, Officer Megure, I think you've made a mistake. Don't you think there's someone who fits the number 'one' better than me?"

"Shinichi. Chinatsu, do you mean by 'Ichi' you mean Shinichi?"

"That's right. After all, he fits the number 'one' more than I do. Of course, Xiaolan, you don't have to worry about that guy. He's not here now. He's very safe." Shangguan Qianxia looked at Conan intentionally or unintentionally and said with a smile.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Xiaolan's face. She lowered her head and murmured softly, "That's right."

Shangguan Qianxia revealed a trace of regret on her face, and she thought to herself, Oh my god, what should I do if I said something wrong?

"Uh, ah, that's wrong..."

"Chinatsu, there's no need to say sorry. You didn't say anything wrong, so you don't have to apologize to me. This is what you and Xiaoai taught me." Xiaolan raised her head and said to Shangguan Chinatsu with a smile on her face.

When Shangguan Qianxia heard this, she looked at Xiaolan in a daze, and finally she also laughed.

Conan on the side clenched his fists, his face showing determination. He said in his heart, Xiaolan, wait for me!

Haibara Ai's gaze fell on Xiaolan and Conan, then she looked at Shangguan Chinatsu, then slowly lowered her eyes, silently making up her mind in her heart, Kudo, I will develop the antidote as soon as possible, not only for you, but also for myself.

Huibara Ai raised her head again, her eyes fixed on Shangguan Chinatsu's back, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Feeling the burning gaze behind her, Shangguan Qianxia turned around in confusion and said to Huiyuan Ai: "Xiao Ai?"

Huiyuan Ai, who had come back to her senses, responded indifferently, pretending to be puzzled and said, "What?"

"Indeed, Brother Kudo is more in line with the 'one' in the playing card. However, now that Brother Kudo is not here, the murderer's target may shift to Sister Shangguan." Inspector Megure said in a deep voice with a cold face.

Then, he looked around at everyone and asked seriously, "Although Murakami Jō is less suspicious now, I still want to ask, what is your relationship with Murakami Jō?"

"How could I be related to that kind of person?" Nana Koyama spoke first.

Then Pete Ford also shook his head and said, "Me neither."

"I have." A voice sounded faintly.

Everyone looked at Nishina Minoru in surprise, and he continued to explain: "Before I became an essayist, I was a reporter covering social events. I once wrote about the Murakami Takeshi case."

"I have one too. I took photos of Murakami Takeshi when I was shooting the photo album 'Portrait of a Murderer'." Photographer Shishido Nagaaki also said in a deep voice.

"Was there any dispute at that time?"

"No."

Nana Koyama's face started to look strange, and she pinched her chin awkwardly with her hand. This scene happened to be seen by Inspector Megure and Conan opposite.

"Hmm? Miss Nana, what have you thought of?" Inspector Megure asked in confusion.

Nana Koyama pondered for a while and said, "That person seemed to have been released from prison eight days ago, right?"

"Yes." Officer Megure replied.

Nana Oyama seemed relieved and said, “That probably doesn’t matter.

Everyone was staring at Nana Koyamauchi, and when she came to her senses, she looked around, then covered her mouth with her hands and laughed, "Hate it, why are you all so serious? Let's not talk about this. By the way, it was you who wrote that crappy book 'Paris Restaurant'?" After saying this, Nana Koyamauchi stood up and pointed her finger at Minoru Nishina and said dissatisfiedly.

When Nishina Minoru heard this, he turned to look at Koyamauchi Nana in a daze, only to see Koyamauchi Nana with her hands on her hips continuing to speak coldly: "The food in the restaurant recommended in that book is really terrible. Do you really know how to eat?"

Nishina Minoru also stood up, with anger on his face. He angrily said to Koyama Nana: "You are so rude, of course I understand!"

"Then you should produce evidence."

"evidence?"

Nana Koyama picked up the gift box that she had placed on the table. She chuckled and said, "I brought a gift for Mr. Asahi. Can you guess what kind of red wine this is?"

"Do you want me to taste the red wine? No problem." Nishina Minorunen said calmly.

……

Minoru Nishina elegantly picked up the goblet containing red wine, slowly put it to his mouth, took a small sip, and then he put the red wine in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

Then, he swallowed the red wine, with a confident smile on his face, and said, "This elegant violet fragrance and velvety taste should be the 'Chambertin' that the French Emperor Napoleon liked to drink the most."

Nana Koyama laughed loudly. Everyone looked at her in confusion. She smiled cunningly and said, "You've been fooled. How could I buy a bottle of wine worth tens of thousands of dollars as a gift?"

"Then what is this..." Nishina Minoru was instantly sweating profusely. He looked at the wine glass in his hand in confusion and said.

Then, Nana Koyama came to Sawaki Kohei with a goblet of red wine and placed the glass in front of Sawaki Kohei.

“You’re a wine connoisseur, right?”

"Yes." Zemu nodded in response.

"Then please tell that fake writer the answer."

Upon hearing this, Zemu Gongping looked at the wine glass in front of him and picked it up. Then, Zemu Gongping first observed the color of the red wine, sniffed the smell of the red wine with his nose, and then shook the red wine in the glass slightly.

He put it to his lips and took a sip, tasting it carefully, and then he said confidently: "This is 'Windmill Wine'."

"bingo."

"What? That's Ponzo?" said Minoru Nishina in disbelief, looking at the wine glass in his hand.

"If good quality Ponza wine is stored for a long time, it can also produce a unique wine aroma like Bourgogne." Zemu Gongping explained slowly.

Nana Koyama looked at Nishina Minoru with disdain and said sarcastically, "Do you understand now? You'd better take down your sign as a food essayist as soon as possible."

Nishina Minoru turned his head away with a gloomy expression and said nothing.