Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Could it be that Kudo-kun is coming too?!"

Inspector Megure looked at Xiaolan with surprise and was very expectant.

Xiaolan shook her head slowly, denying it gloomily on the surface:

"No, it's not."

Actually...

Xiaolan secretly observed Kudo Shinichi who quickly came back to his senses. She held her hands on his soft waist and angrily said:

"I mentioned Shinichi's name and he just froze for a second!

Humph, he must be on guard against me seeing through his true identity at all times."

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue recovered and looked at Officer Megure in confusion, secretly speculating in his heart:

"Inspector Megure thought that if Kudo Shinichi came here, he would be able to quickly solve this case?"

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets, stared at Xiaolan, and thought carefully in his heart:

"Whether I was smaller or not, I would have taken an interest in this case and come here to investigate.

In other words, the number one in the prisoner's eyes is most likely me."

"Forehead......"

Officer Megure confirmed that high school student Kudo Shinichi would not be coming, and uttered a few words with a hint of disappointment. He turned his head and looked at the people gathered around the wooden table one by one, and asked according to the police's usual practice:

"Just in case, I want to know if you have any connection with Murakami-jo?"

"Really? How could I possibly be related to a man like that?"

Nana Oyamauchi stared at Inspector Megure with dissatisfaction.

Peter Ford closed his eyes, shook his head to deny, put his hands in front of his chest, and waved them up and down twice, and agreed sincerely:

"I don't know Murakami either."

Minoru Nishina sat on Peter Ford's left, placed his hands flat on the wooden table, looked at Officer Megure carefully, and answered seriously:

"I have a connection with Murakami-jo."

"what?"

Everyone looked at Nishina Minoru with mixed emotions.

Renko explained nervously:

"Before I became an essayist, I specialized in writing crime novels, using Murakami Takeru's cases as reference."

"I see."

Everyone nodded in response.

Shishido Nagaaki looked at Officer Megure and said calmly:

"I have previously created a collection of portraits of murderers and photographed Takeshi Murakami."

"Did you have an argument with him at that time?"

Inspector Megure leaned forward slightly, supporting his elbows on the wooden table with his palms clasped together, and stared at Shishido Nagaaki seriously.

Yongming replied calmly:

"No."

at the same time.

Nana Oyamauchi withdrew her complicated gaze from Shishido Nagaaki, lowered her head to look at the wooden table, clenched her left hand, lightly touched her red lips with the joint of her index finger, and a look of worry appeared on her pretty face.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood on the left of Maori Kogoro, with their hands in their pockets, looking up at everyone, and accurately captured Nana's strange behavior.

Officer Megure also noticed Nana Koyama's unusual behavior, turned to look at her, and asked carefully:

"Ms. Nana, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm...Murakami was released from prison eight days ago, right?"

Nana Koyama kept looking at the wooden table, her words filled with nervousness.

Officer Megure responded without hesitation:

"Correct."

"Then it doesn't matter."

Nana Oyamauchi breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands across her legs, and looked relieved with a relaxed look.

Everyone stared at Nana strangely.

Nana Koyama realized belatedly that the atmosphere was not very pleasant. She looked around at everyone in confusion, pretending to be silly and surprised:

“Eh, eh?

What's wrong? "

Everyone kept silent and stared at Nana Koyama, trying to get her to tell the truth.

"Oh, how annoying!"

Nana Koyama supported her left leg with her left hand, and covered her red lips with her right hand. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and pretended to be cute and scolded:

"Why are you looking at me so seriously?"

Everyone stared at Nana Koyama, still without saying a word.

Nana felt the atmosphere was becoming more and more solemn. She lowered her head, not daring to open her eyes. She waved her hands in front of her chest twice, and interrupted the topic with a smile:

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop mentioning Murakami-jo!"

Without waiting for anyone to respond, Nana Koyama stood up abruptly, supported the wooden table with her right hand, pointed at Nishina Minoru with her left hand, and said sarcastically:

"You're the one who wrote such cheesy books as Paris Restaurant!"

???

Nishina Minoru couldn't help but type three question marks, looking extremely innocent.

Nana Koyama put her left hand on her hips and angrily said:

"The food at the restaurant recommended in that book is terrible. Do you even know how to appreciate good food?"

"You are so rude!"

Nishina Minoru stood up half-bent over, looked at Koyamauchi Nana indignantly, and retorted righteously:

“How could I not understand good food?”

"Hmph, then let me see the evidence that you know something about gourmet food."

Nana Oyamauchi looked down at Minoru Nishina and snorted with disdain.

Renko was slightly stunned, and repeated without quite understanding:

"evidence?"

"This is a gift I prepared for Mr. Shengyi, a bottle of wine."

Nana Koyama turned to look at the wooden table, bent over to open her bag, took out a dark blue gift box tied with a golden ribbon, stood up, held the gift box delicately in her hand and hung it on her belly, turned to look at Minoru Nishina, and proudly issued a challenge:

"How about you guess the name of my bottle of wine?"

"Guess the name of the wine?"

Nishina confirmed subconsciously and agreed calmly:

"Happy to accompany you."

"Ah."

Seeing that everyone's attention had shifted to guessing the name of the wine and no one was thinking about her guilty conscience, Nana Koyama just chuckled casually.

Dongfang Haoyue looked at the scene in silence, and complained in his heart incomprehensibly:

"Come on, we are here to investigate a case, why are we starting to guess the names of the wines?"

Kudo Shinichi held his forehead with one hand, looked at Nana Koyama with a headache, and complained in his heart:

"Where did this weirdo come from?"