Conan Moslin

Li An pushed the food cart back to the kitchen, said hello to a few waiters, and went to the staff lounge as the foreman had instructed.

The foreman had been waiting at the door for a while. When he saw the person he had called finally come, his eyes became as bright as his head.

He walked a few steps quickly to Hou Lian, touched his head awkwardly, and whispered: "Mr. Lian, Miss Kong Mu from 302 said she wanted to be alone with the dining car waiter who worked on the third and fourth floors today..."

"Alone?" Li An looked at him puzzledly.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." The foreman also felt that what he said seemed a bit ambiguous, so he sorted out his words and continued to explain: "She is the daughter of the major shareholder of the Rice Flower Hotel. She came here to inspect on behalf of her father. She did not inform us before she came, so we didn't know the situation before."

The implication is that her coming here was a coincidence.

Li An suppressed his laughter and nodded.

"I told her you're new here, so she shouldn't make things difficult for you." Before leaving, he kindly added, "Anyway, be safe."

"I see."

Seeing how sincere he was, the foreman waved his hand and let him in with confidence, and then he left quietly.

"Mr. Foreman!"

"what happened?"

Hou Lian spoke sincerely, looking at the person in front of him very seriously, and instructed: "Foreman, your hood is a little wrinkled, remember to straighten it before going out."

Foreman: “Oh.”

As expected, she was discovered.

The "foreman" flattened the wig on his head with some embarrassment and left quickly.

Li An shook his head and pushed the door open.

In the staff lounge, the real foreman was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

On the table were a letter of employment, a letter of resignation, two cups of black tea, some scattered documents, a hotel intercom, and a mobile phone used by Yuko.

Li An did not look at the information about the treatment foreman's wife, but picked up the phone and called back the previous number.

"Hello? Is this Conan? I'm Yuko. I have something important to do right now. I'll have the waiter deliver the keys to 301 and 303."

……

Soramu Ryusei was curled up in a corner of the sofa wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly with two undried tear marks on his face.

Conan was frowning as he assembled the Kamen Rider doll with its arm torn off. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the child had finally fallen asleep. He stopped what he was doing and took out the information that Yuko had sent him to look through.

Whenever Conan encountered something related to the Black Organization, he would often get carried away and all his fear and terror would disappear. However, he was still concerned about the note he found in the bell.

It was almost impossible for him to investigate events on both sides of the building at the fastest speed at the same time.

In particular, he couldn't drag Miss Li An's friends who knew his identity into danger, so he thought of a compromise.

Please ask Miss Yuko to help check the check-in information. If possible, he wants to enter the room and investigate when the person is not there.

Although this does not seem to comply with the hotel's confidentiality regulations, it involves certain cases and Ms. Yuko's identity, so it does not seem impossible to do.

When Yuko sent the information, she said: "I won't put myself in danger for you, especially since my brother is still here."

This is the hotel's work record, which only contains simple contents such as room number, check-in date, service requirements, etc. These records are not detailed, so Conan reads them quickly.

301, Guangtian xx. Check-in date is three days ago, expected check-out time is today at pm. Order...ah, this note!

[The spare key will be delivered to the guest before 3pm today.]

Conan found that this record had been crossed out, which meant that someone had gone to room 301. He had been paying attention to the outside, and no one had left room 301. ... Maybe he still had a chance to find out what happened in this room.

Moreover, considering the last name Hirota and the strange bell, he thought the person who came might be Hirota Masami.

He needs to speed up to see it.

302, Soragi Yuko, Soragi Ryusei. The check-in date was one day ago... nothing special.

303, Edogawa Fumiyo, Edogawa... Allen?

The name is a bit strange, a bit like an exotic name.

Although he felt it was a bit strange, he thought that his own name was the same, and he was sure that both names were pseudonyms, so he didn't take it too seriously in the end.

Conan quickly glanced over this and continued reading.

Check-in time is early April and expected check-out time is tomorrow.

The content of the special note is: [Deliver the cake ordered by the customer from Jiamu Cake Shop to the room.]

Seeing this, Conan remembered what happened that day in early April.

He was deeply impressed because Ran Mouri and Eri Kisaki met at the cake shop that day and a case occurred.

Are these two people here so early?

Conan had a hunch that something was wrong.

There was nothing interesting to read in the rest of the content, so he quickly skimmed through it. However, the more he read, the more he felt that the following content seemed inconsistent with what he had seen today.

304, no occupancy at the moment.

305, no occupancy at the moment.

……

309, Sugisaki…, check-in time…

310, no occupancy at the moment.

Obviously, there was no one in the other rooms, and theoretically the doors should not be opened, but the food truck waiter still entered the room.

There was a knock on the door.

Oh no, that person is here to deliver the keys!

All of Conan's thoughts were interrupted the moment he saw the person coming, and the alarm started to sound in his heart.

The waiter standing at the door, whose appearance he had not seen clearly just now, was wearing a similar uniform to the foreman, of course, the style was simpler and looked cleaner, with a gentle smile, revealing some shyness and timidity, and looked very harmless.

But this cannot conceal the fact that this person's name is "Hou Lian".

What is his purpose here?

"I guess you want to ask me what my purpose is?" Li An glanced at the sleeping child on the sofa and lowered his voice, "Just ask directly."

Conan blinked, not quite believing that this person would actually tell the truth.

"I'm telling you - I'm here... to urge you to submit your manuscript."

Conan: ...