The Advent of the Infinite King

In the blink of an eye, a week passed, and this was a week in which Chunguang moved forward with firm steps. Chunguang never looked back, and now it is completely different from March. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and the night rain knocks them down.

Tokyo Disneyland has opened, and the top radio song has always been Michael Jackson, and the dead are always dead.

For Xie Chen, it was an extremely ordinary week, day after day, doing nothing, repeated between the school and the detective agency every day.

"This is the live broadcast of the World's First Night Festival in Saitama Prefecture..."

On Saturday night, the beautiful announcer on TV relayed news from the Kanto region.

"This event is famous all over the country for burning the words No. [-] in the world on Mount Sanyue. The No. [-] in the world festival will appear in front of everyone's eyes..."

In a hotel in Saitama Prefecture, a man with glasses complained loudly while brushing his teeth: "Hey, can you be quiet when you are looking for something, really, I thought you had gone out to watch the fun, and suddenly ran back to get your wallet."

The man wearing a thick windbreaker in front of the cabinet ignored his complaints and continued to rummage inside, almost turning the entire cabinet upside down.

"Really, I couldn't take a good bath." The man with glasses continued, "You probably haven't forgotten the promise tonight."

"Promise?" The man in the windbreaker suddenly stopped and stood up, wearing a hat and sunglasses that almost covered half of his face.

"I came here because you said you wanted to celebrate for me." The man in glasses put down his toothbrush, turned to look at the man in the windbreaker, and was stunned in vain.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you dressed like this?" The man with glasses looked at the messy room turned over by the man, and said suspiciously, "What are you looking for in this room?"

The man in the windbreaker pressed the brim of his hat and said, "Sorry, tonight's appointment has been cancelled."

Afterwards, he took out a pistol, put it on the forehead of the man with glasses, and said slowly: "Do you know why? Because the protagonist who wants to accept the celebration..."

The pupils of the man with glasses contracted in vain, his mouth opened wide, and no sound could come out of his throat.

The beautiful announcer on TV still relayed the news with a smile.

"The first festival under heaven in Saitama Prefecture is about to start. Please pay attention to the audience. Now the astronomical characters on Yueshan have begun to ignite..."

The next moment, there was a bang, and the gunshot echoed in the room. The man in glasses fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. He couldn't understand why the other party wanted to kill him.

"I'm going to die soon..."

The man in the windbreaker took out the wallet from the dead man, "I'm so sorry, Imatake." After taking out the money in the wallet, he opened the door and walked out.

At this time, tourists in twos and threes gathered outside the room.

"Excuse me, there was the sound of shooting just now." A fat man asked.

The man in the windbreaker didn't answer, turned around and pushed away the crowd and ran out. He ran to the river outside the hotel in one breath, and threw the pistols and backpacks into the river.

At the same time, Saitama Prefecture, among the crowd at the scene of the world's first festival.

"Ignite! Ignite!" Mao Lilan said excitedly, "It's the last word."

Mao Lilan was wearing a dark blue kimono, with a slightly long hem covering every inch of her body, only revealing a white neck like porcelain, with clogs on her feet, her feet were slender and fair, with graceful curves.

"Xie Chen, do you know?" Mao Lilan held Xie Chen's hand and said as he walked: "This ceremony is held on three mountains, and the three characters "天下一" are lit in order to pray for the best harvest in the world this year. Oh."

Xie Chen let out a feigned surprise, and then muttered in a low voice, "What's the difference between this and the big characters in Kyoto..."

Mori Kogoro followed behind, folded his arms and said, "It's good to do this once in a while, staying in a hotel and then watching the festival."

"Really, isn't it, Xie Chen."

"Yes..." Xie Chen could only nod his head, looked at the rabbit balloon hanging on his belt, and thought helplessly: If it wasn't for this...you really think of me as a little devil...

At this time, a thin man with sweaty skin, slightly dark skin, and a thin figure ran over from the crowd panting.

After looking around, the thin man held up the yellow camera in his hand and said to Mao Lilan who happened to walk by his side: "I'm very sorry, can you please take a photo for me."

"Okay, of course." Mao Lilan said with a smile.

"Please use this camera." The thin man handed over the camera in his hand, "Please use that word as the background."

Mao Lilan took the camera, and the thin man adjusted the corners of his clothes with his back facing.

"Are you ready? I'm going to take a picture." Mao Lilan said with the camera in front of her eyes.

"I'm fine." Mao Lilan immediately pressed the shutter, and at the same time as the camera flashed, Xie Chen's rabbit balloon appeared beside the thin man and was photographed together.

Mao Lilan said with some embarrassment: "A balloon ran into the camera just now."

"It's okay, thank you." The thin man waved his hand indifferently, and took the camera, "I'm currently collecting customs records of various local festivals, and this is the photo of these materials."

Mao Lilan asked in surprise: "Mister, are you a writer? Because you are quite tanned, I thought you might be some kind of sports player."

The thin man touched his cheek and said with a smile, "This is a tanned interview. I often go abroad for work."

Having said that, the thin man took out a book from his pocket and handed it to Mao Lilan, "By the way, maybe you can read this book."

"Is it really possible?" Mao Lilan took the book over.

Mori Kogoro looked down, and muttered, "Shii Nobuichi..."

Chapter 34 Alibi

"Actually, I used to write novels under the pseudonym Kosuke Imai." Said Nobuichi Sei.

Mao Lilan exclaimed, and then said excitedly: "I would know if it was Koto Imai. I read a lot of his books when I was in middle school."

Mori Kogoro stroked his chin and said, "But, it's very strange, that name should be the one used by Tomoko Imatake when he debuted."

Sei Shinichi explained: "Tomo Imatake and I are old friends, and we used to write together."