My script must be HE

Yazawa Chiaki didn't know what Shuichi Akai was thinking, he only knew that if Osamu Dazai didn't leave, he would be caught by Chuya Nakahara.

So Conan, who was still observing the three suspects, suddenly felt his collar tighten. When he realized it, he was carried back to the elevator by the leader behind him.

"Wait a minute, I haven't—" Conan shook his arm, wanting Dazai to let go, but the hand holding him was still firm.

"Huhu is just so dangerous. If you are found out, you will definitely be beaten!" The leader of the escaped family said with some sincere emotion, "But the guilt of being questioned by the police is completely worth the risk!"

Not only did he watch it, he recorded it.

The usually useless system dutifully recorded all of this, including the expression of Mr. Cadre, who was uncomfortable and irritable in the face of the police just now, and had to answer questions honestly, and the expression of Cadre and his superior gloating at this time.

All of these are stored in the folder, and they are the source of joy for Chiaki Yazawa.

"Don't you care about Mr. Zhongyuan? If there is no progress in the case, he will be sent to the police station!" Conan watched the elevator door close, and then stretched out a bandage-covered hand behind him, pressing down the door on the tenth floor. button.

Someone who was dedicated to angering Nakahara Chuya took it for granted: "Because I ran into a murder case because I was looking for me everywhere, I had to get involved in a murder case. This kind of Zhongya is not bad."

The translation is: check what to check, let Zhongye enter the game!

For a while, Conan didn't know what to complain about.

'The relationship between the top leader and the second leader is so bad, you Hong Kong-black haven't closed down yet? '

No, no, this man won't really let Nakahara Chuya into the game.

Conan's waving little short hand stopped, he understood.

He turned to look at the man behind him.

The elevator went up, and Conan, who was unable to return to the scene, was put down, and his feet stepped on the elevator floor.

"Do you already know who the prisoner is?" Conan's immature and deep voice was somewhat serious.

Although he felt that the Hong Kong-black leader was as unremarkable as Mr. Dazai in Atsushi Nakajima's narrative, it is undeniable that they are very reliable.

Not only through the narrations of Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, but also the emotion of Haibara Ai, who had personally experienced Dazai Osamu's rescue.

Everything shows one thing, Osamu Dazai is a man who is out of tune, and will never be ambiguous about business matters.

So it shouldn't be possible to let cadres get into the game, right?

Dazai Osamu looked at the numbers going up in the elevator with his naked left eye, and said relaxedly: "Got it."

This case can almost be called clear at a glance.

Just letting Conan investigate the case by himself will inevitably take some time, and this time consumption is unnecessary.

So from the very beginning, he didn't intend to let Conan work hard to deduce the truth step by step.

"Who is it?" Conan's eyes became sharper under the glasses.

According to his observation just now, he can only confirm that among the three suspects, Zhong Yuanzhong must have no problem. The scene is not in the hall, and Conan basically knows nothing about the case.

'This can lock the murderer, isn't this too fast?Is Mr. Ranpo also at this speed?or faster? ' Conan couldn't help thinking.

Since knowing that these people come from another world and may be closely related to the literary giants of this world, Conan's filter of Edogawa Ranpo has been improved.

After all, it is the 'father of reasoning in Japan' in this world, the 'No.1 detective in the world' in another world!

"It's very simple. Two of the three suspects are excluded, and the rest are criminals." When the elevator reached the tenth floor, Osamu Dazai stepped on the marble tiles.

Conan followed behind and looked up at him: "Does Mr. Dazai know the other suspect?"

"FBI, that man with the guitar bag is an FBI agent." The leader felt rather bored, "So that's how things are, there's nothing to think about."

He turned around and walked into the hallway.

"But if there is no evidence, it will be impossible to bring the murderer to justice for the time being...Where are we going now?" The black coat fluttered in front of Conan's eyes, and Conan realized that they seemed to have come to the interior of the hotel.

He hasn't seen a single waiter since he came here.

"Of course it's the monitoring room." Osamu Dazai stopped.

"Surveillance, monitoring?" Conan, who did not expect this, stuttered.

At the beginning, Belmode and Amuro Toru were also severely trapped by surveillance. At this time, Conan did not think that this time the incident was justifiable.

After all, when Ke Xue needs monitoring, monitoring will never work.

Osamu Dazai, who brought someone to the monitoring room but didn't have a key at all, stretched out his hand, flipped his right palm, and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped."

The door swung open with an old 'babbling' sound.

"Let's go." He said casually, raising his legs and stepping in.

Conan, who was following behind, rubbed his eyes, then stepped forward to look at the door lock cylinder.

'Is this his ability? ! "Snap your fingers, and the lock will open?"

...

"I felt a chill just now...Did Dazai come?" Nakahara Chuya lowered the brim of his hat, maintaining an impatient expression, listening to the police's routine questioning.

The policeman stared at the 'suspect' in front of him, and intuitively told him that this person was very dangerous.

"So, Mr. Zhongyuan, the deceased had an argument with you here?" The policeman held a notebook and a pen, ready to record, "What is the reason for your quarrel?"

Veins popped out under the black gloves on the hand pressing the hat.Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth: "Can't I not say it?"

"No." The stunned policeman immediately shook his head, and he even felt that this was the breaking point of the case.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and veins seemed to appear on his forehead.

"Height." A sentence almost escaped from between his teeth.

The police didn't understand what it meant: "Height?"

"He said I'm short, bastard!" the 1.6-meter Mafia cadre couldn't bear to shout.

The next person to be interviewed was Akai Shuichi, an FBI agent who was really unlucky today and silently covered his guitar bag with his figure.

"Mr. Akai, did the deceased have a physical conflict with you here?" It was still the same policeman, who didn't seem to consider euphemism at all when he asked, "What was the reason for your conflict?"

Akai Shuichi also couldn't understand: "...he almost hit me, and then I helped him up."

"That's all?" The police recorder stopped.

"Then he said that my hat looks like a bird walker in the park." Akai Shuichi said.

He thought his knitted hat was fine, so he shook the man's hand in a 'friendly' way.It's just that that person may have some osteoporosis, so he grinned his teeth and cried out that it hurts the whole time.

Finally it was the pianist's turn. His name was Toshihiko Komatsu, and he was the resident pianist of the Star Sea Hotel.

The pianist of Xingzhihai works in shifts, and it happened to be his turn tonight.

"That person, that Oshima is my brother-in-law." Komatsu Toshihiko said.Unlike the other two, he had an alibi and was only listed as a suspect by the police because of his relationship with the deceased.

"Because I think my work in Xingzhihai is very good, so I often come here, don't spend money, don't order, just hang around in the lobby." Speaking of this, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, "But I don't have to do it for this kind of thing. Kill my brother-in-law. I’ll go back first if I have nothing else to do, and the guests won’t be able to hear the music after I leave.”

Speaking of this, the person in charge next to him, standing next to the hotel manager and a high-level person from the headquarters, Sato said: "About this, there happens to be a gentleman who is good at folk music among today's guests, and now he will play for you on the top floor."

"The case is more important, so don't worry." Sato slowly stretched out his index finger to lift his glasses frame, "I don't want this matter to affect the reputation of Star Sea."

Although he was not a customer of Xingzhihai, Oshima Hiroshi did die in Xingzhihai's bathroom - he was hit on the back of the head and killed on the spot.

The murder weapon remained in place, a chipped white tile.

...

"Why hasn't Conan come yet?" Mao Lilan glanced at the time, 8 minutes had passed since she called Conan, and the waiter had already started serving dishes one after another.

Sonoko Suzuki passed the initial excitement period, laying on the table with one hand resting on her chin, lowering her eyelids: "Whatever that brat does, he must have gone somewhere to play and lost track of time."

As she spoke, she mentioned the orange-haired man she met in the morning: "But the handsome guy playing with Conan is really handsome! He has a black-hand-party temperament, and it would be perfect if he was taller... "

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment, he felt that there seemed to be someone outside the door just now, but this feeling dissipated quickly, making him wonder if it was an illusion.

He reached into his coat, and his fingers touched the things he got from the chief's room this morning.

"Don't wait for that brat." Suzuki Sonoko clapped his hands, "Okay, let's enjoy a pleasant evening to the fullest!"

"I agree." Hui Yuanai's voice was a little lazy.

"For Kudo, he must have seen something that interested him. After getting along for a few weeks, Hui Yuanai also figured out the detective's character.

Seeing a case is like a cat seeing catnip.

Most of the time today is the same, something happened suddenly, and then I forgot to tell Mao Lilan that I would arrive later, so I don't have to wait for him.

"Then don't wait for him." Mao Lilan folded his palms together, "I'm going to start!"

The neon lights dotted outside the window are shining, and the smooth sea surface reflects the night view of the city, emitting colorful lights.

Sonoko Suzuki tapped his lower lip with his chopsticks, and tilted his head.

"Speaking of which, why was the piano outside replaced by an erhu?" She was puzzled.

Is the frequency of erhu appearing too high recently?

...

"Erhu? It's not a good match. Inform another pianist to come over before the fireworks start." It seems that something happened to the pianist made him a little unhappy, Dazai Osamu flattened the corners of his mouth, and looked at the screen in front of him expressionlessly .

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, human figures quickly flashed across the screen, and people continued to enter and exit the elevators, safe passages, and bathrooms on the first floor.

Conan's eyes were fixed on these multiple screens.The amount of information in the multi-screen and accelerated monitoring is huge, and you will miss it if you don't pay attention.But Dazai Osamu was talking to his secretary while watching it as if he didn't care much.

Before Conan realized it, he scanned the screen from the corner of his eyes and pressed the pause button.

"found it."

Time to rescue the little (me) dog (self) dog (myself) surrounded by the police.