Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 143 Singing
In order to protect the GL lion, Mori Kogoro decided to live in the same room with Yamamura.

Fortunately, the passenger ship is big enough, and even its rooms can accommodate quite a few people.

Therefore, after discussing, Mori Kogoro, who felt that his task was difficult, lived in a room with Yamamura, in order to protect this GL lion, which symbolizes friendship.

An electronic lock that requires a four-digit combination, an alarm that will sound throughout the ship when touched, an infrared sensor.

Under such a security system, there are still two guards standing at the door.

Not far away, a man with an afro-haired man secretly watched all this and left quietly.

When night falls, it's time for the party to start.

In the center of the stage, under the spotlight, a woman in a red dress stood in front of the microphone.

“To another place and time, We would never say goodbye”

Time and space and places have been changed, and we will never say goodbye.

The singing seems to have magical powers, not only making people feel calm, but even the soul feels as if it has been appeased.

When the song was over, everyone seemed to have not recovered.

I don't know whose applause finally brought back everyone's thoughts, and everyone applauded to express their appreciation.

"Thank you very much. Fireworks will be set off on this side of the sea soon, please enjoy it from the deck outside."

The fireworks in the night sky are special programs prepared for the last voyage.

"great!"

Both Xiaolan and Yuanzi showed expressions of surprise, and couldn't help sighing.

"Someone fell!"

I don't know who exclaimed.

The original exclamation turned into a scream in an instant.

"Turn left and turn off the engine."

Seeing this situation, the captain Masaharu Yokomatsu immediately issued an order through the walkie-talkie.

After a while, there was a response from the intercom: "The engine has been shut down for rescue purposes. Switch to backup power immediately, please rest assured."

The lights of the passenger ship went out, and it became pitch black in an instant, almost to the point where you couldn't see your fingers.

"Police Department, Police Department, it's bad!"

A police officer ran over with a flashlight and hurriedly said, "After the power outage, the security system was also shut down!"

"what?"

Mori Kogoro was shocked, if the world thief took this opportunity to steal the GL lion, wouldn't he be a sinner?
He hurriedly ran towards the location of the room, wanting to check whether the GL lion was intact, and Shancun Cao followed closely behind.

When it was confirmed that the GL lion was still there, the two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

According to the captain, the man who fell into the water has been salvaged.

He also heard that the famous Kogoro Mori was also on the scene, clapped his hands together, and invited the world's number one criminal policeman and the two with the title "Sleeping Kogoro" to the infirmary at the same time.

"This is the ship's doctor, the new home doctor." Yokomatsu Masaharu introduced.

"So, was it an accident or suicide this time?"

"It's been shot here."

There were marks of bullet holes on the man's chest.

"Ah, how strange!"

Standing on tiptoe, Conan pretended to be surprised and said, "Since you shot him to death and threw the body into the sea, why is the body still wearing a life jacket?"

Moreover, there was no trace of being shot by a bullet on the life jacket.

In other words, the prisoner deliberately put a life jacket on the deceased after the shooting.

"You brat."

Seeing that Mori Kogoro's fist was about to come down, Conan had already closed his eyes, ready to be injured.

Unexpectedly, the other party stopped suddenly.

Conan opened his eyes suspiciously and looked at him.

"Really, forget it."

Mori Kogoro coughed lightly, and said, "Anyway, we have to call the police first. Stop the sightseeing trip and find the nearest port to dock."

All passengers and crew members on board will be questioned and their belongings checked.

"But in this case, what if the other party takes the opportunity to escape?"

Yamamura suggested excitedly: "In this case, let me, the No.1 detective in the world, catch the murderer with Mr. Mori!"

The combination of two swords is amazingly powerful and invulnerable to all evil.

But with these two unreliable duo together, Conan only felt tired.

The deceased was a Singaporean investor, Yang Moumou, 68 years old.

He is one of the top [-] property owners on the list of the world's richest people published by Global Economics.

"Captain, when I sent a fax to the bridge, I found this."

A crew member ran over and handed a piece of A4 paper to Yokomatsu Masaharu.

"Continue to sail to Singapore as originally planned. While docking, all passengers and staff will be released. Before that, all contact with the outside world is prohibited. If you do not follow the rules, there will be new victims."

Room manager Hiroaki Kakata was startled, "Could this be a warning from the prisoner?"

"Where is the source of the signal?"

Masaharu Yokomatsu looked at the crew and asked.

"I only know that it's the people in the boat."

There are still seven days before arriving in Singapore, and the prisoner must still be on this ship at this time.

At this time, on the deck of the first floor, a man and a woman were lying on the railing.

The woman was the one who sang before, named Anxia Lutian, the daughter of Hongming Lutian.

The man was wearing a chef's uniform, and he was a chef in the back kitchen of the ship, named Nanaoharao.

"The last sightseeing trip, this kind of thing happened."

Qi Yuanxu didn't respond to her immediately, but looked around for a while, and finally looked at An Xia after confirming that there was no one else.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" An Xia felt a little puzzled.

"No, it's fine."

An Xia moved a little closer to him, and asked with a smile, "What do you plan to do after this trip is over?"

"what?"

"Look, hasn't it been formalized yet?"

After hearing this, Qi Yuanxu suddenly realized what the other party was referring to.

"Yes, let's discuss it next time."

He looked at An Xia, put his hand on the other's hand, interlocked his fingers, and said seriously, "The future of the two of us."

Time slowly approached the early morning of the next day.

"In order not to cause panic, when explaining to the passengers, it was a suicide."

"Arrange guards on both sides, and conduct 24-hour surveillance to prevent new people falling into the water. Prioritize the safety of passengers and find the culprit as soon as possible."

After receiving Masaharu Yokomatsu's order, the guards all went into a state of alert, more serious than before.

In Yang's room, Qinghai Chuantang was dressed as Sherlock Holmes, with a pipe dangling from his mouth.

On the pillow, there were marks of being shot by bullets, revealing the feathers inside.

There were also a lot of fluffy feathers scattered on the floor of the room and on the table.

"Sister Xiaotang, are you sure the god of death is me and not you?"

Almost wherever it appears, there will be a murder case, and it has successfully made Conan realize whether something has entangled him.

Ever since Qinghai Chuantang appeared, other than herself, there were also murders where she appeared.

So Conan suspected that she was actually the "source".

"It just happened to happen, it just happened. Even if you and I don't show up, it will still happen."

It's just that the frequency and times are a little too much.

However, the house prices in the accident-prone areas of Mihua Town have been reduced a lot because of Conan, which can be regarded as a contribution.

"This window is open," Qinghai Chuantang said after gesturing, "There is probably a distance as wide as an 'L' between hands."

I have to say that this metaphor is very appropriate.

After Conan looked at his little short hands, he was silent for a while, and chose to give up.

After pushing open the window, the two walked to the balcony.

"Miss Xiaotang, look!"

Conan stood on tiptoe, pointed to the marks on the railing and said, "The murderer is among the people on board."

Qinghai Chuantang was silent for a moment.

Three days later, the 3000 people on board were finally successfully questioned.

First of all, they collected witness information near the murder scene, and they were a pair of afro brothers.

"Suspicious man?"

"Yes. After the power outage, I saw a long-haired man with a cane running towards the suite floor."

The time was right after Yang fell into the water.

After that, Qinghai Chuantang and Conan met Yasuyo Yamarao, who was the editor in charge of the newspaper on the ship.

It is a booklet that is issued every day and collects information on the ship that day, and it is available in every room.

When she was doing an interview for the newspaper in the ship, she once met Yang Moumou once.

"It felt like he was smiling, so I asked him why, and he said he met a very interesting guy."

As for who it was referring to, Yasudao Yamara did not continue to ask.

"Hey, may I ask, why did Mr. Yang take this ship alone? Wouldn't it be strange for a person to take such a big passenger ship?"

Qinghai Chuantang: Thank you, I was offended.

Yasudao Yamara thought about it for a while.

"He seems to say that he has made an appointment to play cards with the soy sauce maker's son, Mr. Hanmura Kaiten."

Then, they met Bancun Haitian at the casino.

"That person and I are gambling friends. We had made an appointment this time to play cards one-on-one, but something like that happened."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, silently recording in his notebook.

"By the way, did Yang Moumou have any grudges with anyone?"

"Speaking of enemies, there are too many. It is said that he obtained a huge amount of property by relying on a fraudulent merger and acquisition."

The Lee Consortium in Hong Kong, which dominates the world in the shipping industry, was forced to go bankrupt, and it is said that it was Yang who did it.

After the search results were integrated, there were only a few useful ones left.

Without enough evidence, it is impossible to point to the murderer, and naturally it is impossible to complete the puzzle.

Qinghai Chuantang, who had been running around for three consecutive days, felt physically and mentally exhausted.Taking advantage of the night and the full moon, I came to the deck to blow the sea breeze, trying to wake up.

"What a beautiful jasmine, the fragrance is beautiful and full of branches, it is fragrant and white, and everyone praises it."

The words are correct and the accent is round, and the singing is as tender as water.

This was the first time she heard someone singing music from her homeland.

"What is this song?"

The singing stopped abruptly.

An Xia turned to look at the person who came, and said with a smile, "Miss Tang."

"This song was sung to me by my father when I was a child."

"Mr. Hongming?"

Qinghai Chuantang froze for a moment.

"For as long as I can remember, I've been on a boat, alone. When I'm alone, he'll sing to me."

"That's it"

"Although sometimes, you will become friends with guests of similar age. But when you arrive at the port, you must say goodbye, say Bon voyage, and send them away with a smile."

Bon voyage means safe journey in French.

Therefore, this kind of farewell has become An Xia's habit.

(End of this chapter)