Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 193 The Man Behind the Sentence (Cause and Effect)

"Is it ok? Let's start with half a year ago. The date when Rino Kyoto visited the branch is April 4th."

I opened the April journal on the table, and on page No. 19, I found Shinji Muroyama's name.

"Location?"

"In Okayama."

The first word at the beginning of the sentence happens to be "gang".

May is the 27th, the place is Kobe, and there happens to be a word "God" in the sentence; June is the 12th, the place is Imabari, and the sentence also happens to have the word "jin".

"But why does it take so much effort instead of making phone calls or writing letters?" Ji Zi was a little puzzled.

"Indeed." Yonezuhisa also had the same confusion: "Even if Mr. Muroyama secretly communicated with Kyoto Rino, it would be too unavoidable to use this method? There are more than 1000 copies of this journal printed every month."

"Officer Yonezu, the poison that killed Mr. Smuta was a stimulant, right?"

"Yes." Although he was a little confused about Qinghai Chuantang's intentions, Mizujiu nodded.

This question, Conan seemed to be awakened, and instantly understood the intention of the other party.

The number of pages of the journal and the haiku of Shinji Muroyama are mixed with characters suggesting place names, which are codes for the date and location of the doping trade.

People who read the journal and are planning to buy and sell stimulants.

On that day, they will gather at the designated place and conduct doping transactions.

Yonezujiu suddenly realized, and immediately said: "I'll go to Jingto Rino's house to investigate."

the next day.

They made an appointment to meet on a bridge.

"Mr. Muroyama."

Ji Zi took a step forward and said, "Mr. Muroyama has taken care of us in every aspect, and I am sincerely grateful for that. However, although I don't know what my grandfather told you, I have no plans to marry you, sorry."

"Where. I, who can't write haiku well, saved the financial crisis of Aoyama Club. It was my original intention to become an officer and increase the number of members. It can also be said that I played the role of money."

After chuckling lightly, he continued, "I'm ashamed to say it. But Miss Ji Zi, I'm sincere to you."

"It's true that there is a big age gap between us, but for me, this is my first marriage. I think I have the true feelings and financial resources that can bring you happiness."

"Samuda-san is very guilty about the financial aid, so he couldn't refuse me directly. Although I was also shocked by your rejection, I have been used to being dumped since I was a child."

After finishing speaking, Muroyama Shinji smiled slightly.

But I always feel that his smile is mixed with a little bitterness, and there are more complicated emotions in it.

After all, a person who has been dumped since childhood should have honed a very strong mind until now.

Although I am very embarrassed, I have to say that I should be used to it.

"Miss Jizi, please be happy."

After hearing this, Ji Zi narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling a little unbearable.

"Is that all you want to talk about?"

"No." Qinghai Chuantang said straightforwardly: "Mr. Muroyama really doesn't know the proprietress of Newcastle, Jing Teng Rino?"

"Yes, I don't know him at all." Shinji Muroyama made it clear.

"But in her car, I found the Qingshan Society's journal."

"Oh? Is that so?" His tone was very calm.

Indeed, they have already reached this age, and naturally they have experienced a lot.

What's more, he is still an old fox who has been struggling for so many years.

"On the fifth page of No. 20 of this month's magazine, Mr. Muroyama's haiku is published. And in this haiku, Imabari's Ima is included."

With that said, Qinghai Chuantang took out the journal from his pocket.

"What is Imabari today?"

"On the 25th page with the same number as the 25th page, Rino Kyoto said she was going to inspect the branch in Imabari. She set off from her home in Hiroshima and was killed that night."

In the No. 20 six pages of the Aoyama Society Magazine last month, a haiku by Muroyama Shinji was also published.

On the 26th of the same day as that number, Rino Kyoto inspected the branch in Okayama.

In Shinji Muroyama's haiku published on page 20 of No. [-], the character for Okayama is included in it.

"That is to say, the page number of Mr. Muroyama's work published in the journal, and a kanji in the haiku, for Kyoto Rino and others, are the date of meeting and the secret code of the meeting place."

And that gathering is a secret that must not be known to outsiders.

"That's enough, please stop talking." Muroyama Shinji interrupted her.

"Even so, are you going to say that you don't know her?"

After a moment of silence, Muroyama Shinji turned to look at her and said, "I don't want to forcefully refute this point. Maybe the case is only one step away from solving the case. It's just that, Ms. Qinghai Chuan, the world is far more complicated than you think. It’s impossible to solve it by root.”

"Can we find out the truth of the incident?"

He didn't give an answer, and Qinghai Chuantang didn't answer either.

It's just that after the other party finished that sentence, he turned and left.

"Of course we'll find out!"

Conan, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, finally couldn't hold back, and appeared on the bridge and said loudly, "Your secret drug trafficking organization will definitely be exposed!"

Sin often hides in shadows, or in deeper darkness.

Just like the organization that has the color of a crow and is used to wearing black clothes.

I firmly believe that one day, it will be uprooted, so that it will cease to exist and be completely shattered.

Return the world and the blue sky, a piece of peace and harmony.

Muroyama Shinji suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned around with a look of obvious surprise on his face.

His surprise doesn't seem to be fake.

If you really have the acting skills that can be faked.

Shinji Muroyama admits that he is not good at haiku; he said he relied on money to become a cadre; he also frankly and voluntarily gave up on Himeko's affairs; he said that he was always dumped since he was a child.

Such a Muroyama Shinji is indeed a humble man who can be called.

At first, Ji Zi felt that everything was just acting.But then I gradually began to feel that maybe that was the real Mr. Muroyama.

"For a person who humbly admits his weaknesses like him, what weakness did grandfather catch in him?"

Ji Zi was very puzzled, still troubled by that sneer, and couldn't figure it out.

Muroyama-san's weakness.
As far as the club is concerned, he has done a good job, and there are many people who admire him.It's just that in Aoyama Club, he is not very good at haiku, and he became a cadre by relying on the power of money.

Conan stroked his chin and thought about it, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Could it be a ghostwriter?"

"Ghostwriting? Did someone ghostwrite it to Mr. Muroyama?"

"That's right." Conan nodded, then looked at Qinghai Chuantang, asking what he thought.

She affirmed: "Kid Conan is right, there is indeed such a possibility."

If this is the case, then the ghostwriter is the person who wrote the words that hinted at the location in the sentence.

Oops!

Conan groaned inwardly.

Shinji Muroyama knew who the ghostwriters were, but he didn't tell them. Instead, he said that the world should not be handled in a single-minded manner.

He will most likely question the man.

This is dangerous.

The criminal, but the person who committed the two murders.

"Hello, this is Muroyama Ship. I'm very sorry, the president has gone out just now." The conversation changed, and the woman said again: "Please wait a moment, he has returned now."

Looking at Shinji Muroyama who came in, the woman said to him, "President, it's a call from Ms. Qing Haichuan."

"Miss Qinghai Chuan?"

"Yes."

"Hang up."

"Eh?"

"Okay, hang up for me."

With that said, Muroyama Shinji grabbed the receiver from the other party, put it back in the distance, and hung up the call from Qinghai Chuantang.

"Can I be alone for a while?"

"Yes."

"Sister Xiaotang, what's the matter?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head and said, "Mr. Shishan hung up the phone directly."

"Could it be that Mr. Muroyama intends to deal with it alone?"

Conan, who realized that the situation had become wrong, no longer cared about thinking and hesitating too much, and said to Qinghai Chuantang: "Sister Xiaotang, let's go!"

On the way to the Muroyama ship, a white car just passed them.

The person sitting in the car seemed to be Shinji Muroyama.

Qinghai Chuantang immediately drifted and flicked his tail, and then followed closely.

Finally, Shinji Muroyama's car stopped near a wooden bridge.

He got out of the car and walked to a standing stone tablet with a bouquet of flowers beside it.

Squat down, put your hands together, close your eyes and mourn for him.

"Is this where Kyodo Rino's car was found?"

Muroyama Shinji opened his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the visitor.

"It looks like your haiku was written by someone, right?"

He was silent.

Crossing the wooden bridge, they came to the vicinity of the abandoned shrine in the forest.

"Miss Himeko, I'm sorry. Please despise me."

After all, paper cannot contain fire.

"In Mr. Muroyama's haiku, the use of codes and the editing of the journal are all done by that person, right?"

"Yes."

Shinji Muroyama nodded and said: "On the surface, I am the editor-in-chief, but in fact I follow his instructions. After all, I can't write haiku at all."

Sure enough.

He turned around and asked, "Is it true that that person was related to anesthetics?"

"Yes."

"Is that the person who killed grandfather and Kyodo Rino?"

"Yes."

"Who is that ghostwriter?" Ji Zi looked at Qinghai Chuantang, anxious to get an answer.

After hesitating for a moment, Qinghai Chuantang said: "Mr. Miyagi."

"Mr. Miyaki?" After hearing this name, Ji Zi was startled at first, but then couldn't believe it.

Or rather, unwilling to believe it.

"Am I right, Miyagi-san?"

The door not far ahead was opened, and Miyagi Toshiyuki came out from it.

"Ms. Qinghai Chuan. I am willing to admit that Mr. Muroyama is the ghostwriter. But killing Kyodo Rino is simply impossible!"

"Impossible?" Qinghai Chuantang smiled and looked at him with interest: "Why?"

"Because the time when Kyoto Rino was killed, it should be around nine o'clock in the evening?"

Miyazaki Minzhi walked and said, "Who was I with at that time, and where was he? Mr. Muroyama, just tell Ms. Qinghaichuan."

"yes."

Shinji Muroyama seemed to think of something, and said: "That night, in order to prepare for the next day's Uchikoza meeting, I, Mr. Smuta, Mr. Miyagi, and a few other members held a meeting at the winery of Ryuoso in Uchiko Town, behind. banquet."

"Mr. Muroyama and several other members should be able to prove to me that I was there at the time."

A confident smile appeared on Miyagi Toshiyuki's face.

(End of this chapter)