People are in Conan, but Ace Attorney

Chapter 327 Adjournment Teruo Takezawa
—————May 23, 3:20 p.m.——————

—————Tokyo City, Magic Show Venue B——————

The detective wearing sunglasses and headphones frowned.

She looked at the abandoned magic performance venue in front of her with some hesitation.

For a moment, people questioned whether there might be other clues and evidence.

After all, even the owner of the magic venue has run away.

I'm afraid there's nothing useful left in here?

Koshimizu Nanatsuki's gaze swung left and right, lingering for a moment on the surrounding environment.

This is a fairly suburban location, and the magic venue is not very large.

There is a feeling that if you go bankrupt at any time, no one would know.

However, the information does state that this is a magic venue that caters to the general public.

But it was also because of this that after the genius magician died, he lost the support of the people.

Finally, we have come to this situation which is hard to look at.

"…Now that we are here, let's go in and take a look."

The expired young detective muttered and circled the door twice.

Then he simply ignored the rusted chain at the gate.

Walk in through a small gap in the collapsed wall next to it.

Tick, tick, tick.

Although Nanatsuki Koshimizu was wearing flat shoes, the environment was spacious and quiet enough.

The sound of footsteps will also be heard very, very far away.

Even a subtle echo.

However, she didn't care about that, as there was probably no one left in the abandoned magic venue.

Even if there is someone...it's a good opportunity to ask about the specific situation of the magic venue here.

Tick, tick, tick.

The interconnected rooms in the magic venue are already dilapidated.

Those not-so-expensive props were just thrown here casually.

For example, playing cards, wooden sticks, wooden handles of throwing knives, etc.

That’s right, no one knew who had taken away the wooden handle of the throwing knife, or even the blade.

There is a sense of powerlessness of [I picked up the chaos].

Nanatsuki Koshimizu had no hope or illusion of finding any useful clues here.

At this moment, I couldn't help but sigh, and felt that it was probably sent here.

These flying knives were usually taken away by nearby residents or homeless people, as they had iron blades.

Then, the magic props that the deceased used to perform the escaping trick before his death must also be gone.

Maybe it was chopped down and used as firewood... It's not impossible.

"What a waste of time, let's go back, there's no need to stay here any longer."

The expired girl detective said to herself.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the empty wall.

(Someone...lives here? A homeless person?)
(Well, you should ask the locals who live here to find out the answer to this kind of thing.)
Koshimizu Nanatsuki nodded secretly and slowly walked towards the wall.

When the person over there showed up for the second time, he was immediately captured by Koshimizu Nanatsuki on the spot.

However, the person here is not a homeless person, but a child.

A little boy who looks only thirteen or fourteen years old.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—————Let go, it hurts!”

Listening to the child's voice, a hint of doubt flashed in Koshimizu Nanatsuki's eyes.

What are children doing here in such a deserted place?
Adventure? Hide and seek? Or some other game?
Before the female detective could speak, the boy who was caught on the spot shouted loudly.

"You, you suddenly broke into our secret base and beat people up, what are you doing?"

"Let me go now, or I'll call our boss over and you'll be in trouble!"

This is hilarious just by hearing it.

Although Nanatsuki Koshimizu looked weak standing next to the supernatural life form, Mitsuru Mugen.

But in fact, her physical fitness is outstanding for most normal humans.

An opponent of this level is just a drop in the bucket.

However, she didn't come here to fight.

Swish. Nanatsuki let go of her hand, and the little boy immediately started to scream and run away.

But the more skilled female detective still easily grabbed the clothes on the back of his neck.

"Don't leave yet. You are familiar with this place, right? I want to ask you something."

"This is an abandoned magic venue. There was a magic accident here before."

"A talented magician named Teruo Takezawa died in a magic accident."

"Do you know this magician named Teruo Takezawa?"

The little boy, who was about to run away, heard the name.

He was stunned for a moment, and turned his head suspiciously to look at Koshimizu Nanatsuki.

After a while, he spoke.

"I know. My father is a friend of Takezawa Teruo."

"But why are you asking this? There's nothing here anymore."

Nothing...? Nothing, so why are you here?

Koshimizu Nanatsuki touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"It seems that there are still some magic tools left here that have not been taken away."

"Otherwise you wouldn't come here to play... Where is it?"

Hearing this, the little boy ran away immediately.

Not in a hurry to chase, the young detective walked forward slowly.

She listened to the echoes of this silent place and soon found a relatively intact room.

No, it can't be called a room. It would be more appropriate to call it a storage room.

Various magic tools are piled up here.

Perhaps a considerable portion of them were collected by the children here.

I saw the little boy just now running to a boy who was obviously older and saying something.

The young man immediately looked at Nanatsuki Koshimizu in surprise.

He jumped off the chair next to him and landed on the ground.

Then, he said seriously.

"Hello, my name is Takezawa Haruhiko, and I'm the younger brother of the magician Takezawa Teruo from eight years ago."

"Excuse me, are you looking for something here? Perhaps I can help you."

"Takezawa Haruhiko...shouldn't you be at school at this time?"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki raised her eyebrows, somewhat puzzled.

Haruhiko Takezawa is now seventeen years old and a second-year high school student.

This was mentioned in the information collected by Kensuke Kumemon.

I just didn't expect to meet him here.

"…That kind of thing doesn't matter. You can learn it if you study it."

The young boy Takezawa Haruhiko shook his head, seemingly unwilling to say more.

He was holding a deck of cards in his hand and looked quite comfortable with it.

However, because of the death of Takezawa Teruo, the Takezawa family has distanced themselves from magic.

It seems like he sneaked out to practice magic?
Not intending to dwell on these things, Nanatsuki Koshimizu snapped his fingers.

"Takezawa Teruo's death may not be an accident, but man-made."

"In order to verify this conjecture, I need to take a look at the magic props used in the performance."

"I guess that kind of thing is not so easy to take away or destroy."

"Excuse me, is [it] still here now?"

Are they the magic props used in the performances back then?

Haruhiko Takezawa turned his head and looked at the magic tool covered by the gray cloth.

"It's still there. Someone else wanted to take it away, but I stopped them."

"If you think you can really find out the truth about my brother's death...then take it."

"There's no point in keeping you here."

The boy said with some nostalgia.

Perhaps, at the death magic show eight years ago, Haruhiko Takezawa, who was only nine years old, was also present.

Otherwise he wouldn't be here guarding these magic props.

(End of this chapter)