Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 17 The murderer was killed by the murderer

midnight.

A dark figure slowly slipped out of the cabin, looked at the quiet and deserted corridor, carefully entered the corner bathroom, and searched in the dark for the kitchen knife, the murder weapon that he had temporarily wrapped and hidden.

As if thinking of something happy, the black shadow showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

It went so well.

As long as we get rid of the murder weapon...

"clatter!"

The sound of footsteps unexpectedly rang out in the silent corridor, startling the already nervous black shadow.

After a while, no further movement was heard, and the black shadow peeked through the gap and observed the outside with one eye.

The light from the corridor lights illuminated the note on the ground.

[I saw everything. The murder weapon is in my hand now. If you don't want it to be exposed, go to the lower deck at the stern when no one is around].

The shadowy figure picked up the note in panic, looked around, and searched the bathroom again with heavy breathing, but he didn't find the murder weapon.
His first reaction was "It's over", then he fiercely clutched the note, lowered his head and walked out of the bathroom, wondering who the other person was.

"That external housekeeper?" The black shadow's eyes were fierce.

The pretty boy temporary butler knew too much and must be trying to threaten him.

……

Suite area.

Gao Mo took Xia Jiang and Xiao Lan back to the crime scene.

After using the killer move to seek justice for Xiao Wu, the two women's sleepiness was temporarily eliminated. As for Conan... Conan was not sleepy at all.

"Don't you want to call Mr. Mao Li over?" Xia Jiang asked doubtfully.

How can we investigate such a matter without the help of a famous detective?

"No, judging from the scene, the murderer wasn't very well prepared. The presence of the famous detective's daughter is enough."

Gao Mo's words of praise made Xiaolan blush and she felt like she was injected with chicken blood.

However, when it comes to how to conduct the investigation, I am at a loss as to how to proceed.

She didn't even know how her father usually investigated cases, but in the most recent case, he suddenly "fell asleep" and solved the case.

When Shinichi was still around, he had told her a lot of cases, but she was just angry at that time...

And that guy Shinichi always solves cases casually.

"How, how do I check?"

"Brother Kido, will there be bread in the dishes at today's wedding banquet?" Conan squatted at the scene early to observe, and finally found some bread crumbs in the bloodstains on the inside of the threshold.

"I don't know. I didn't attend the wedding banquet," Gao Mo said with his hands behind his back. "But even if there was bread, it has nothing to do with Mr. Hao Zang. He hates Western food the most, especially bread. The kind that makes him want to vomit when he sees it."

Conan drooped his eyelids in confusion: "How do you know so much?"

"Maybe it's a talent?" Gao Mo directly threw the old butler's memo to Conan, "The situation of the Yamoto family is all here, go and see for yourself."

Conan: "..."

It turns out this is also considered a talent.

"And the most important murder weapon," Conan thought as he flipped through the book, "Did Master Xianger use his own knives when he was the chef?"

"should be."

Gao Mo leaned down.

"How is it? Can you find out who the murderer is? Actually, I have some doubts about that painter Ichiro, but I'm not sure."

"Huh?" Conan woke up again and looked back, "Ha, ahahaha, Brother Kido is so awesome, just as awesome as uncle!"

"Okay, Conan, children shouldn't cause trouble," Xiaolan picked up Conan and turned her expectant eyes to Gao Mo, "What do you think, Mr. Shiroto?"

"Ahem," Gao Mo reminded at the right time, "No matter who the murderer is, I think Miss Xia Jiang, as the only heir to the estate, is in great danger now. We'd better not separate before arriving in Tokyo, especially you, Xiaolan, follow Miss Xia Jiang closely."

"I see!"

Xiaolan regained her sense of mission and no longer worried about how to investigate the murder case.

"I will never let anything happen to Miss Xia Jiang!"

"Excuse me," Xia Jiang asked hesitantly, biting his lower lip. "Can I...can I go see Xiao Wu? Maybe I should hear what Xiao Wu has to say about what's going on."

"Of course you can, but you can't let him out." Gao Mo nodded.

This time the mission information did not specifically identify the murderer. Although Xiao Wu's associated mission information was [I am not the murderer], it did not mean that he would not actually do something.

And it may not actually be consistent with the original plot.

Who knows, maybe Xiao Wu is secretly directing and manipulating everything?
Not being the murderer doesn’t mean he’s not the mastermind.

……

"Damn it, what's the point of marrying you if I can't get the money?!"

"You are only doing this for Grandpa's property..."

"Who else would marry a spendthrift slut like you?! I saw you seducing that pretty boy!"

"Isn't it because you're so useless? You have no talent but you pretend to be a musician. At least get some work!" "Shut up, bitch!"

Room.

The quarrel between Qiu Jiang and his wife could be heard from afar.

The issue of the will caused a conflict between the couple, who were already in conflict.

Gao Mo and his companions were about to avoid him, but they happened to meet Qiu Jiang who slammed the door and walked out angrily.

"boom!"

"What are you looking at?"

Akiyo Tsunamoto glared fiercely and had no good look on his face towards his sister Xia Jiang.

"If I were you, I would have left the Yamoto family on my own initiative. I killed Grandpa, and how could I have the nerve to inherit the inheritance?!"

"elder sister……"

"Don't call me sister!"

Gao Mo felt the note Qiu Jiang had stuffed into his pocket, and his expression was slightly embarrassed.

As an outsider, the most frightening thing is to be involved in such family affairs.

"I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself," Xia Jiang said, trying not to cry. "We used to have a very good relationship, but I don't know when it became like this... Now, even if I say I have no plans to inherit Grandpa's estate, I think they'll find it hard to believe me, right?"

Indeed, the more complicated a person's mind is, the more difficult it is for him to trust others.

Who could easily give up such a huge fortune of the Yasumoto family?

"Let's go to the warehouse first." Gao Mo took the initiative to walk to the front.

He doesn't need to solve the case, nor does he need to get involved in the family affairs of the Yao family. He just needs to protect Xia Jiang honestly.

Fulfilling the old man's last wish would make his position as steward worthy.

I just don’t know if I can still get the remaining 20 yuan payment.

……

early morning.

Kogoro Mouri was the only one sleeping in the restaurant. In his drowsiness, he seemed to see a figure swaying on the deck outside.

"Ok?"

A dark shadow hid in the corner, slowly sneaking forward with a look of astonishment and ferocity.

On the stern deck, Akiie Tsunamoto, who had just had a fight with her husband Ryunan, was in a very bad mood. She leaned forward against the railing and lit a cigarette in the evening breeze.

"I shouldn't have married Long Nan in the first place."

After taking a long puff of smoke, Qiu Jiang couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth and thinking of Gao Mo.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps behind her caught her attention.

"It's you, you're so slow..."

"puff!"

The black shadow suddenly pulled out a kitchen knife from behind and stabbed it fiercely in Qiu Jiang's horrified eyes.

The cigarette fell, and before Qiu Jiang could even scream, he fell backwards to the ground in severe pain.

"Where is the thing?"

"boom!!"

Another dark shadow appeared behind, and the muffled sound of a heavy object hitting something could be heard.

Under the moonlight, Ichiro Yasumoto looked back in a daze and shock, but as soon as he saw the face of the person who came, he was ruthlessly pushed over the deck railing.

After his body hit the hull, he was completely unable to grab anything and fell into the sea in despair before losing consciousness. He made no big splash and disappeared completely into the water.

Only a bloodstain remained on the edge of the stern, and a dark shadow seemed to be floating in the moonlight.

Painter Ichiro Yasumoto has died.

"help me!"

Akie Usumoto was in so much pain that he could hardly speak. The kitchen knife was still half-stuck in his chest and had not been completely pulled out. The blood stained his deep V red, and his whole body was curled up like a lobster.

"save……"

The black shadow looked down with a sneer, ignoring Akie Tsunamoto's pleas, and threw the murder weapon, the baseball bat, into the sea before quickly turning around and running away.

"Who is it?" Kogoro Mouri, drunk, staggered out of the restaurant, his blurred vision reflecting the scene at the stern.

The moist sea breeze mixed with the pungent smell of rust entered his nostrils, making the uncle shiver instantly.

After sobering up, all I could see was Akiie Usumoto's eyes wide open like a ghost.

As if asking him for help.

“Something big has happened!!”

(End of this chapter)