Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 645 The Aggressive Xia Chuan

All three of them received an email from Itakura Taku. If Uncle Kogoro and he were able to find Itakura Taku's residence by borrowing three different Go boards from the hotel, why couldn't the others?

At that moment, the three men's faces suddenly became ferocious in Conan's eyes. A strange feeling told him that he and Uncle Kogoro were likely the murderer who had specifically summoned them.

"You don't need to pretend."

Xia Chuan suddenly turned around, his gaze cold and piercing.

The three clients originally wanted to say a few more words, but they held back their words.

Xia Chuan glanced at the luggage bag beside the bed, then continued, "I've already heard about how Mr. Mori got the hotel and room where Itakura Suguru was staying. You're both software programmers, so you're all quick-witted. You should be able to come up with the same method, right?"

"How could that be? If we committed murder, why would we go to Detective Mouri? We know his reputation in Tokyo."

The one who spoke was Naito Sadahira, who was the most agitated. If it weren't for Natsukawa's intimidating presence, he would have almost resorted to violence.

"Perhaps it's disbelief, or perhaps it's a feeling that the truth is hidden in the shadows."

Xia Chuan didn't want to waste time with these people. He didn't remember who the murderer was, but finding out was incredibly easy.

"If it's done in the same way, a call record will be left after the call. Large hotels keep records of some special and unusual calls. By investigating the hotel's call records, you can get the caller's phone number."

As he spoke, Xia Chuan's gaze swept over the three of them.

The aim is to observe which of these people will exhibit unusual expressions or actions through this message.

Naito Sadahira, who had the worst temper, had a flushed face and his eyes were filled with anger, seemingly because he was being treated as the murderer. He did not show any signs of panic or confusion.

The usually taciturn Subekro was having Itakura Taku study a Go-related software program. Subekro frowned, but judging from the direction of his gaze, he seemed to be staring intently at the Go pieces next to Itakura Taku, and didn't even notice what Natsukawa was saying.

The last one was Ryusuke Soma. The moment Natsukawa finished speaking, he clenched his fist, then let it go, and then curled his lip indifferently.

However, his expression and emotions were very subtle, and if Xia Chuan hadn't deliberately tested him and paid close attention, he would never have noticed.

That's him.

Xia Chuan's eyes lit up, and he recalled that when he blocked the three people earlier, this was the person standing at the very front, and he even tried to push him away forcefully.

This aligns with the mindset of a murderer returning to the crime scene and wanting to check the situation immediately.

"Okay, stop arguing. Let's talk about the situation when the police arrive."

Kogoro Mouri hung up the phone and said seriously, "I have just notified Inspector Megure, and he should be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Brother Xia Chuan!"

Conan tugged at Natsukawa's sleeve: "If Inspector Megure comes, the contents of that duffel bag might be taken away by the police as evidence or personal belongings for investigation. We have to find the culprit within fifteen minutes!"

Xia Chuan was taken aback, not quite understanding.

Even if the case isn't solved, is it really that hard for him to ask Inspector Megure for something?

If you can't use your National Tax Service credentials, just say that there might be evidence of tax evasion in Itakura Taku's luggage.

Even Inspector Megure couldn't say anything, right?

The two's unrestrained conversation seemed to have aroused Soma Ryusuke's displeasure.

“Itakura Taku had a history of heart disease. He recently took my case to earn money to treat his illness. I think he probably just had a sudden heart attack and died before he could take his medication.” “Now that he’s dead, I don’t know how to explain it to my clients. We can’t be the murderers. His death is of no benefit to us.”

"I need to get out of here quickly and contact the client to see if we can postpone the deadline."

Ryusuke Soma looked at the other two clients. They had been at each other's throats, but now that their interests were aligned, they felt a sense of camaraderie.

Naito Teihei: "That's right, that's right. I still have to communicate with the client tomorrow. Now that Itakura Taku is dead, if we don't communicate with the client, our company will have to pay a huge amount of liquidated damages."

This is actually why Naito Sadahira's face turned red and he was panting.

He made some huge promises to his boss and clients, and if he doesn't cut his losses now, he'll lose not only his job, but also half of his life savings.

Subekro, with his hands in his pockets, was still lost in thought when Naito Sadahira elbowed him, bringing him back to his senses and causing him to nod repeatedly.

"You'll have to wait a while before you can leave. Nothing is more serious than a murder case, and you should know that very well. I'm sure Inspector Megure will give you an explanation."

After saying that, Kogoro Mouri continued to inspect the scene.

The room looked a bit messy, and for some reason, it gave Kogoro Mouri a strange feeling, as if he had missed some information.

However, it is certain that the murderer is among the three people who commissioned the case.

Provocation, blatant provocation!
"Ah!"

Conan suddenly spoke in a childish voice, pointing at the bed and saying, "I remember the three uncles saying that Mr. Itakura Taku is very particular about his image and details, but why is the bed so messy? It doesn't look like it's been tidied up at all."

"That's right, this is where the problem lies!"

Kogoro Mouri suddenly woke up and finally remembered that the three clients had indeed mentioned that Itakura Taku seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder or something similar. What he found strange was this bedding!
“Yes, that shouldn’t be the case.” Naito Sadahira stepped forward and looked at it. “Mr. Itakura Taku is indeed very particular about details. No one can touch or move the things that are usually placed there. His house is always very clean, not to mention that he doesn’t make his bed after getting up. That is really not normal.”

"Maybe he suddenly had a heart attack in the middle of the night, and when he got up to take his medication, he knocked over the medicine bottle, which is why the blanket is like this."

Ryusuke Soma tried hard to think of a way to explain, something he hadn't noticed at first, but unexpectedly a child had discovered it.

No wonder he's a famous detective; even his youngest child has such keen observation skills.

“That’s not right.” Xia Chuan walked up to the corpse and rummaged through Itakura Taku’s collar: “No normal person would sleep in a knitted sweater, right? If he just got out of bed to take his medicine, he should be wearing pajamas.”

Xia Chuan's aggressive expression sent a chill down the spines of the three of them, and the sense of oppression grew stronger without them even realizing it.

Even the two people who were excluded by Xia Chuan couldn't help but experience some emotional fluctuations at this moment.

Seeing Natsukawa's sharp and incisive performance, Conan nodded frantically in his heart. Putting aside all the previous trivialities, this alone was enough to confirm that Itakura Taku's death had another cause.

Natsukawa-nii, go faster!

Solve the case before Inspector Megure arrives!

Although Xia Chuan's approach to solving the case was strange, his speed was undeniable. In order to get the contents of the suitcase, this was the first time he had hoped that Xia Chuan would solve the case before him.

Ideally, it should be within fifteen minutes.

However, this was just his wishful thinking.

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