Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"I came to watch the game, and suddenly I remembered you said that Mao Li is a strong candidate for the championship."

"That's right, my Xiaolan is about to shine in the arena!" Yuanzi grabbed Winnet's wrist, "Ms. Winnet, come here, I'll introduce you to Xiaolan's parents."

Miss Winnet felt troubled, but she still put on a business smile. On the surface, she couldn't lose her manners.

Since she is so close to the daughter of the Suzuki family, this Mao Lilan is probably also a child of a powerful family.

However, the stand that Sonoko led her to had a wide view. While walking, she had already spotted Shi Bensheng. Shi Bensheng probably thought that he couldn't see her, so he just kept his eyes on her.

The only downside to the location is that it's a bit noisy.

Winnet was pulled by Yuanzi to a seat at the edge of the aisle, next to a middle-aged man with a mustache and a capable middle-aged woman.

If she guessed correctly, these two should be Mao Lilan's parents.

What surprised Winnet was that there was an empty seat between the two men.

Is there a conflict?

Ah, more trouble.

Sonoko pulled her in front of the two of them and introduced them, "Uncle, aunt, this is my friend Winette Moriarty, she is also here to watch Xiaolan's game."

"Hahaha, hello! I'm Kogoro Mouri, a private detective. Miss, if you need anything, you can come to me anytime!" Kogoro Mouri tilted his head to look cool.

Winnet: “…”

Before she could reply, the capable and pretty woman who was three seats away from her stood up, held out her business card to her, and looked very nervous.

"My name is Eri Kisaki, and I'm a lawyer. If you're being harassed by some weird old man, or if you have any emotional or financial disputes, you can come to me."

Winnet: “…”

"What do you mean, woman?" Kogoro Mouri crossed his shoulders, looking unhappy.

Kisaki Eri was merciless: "Because I saw someone harassing a high school girl."

High school student?

How rude!

Miss Winnett is twenty years old now, a working pastor, and has a theology degree from Princeton.

Come to think of it, my identity is a bit contradictory.

A British country girl, heiress to a French financial group, and graduate of an American university.

九５０⒈８０㈨０㈨

Seeing the state of the two people, Sonoko's mouth twitched. She leaned over to whisper in Winnet's ear:

"Ms. Winnet, they are separating... Even though they are like this, they still have a pretty good relationship, right?"

Winnet nodded, indeed.

If the relationship really broke down, it was just that they had no way of talking to each other and each found a lover to live with. In her opinion, this was more common.

Yuanzi helped Winnet sit down, and then came to the two people who were arguing:

"Uncle and aunt, you are here to cheer Xiaolan up today, right? If Xiaolan sees you guys arguing, she will definitely be depressed..."

Sonoko said as she pulled Kisaki Eri to sit next to Mori:

"I'll just sit with Miss Winnett. If the two of you sit together and cheer for Xiaolan, she will definitely go 'Hoo-ha-yo' and knock her opponent to the ground in just a few moves!"

Seeing the emotionally intelligent Sonoko throwing punches and acting as a peacemaker, Winnet couldn't help but sigh:

What a considerate, gentle and lovely child!

She doesn't have the airs of a rich lady at all.

Not long after sitting down, Sonoko began to cheer for Mao Lilan, and from time to time she remembered to explain the situation on the scene to Winette.

This made Winnett feel embarrassed. She watched the group matches in the center of the venue. Each game lasted about three minutes. Mao Lilan's game was particularly fast. She could score effectively in just two or three moves, which was almost a dimensionality reduction attack.

And the girl she saw at the robbery scene last time -

You finally used karate!

Because there were so many strange phenomena, Miss Winnet always felt she had to talk about them.

In comparison, Shi Bensheng’s performance was somewhat ordinary, he played steadily and conserved his energy.

The competition quickly entered the next stage. The main time-consuming processes in the venue were the players' rest time and the pause at noon.

Winette stayed until about three o'clock in the afternoon.

The banquet started at 4:30, so she explained the situation to Sonoko and left early, but by this time, they had already entered the quarterfinals.

When Shi Bensheng saw Winnet leave the table, his heart skipped a beat.

Was it because her performance was too bad?

She couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.

Or perhaps she thought she would stop there, as Shi Bensheng realized that there were several powerful opponents in the venue and her chances of winning were slim.

She stared at the stands with complicated eyes, and then immersed herself in the game.

The radio announced: "Next up is the women's quarterfinals. The red team is Seijun Girls' Academy, contestant Tokimoto Sei; the blue team is Teitan High School, contestant Maori Ran."

Soon, the referee announced the start of the game.

Shi Bensheng noticed early in the morning that Winnet was sitting next to the girl who was cheering for Mao Lilan. She even felt that her teacher was not there to watch her game, but to watch her opponent's game.

As a result, her mood became more gloomy and complicated, and these negative emotions turned into a desire to win. She took a deep breath and got into position.

"Come on, Xiaolan!" Sonoko's voice came from the stands.

Mao Lilan chose to attack vigorously as before.

Since there are limited striking positions and techniques that can be used in a match, punches and kicks are the main strikes in a fight.

Shi Bensheng felt that Mao Li Ran's punch was powerful, but her speed and rhythm were not as good as those of previous players. She dodged and used her fist to deflect Mao Li Ran's punch, trying to hit her upper body, but was immediately left behind.

"I'm good at kicking."

Shi Bensheng had observed her movements before and made this judgment. The moment Mao Li Ran raised her foot, she also retracted her momentum and kicked her with a swift upper spin kick, which made her body pause. Then Mao Li Ran changed her feet and hit her with a mid-section kick.

The referee announced: "Blue team, the mid-kick is valid, score!"

……

144 Where OP Begins

Winnet changed back into her priest's clothes before arriving at the banquet.

Upon arrival, she handed out the invitation.

A servant dressed in a maid's uniform led her through the neatly manicured courtyard to a round-shaped mansion that looked like a teaching building. A bright red carpet extended from the corridor to the banquet hall.

As soon as she entered the venue, Sophia, who was wearing a bright red dress, caught her first.

"You're late again."

Just late.

Miss Winnett didn't really want to come.

This Sonnoku Seba is an investor, while the Durant Group is a real industry. There is no value in doing business with him, and this person's reputation doesn't seem to be very good.

How could Sophia not know Winnet's little trick? She said bluntly: "It's just a greeting. The people present are the target. Even the general manager of Mitsubishi Bank and others are present. It's just to smooth the relationship."

Winnet really wanted to complain, wondering why she had to be used to smooth over relationships.

Does this mean that the Durant Group will fully comply with your plan, Miss Sophia?

Miss Winnett gives people the feeling of being sidelined and used as a mascot. Although the more she appears, the more she becomes a so-called "public figure", it is still a good disguise.

Just as she was about to enjoy a big meal at the banquet, a gunshot and a scream of extreme pain were heard from a room not far from the banquet hall.

The guest who was originally dining in the living room broke out of the door and went to the room where the shouting came from.

Sophia put down her glass:

"What happened?"

"It sounds like gunshots. Maybe some unlucky guy was shot."

While the crowd was leaving, Miss Winnet quickly served herself a large piece of beef and started to eat it without caring about her image.

Sophia squeezed her temples hard and said tiredly:

"Pastor, you should pay attention to your image."

"It doesn't matter. These dead guys won't patronize my business anyway. It's not popular here for priests to help with burials."

Sophia: “…”

"Mr. Yamazaki, the general manager of Mitsubishi Bank, has been murdered!"

"Who did it?"

"The room was locked. When I pushed the door open, I saw Mr. Yamazaki lying on the ground. The window was wide open. The murderer must have come in through the window!"

"It seems that the person you wanted to get to know is dead?"

Winnet said with her mouth full and her head tilted.

Sophia: “…”

Miss Winnett served herself some more pasta, preparing to fill her stomach before the police arrived, thus saving another dinner.

Although Sophia wanted to blame Winnett from a moral perspective, she thought about how Winnett treated the deceased very calmly on the cruise ship, and since the other party was her immediate superior, she gave up the idea.

I have to say that the Japanese police responded very quickly.

Miss Winnett had just finished half of her plate when a pot-bellied police officer rushed in from outside the door.

Wearing an orange jacket, baggy brown pants and a British round hat on his head, he looked like a fictional sheriff in a detective novel.

After arriving, he asked everyone to stay in the reception room, and then went to the scene with the forensic members to investigate and collect evidence.

Since she was detained, Miss Winnet had no choice but to continue eating.

She remained calm on the surface, but in her heart she had already started thinking:

This time, which detective came specifically to solve the case?

Although she was just watching the fun and making comments, she did not completely fail to think about it.

During the banquet, at least twenty people left. The place was crowded, and there was no good way to confirm who had left. In addition, a murder had occurred, and everyone present was in a panic, making it difficult for them to cooperate with the investigation.

What is known is that the door is locked from the inside.

On her way to the banquet hall, she saw the door of the house. Only the bottom was not tightly connected, leaving a small gap, but the lock was a very classic one, which required pushing and pulling, lifting the lock buckle, and then fastening a new lock.

The level of complexity makes it difficult to accomplish with a makeshift gadget.

Judging from the fact that the victim was alone in the house, it is more likely that he locked the door himself. The murderer may have informed him in advance that there was something secret to discuss and asked him to lock the door and wait in the bedroom.

As for escaping through the window, she couldn't judge without seeing the situation with her own eyes.

However, the gunshots occurred upstairs, on the third floor. Since it is a single-family villa, the floors are much higher than ordinary houses. To escape safely from such a high place, one must either be well prepared or be agile.

As Miss Winnet expected, after the investigation, the police were immediately at a loss as to what to do.

There were so many people at the scene that it was very difficult to specifically identify the murderer.

Sophia frowned.

More than an hour had passed since the police investigation began.

She responded with distrust and whispered:

"It's basically a stalemate. They're even making phone calls."

"Because they want to call a detective, that's what the newspapers say."

"So they don't have a regular detective team to work with, so they have to find someone on the scene every time?"

"Maybe the police have a strong sense of self-esteem... They all come for patrol in uniform, and with so little talent, it's pretty good to be able to maintain this."

Being able to withstand the contempt of others is also a kind of dignity.

Winnett felt that there was nothing to be ashamed of. She had learned about the police forces in various countries around the world. Most of them relied on detectives to solve cases. When strange things became the norm, it was no longer strange.