I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle spread her hands. "I think this was done to create a serial murder case. After all, in a serial murder case, as long as one of the cases has an alibi, the suspicion can be completely cleared... Secondly, I think Hara Jiaming was one of his original targets, but he didn't expect that he was already dead when he arrived, so he simply played along and arranged the scene to be what Conan and the others saw when they went there."

Maori Kogoro hesitated for a moment: "But... why did he kill Hara Yoshiaki?"

"I don't know about that." Serabelle shrugged. "To be honest, I still haven't figured out the meaning of the small wine glass. But the real owner is here now, so why not just ask directly?"

This makes sense.

In an instant, all eyes behind the stage were focused on the old man who was unable to get up from his seat.

However, Ruyue Fengshui lowered his head and chuckled twice, which was a bit creepy.

He didn't mean to do anything shocking. He just leaned slightly, stretched out his arm, picked up the small wine glass that had been accidentally kicked away by Kazama Hidehiko and rolled to the side, and closed it upside down on the ground.

"Can you tell what this looks like?"

Uh--

Serabelle was not the type who was good at guessing riddles. He stared at the small white wine glass upside down on the ground. After pondering for a moment, a small light bulb suddenly lit up in his head.

"Shaomai?"

“…It’s Mount Fuji.”

Ru Yue Feng Shui corrected coldly.

what?

Serabelle opened her mouth slightly, and used a surprised expression to show that she didn't see it at all.

Not to mention that your cup is white and Mount Fuji only has seasonal snow, not year-round snow, the circle at the bottom of the bowl alone is completely unrestored!

Oh, it’s more like Mount Fuji erupting.

But the first two times the wine glass was broken into two pieces, which means that Mount Fuji is about to erupt and split apart... Then Japan is almost sunk, right?

So this old man is looking forward to the demise of Japan?

Since you never expected the explosive eruption of Mount Fuji in your lifetime, why don't you just transform yourself into the will of Mount Fuji and start killing the people around you?

What anti-Japanese hero of the Yamato nation...

Ruyue Fengshui naturally had no idea that this guy had such a rich inner imagination, so he continued.

"I have spent my entire life painting Mount Fuji on paper. Over the past few decades, I have climbed different mountains every day to observe and paint from different angles. But as I get older, climbing mountains becomes more and more difficult, so I bought a piece of mountain that I thought had the best angle and built a house on it..."

As he spoke, he forced himself to get up from the ground, took out a bottle of ink from his kimono, unscrewed the cap, walked to the corner behind the stage, found a mop and poured all the ink on it.

The mop was quickly dyed completely black. Ru Yuefengshui carried it with great effort and came to the painting that he had worked so hard on, and took a deep breath.

"But you did this!"

He screamed miserably, raised the mop high in his hand, and swung it with all his might towards the central axis of Mount Fuji in the painting.

In an instant, an extremely thick and wide ink mark appeared on the painting. The abrupt darkness and inexplicable position destroyed all the original beauty of the painting in an instant.

And that ink mark looks very much like the side of this twin-tower skyscraper.

Things have come to this point, even a fool would understand the source of this old man's anger.

Serabelle stroked her chin and uttered a long "oh" before waving to Tokiwa Mio.

"Okay, now let's invite the opposing debater to speak~"

Chapter 171 I'm Afraid of Being Knifeed

Not only Serabelle, but everyone else was also waiting for Tokiwa Mio's explanation.

After all, to be honest, although Kisaragi Minemizu's motive for murder is still reasonable, the actions of Tokiwa Mio, which led to the former's motive for murder, are confusing.

Just imagine, the president of the Tokiwa Group, a major taxpayer in Nishitama City, and also a former apprentice of Kisaragi Minemizu in Chinese painting, should be aware of what kind of strong character his teacher, the old man of the Showa era, has.

What's more, anyone who can sit on the position of president of a consortium is a shrewd and versatile person.

Even if they want to build a new group headquarters, there are other places to build it in the huge Nishitama City. As a second choice, it is not impossible to pay for my teacher to move to another residence.

In the end, not only was the headquarters building erected between Mount Fuji and the teacher's residence, blocking it perfectly, but there was no explanation at all.

What's the purpose? It can't be just to disgust people, right?

I still say that, as the president of a conglomerate, why do you have to torture an old man who doesn't have many years left to live?

It doesn't make sense.

"... So this is why you hate me, teacher..."

After listening quietly to Kisaragi Minemizu's harsh accusation, Tokiwa Mio closed her eyes.

She was wearing high heels tonight, and as she was tall among Asian women, she was a head and a half taller than the former.

So theoretically speaking, if the two look at each other, Ru Yue Feng Shui can only look up without a doubt.

However, this upward gaze turned into a downward gaze in the next second.

Tokiwa Mio bent down deeply and bowed to Kisaragi Minemizu at an angle of more than 90 degrees.

She remained bent over, and the sound of her lips and teeth hitting the floor and coming back up.

"Indeed, this is my problem. I should have told you about this earlier."

"What do you want to say now..."

Ruyue Fengshui turned his face away, obviously not wanting to hear anything more from her.

At this time, Hidehiko Kazama, the designer of the twin-tower skyscraper, spoke.

"In fact, due to the land area problem at the beginning of the design of this building, the first design I proposed was to have the taller Building A face Mount Fuji. As for Building B, which is used as a hotel, it actually cannot see Mount Fuji. However, President Tokiwa insisted that Building B face Mount Fuji. We negotiated for a long time on the land issue and finally spent a lot of money to reach an agreement."

"…Also, in Building B, there is a special guest room that is exclusively for you, Mr. Kisaragi. The area, structure, layout, and even the altitude are exactly the same as the house you are living in now."

Varied……

Hearing this, Ruyue Fengshui could no longer remain calm. His eyes widened and his mouth opened subconsciously on his old face.

Hidehiko Kazama glanced at Tokiwa Mio, who remained bowing and silent.

"As for the reason why President Tokiwa did this, I think it was for you, Mr. Kisaragi. After all, you can paint here with peace of mind. Secondly, you yourself said that as you get older, it becomes very troublesome to go up and down the mountain. If there is an emergency, it will not be solved in the first time. In comparison, if you live here, the medical conditions and convenience will be much better."

"But……"

Ruyue Fengshui still found it a little unconvincing.

Just...if that's really the case, then why has he never been told even after several years since the building was built?

"As for why I told you, I think it's probably because President Tokiwa is too busy."

The person who said this was Secretary Sawaguchi, who was previously in charge of operating the control console behind the scenes. As Tokiwa Mio's personal secretary, she knew the latter's work situation over the past few years very well.

"In fact, for the past four or five years since the building project was launched, President Tokiwa has been unable to sleep until after 2 a.m. almost every day, and he has basically no personal time. The only time he had any personal time was last week, and it was also here. President Tokiwa originally planned to tell you about this matter after sending Councillor Oki away, but..."

Secretary Sawaguchi did not continue speaking, but almost everyone present knew what exactly happened.

It turns out...that's it...

Ruyue Fengshui was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

In fact, there was a period of time when he felt the same as Serabelle and others a few minutes ago. He could not understand why the disciple who once respected him so much would do such a thing.

No reason, no idea.

Trying to understand but not being able to.

I want to forgive but I can't.

So eventually, over time, it gradually fermented into the deepest hatred...or rather, wrong hatred.

Because of this misguided hatred, he committed murders one after another, only to find out in the end that it was all a misunderstanding.

Maybe this is the legendary impermanence of life.

Every time I see news like this online, I just think it’s a made-up joke, but when it really happens to me, there are only two words left in my mind.

——Fuck.

Seeing that no one was talking, Inspector Megure raised his hand, clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed lightly. He was about to speak, but saw that Serabelle seemed to have thought of something at the last minute. She lifted the curtain and went out without saying a word. She came back about two or three minutes later.

When I came back, I had a mobile phone in my hand.

Of course, it's his own.

"What? So you were going to get your cell phone, brother Sera." Inspector Megure complained casually.

"Yeah, because it was taken away when I participated in the event before, and now I remembered it, I quickly took it back."

Serabelle lowered her head as she spoke, her fingers tapping on the screen like dense raindrops.

After editing the text message, click send along with the picture.

After doing all this, Serabelle breathed a sigh of relief and generously showed the chat records she had sent to everyone.

"In order to avoid any accidents, I just sent a message to my family about the sports car I won during the event."

As he said this, he glanced at an old man intentionally or unintentionally.

Uh……

This was like bringing up something that was not related to the topic. This simple sentence and a small action offended two people at once.

Kogoro Mouri was almost angry to death by this guy, and his mentality, which had been repaired with great difficulty, exploded again. However, he still leaned forward to take a suspicious look, and then asked a soul-searching question.

"Why are you still sending hair to Yukiko-san?"

This is a very good question, but unfortunately Conan is not here at the moment.

Serabelle took back her phone and spread her hands.

"I just said this... I'm afraid of being stabbed."

Huh? Why was he stabbed?

Kogoro Mori looked confused and said he didn't understand at all.

At this time, Hidehiko Kazama, who had helped to call the police with his mobile phone more than half an hour ago, went out from behind the scenes to answer a call. When he came back, his face was pale.

"Something happened! There's a fire in the server room! All the firefighting equipment is out of service!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights behind the stage suddenly went out, and at the same time a low cry of surprise was heard from the banquet hall outside the curtain.

In the darkness, Serabelle calmly looked up at the sky.

"Well, now even the power room has been blown up."

Chapter 172 The Emergence of Dependence

The facts before their eyes soon proved that what Serabelle said was true.

Without electricity, the stage motor stopped, the operating console completely failed, and the curtain could not be opened.

The curtain was manually opened, and the banquet hall outside was also pitch black. Only the hazy moonlight mixed with starlight shone in from outside, and the outlines of the guests' heads moved under the stage.

It seems like he still doesn't know what happened.

This is a very serious situation. Generally speaking, such large buildings are usually equipped with complete smoke and temperature sensing fire protection systems.

After all, the larger the building, the more materials there are inside, some of which are extremely flammable and even combustible. If the fire cannot be extinguished in time, the fire may spread to an uncontrollable level in just one minute.

At this time, the fire protection system inside the building will play a vital role.

But now the fire protection system inside this building which is more than 300 meters high has failed.

It goes without saying that in the following period of time, the uncontrollable fire will climb upward layer by layer until everything that can be burned is burned.

"Must evacuate immediately!"

Inspector Megure made a prompt decision and gave the order.

Serabelle looked towards Hidehiko Kazama.

"Mr. Kazama is the designer of this building, so he should know the best escape route in this situation, right?"

"Hmm, let me think about it."