I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle switched back to her usual inorganic tone: "So the best thing to do now is to do nothing. Just observe as much as possible, and then use the clues at the scene to infer the identity of this Pisco after the crime is committed."

"But if that happens, Shigehiko Tsuguchi will be killed by those guys... What do you think of human life!"

Conan couldn't bear it anymore and his words suddenly became fierce.

But Serabelle silenced him with just one sentence.

"So it doesn't matter to you if Inspector Megure dies?"

"No, I don't mean to..."

"Then don't insist on your so-called plan. If you still think that the life of a bribed congressman you don't know is more important than your old friend who you have known for many years and who trusts you almost infinitely, you can make this call. I won't stop you."

After saying those last few words, Serabelle tapped the ground with her cane and turned away.

A few minutes later, the memorial service began as scheduled.

The host in a suit walked onto the stage and began to tell interesting stories about the life of director Sakamaki Akira. After that, he started to play some short clips shot during his lifetime on a projector.

And just as the projector was broadcasting the picture and the lights were turned off, a sound like a large piece of glass breaking resounded throughout the dark banquet hall.

When the lights were turned back on, it was seen that the huge crystal chandelier that was originally located above the center of the banquet hall had been broken at the connection with the ceiling. The entire crystal chandelier fell to the ground and was completely destroyed. There was a pool of blood in the ruins of broken glass.

The person pressing down below is Tunkou Shigehiko.

he died.

Chapter 202 Unreliable Couple

Since someone died in one of the most famous hotels in Tokyo, the Metropolitan Police Department naturally responded overnight.

The one who came this time was Inspector Megure again.

To be honest, Serabelle was curious whether the Japanese police system did not treat people as human beings. They just eat and live in the office, working day and night, and only lying on the table for a while to rest when they could not bear it anymore.

Otherwise, how come the huge Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department always has the same person leading the team to handle every murder case?

Since the deceased was a congressman who had been the subject of controversy recently, Inspector Megure was rather cautious and ordered the deceased's body to be dragged away only after he had ordered the accompanying forensic officers to collect evidence in detail and fully understood the situation from the people who were around at the time of the incident.

In the banquet hall, the crashed crystal chandelier still remains in its place.

Inspector Megure stood around the crystal chandelier with his chin in his hand, examining and analyzing it.

"Hmm... I see. It fell down when the lights were turned off and a movie was playing... Judging from the crack where it connects to the ceiling, it must have fallen into disrepair..."

Indeed, judging from the crime scene, anyone would think it was an accident, and that Shigehiko Tsuguchi died purely because he was unlucky.

Although there was definitely a factor of the Beihu Hotel's management's negligence in maintaining the hotel's equipment, it happened that Shigehiko Tsuguchi was able to run under the crumbling crystal chandelier and get hit in such a dark situation.

This is simply an unexpected accident. My luck is extremely bad.

However, this is not the case for Serabell and Conan, who knew in advance that the Black Organization was going to take action.

In the center of the banquet hall, Inspector Megure had finished taking photos and collecting evidence, and had called the person in charge of the Haido Hotel for a talk.

And at the wall of the banquet hall less than twenty meters away from him, Serabelle, Yukiko and Conan were quietly hiding in this inconspicuous corner.

"This can't be an accident!"

Conan clenched his fists and pursed his lips.

Serabelle calmly ate a spoonful of the fried rice she had just taken. "I know what you said, but the question is how they did it. We don't even know how they committed the crime, let alone solve the case."

Every time this guy spoke, he exhaled the aroma of fried rice, which made Conan frown.

"How can you still eat in this situation..."

"Why can't you eat it?"

Serabelle glanced at him with a puzzled look on her face.

"I came here without having eaten dinner today. I'm very hungry. I was expecting to have dinner here."

"Me too~"

Yukiko, who was also holding a bowl of Tremella soup, took a big sip with a serious expression.

How come one or two of them are so unreliable...

Conan glanced over and sighed silently in his heart.

At this moment, Yukiko suddenly let out a soft cry.

Because of what she said just now, the Tremella soup she was drinking accidentally spilled a little from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her Bohemian dress, leaving a wet mark.

"Xin-chan, help mom get it."

Without saying anything, Yukiko stuffed the Tremella soup in her hand into Conan's hand, and took out a pink handkerchief with the words "Haido Hotel" printed on it from her small bag.

Conan glanced at it and his heart skipped a beat, then he asked tentatively.

"Mom, what is this handkerchief of yours..."

"Ok?"

Yukiko looked down at the handkerchief in her hand and then said "oh".

"You get one at the door. Every guest who comes to the memorial service today gets one. But it seems there are other colors. I've seen green, blue, purple, etc."

"I guess they are planning to hold some kind of event at that time, something related to colors."

Serabelle put down the spoon and felt in her pocket, and also took out a handkerchief, but it was blue.

"That's it..."

Conan calmed down and turned to hold the Tremella soup and fell into deep thought.

"Speaking of which, there is one thing that I am quite concerned about. Just before the crystal chandelier fell when the lights were turned off, I seemed to hear some strange noises."

"No need to seem, it is true, I heard it too."

Serabelle said incoherently while biting egg fried rice.

"If I have to say, the sound I heard was more like the sound of a .45 caliber pistol with a silencer installed. But it should be just a coincidence. After all, who are you going to shoot in such a dark environment? And even if there is a silencer, it can't completely cover up the flash of the gun. It will definitely be seen as... um!"

With a crisp sound between her teeth, Serabelle slightly widened her eyes, and the expression on her face was instantly frozen at an angle that seemed to indicate she had lost all hope in life.

Then he opened his mouth slightly, put the spoon he was using to eat fried rice in and scraped it twice, then took out a small piece of hard object that shone with a metallic color.

"……What's this?"

Conan asked curiously after giving the Tremella soup to Yukiko.

"Give."

Serabelle motioned for him to stretch out his hand, poured the metal block directly into Xiao Ke's hand, and stood up to continue eating fried rice.

"So disgusting, all saliva..."

Although Conan complained, he still held it between his fingers and observed it carefully.

"Hmm, this shape and color look a bit like something that broke off from the broken edge of a falling crystal lamp... Wait, what's that dent on it? Did you bite it?"

"probably."

"Your teeth are really good then..."

"Thank you for the compliment. Someone has said that before."

Serabelle continued to eat her fried rice with great concentration.

"When I first ate macadamia nuts, I opened them all with my teeth. When I had almost finished the whole bag, I found a small piece of iron left inside. I didn't think anything was wrong at the time and thought it was a small souvenir left by the manufacturer. Later I found out that it was used to open macadamia nuts."

You can still eat a whole bag of macadamia nuts with your teeth. Are you still a human being?

Conan was speechless and complained silently in his mind, then continued to study the small piece of metal in his hand.

There is no doubt that this thing broke off the crystal chandelier, but if the metal was torn off by its own weight, due to its toughness, the fracture would usually be sharp like plasticine being pulled apart, rather than breaking cleanly like this.

After a little thought, he covered the light from the ceiling with his hands and manually created a dark room.

In the shadow, part of the surface of the small metal block in his hand actually glowed slightly fluorescent.

This!

Wait! If that's the case...

As if realizing some possibility, Conan's pupils shrank slightly, he picked up the small metal block and ran towards a place not far away.

Three minutes later, Conan, who had gone out for a walk, returned to Serabel and Yukiko, with a purple handkerchief with burnt marks in his hand.

"What is this?" Serabelle swallowed the last bite of fried rice.

"evidence."

Conan smiled confidently.

"I have completely understood the criminal's modus operandi!"

...You know it again?

Chapter 203 Sister Bei's Divine Assist

"Well, the principle of the whole process is not that difficult to understand."

Conan showed Serabel and Yukiko a handkerchief with burnt marks that he had just picked up from somewhere in the banquet hall, and then turned his attention to the buffet food placed on each table in the banquet hall for guests to take as they pleased.

"I just carefully compared the small metal fragments you took out of the egg fried rice and found that the object was indeed broken from the fracture of the connection between the fallen crystal chandelier and the ceiling. In particular, judging from the shape of the fracture, it should have been caused by an external impact."

"So you still think it was shot down by a bullet." Serabel touched his chin.

"Yes."

Conan freed one hand and took out the metal fragment from his pocket.

"As for how they hit it... I think it's because they put fluorescent agent on the joints. I tried to cover the light with my hand and saw that there were indeed glowing parts on the fragments. If you aim at the fluorescent points in extreme darkness, it shouldn't be difficult to hit them."

"That makes sense." Serabelle looked at the purple handkerchief in his other hand, "So the thing you used to cover the fire when you fired the gun was..."

"It is this handkerchief."

Conan put the metal fragments back into his pocket, held the two corners of the handkerchief with both hands and shook it open, fully displaying the burn marks on it in front of the two of them.

"I thought about what specific props the criminal would use to cover the gun flame, because it is impossible to hold the barrel of the gun and shoot, which would burn the hand, so the only way is to cover the muzzle with something. In this way, the material of the object must be soft enough, and the object itself will be blown away after the gun is fired and difficult to recover, so another restriction must be added, that is, it cannot be something that will expose the identity of the owner."

"I think the prisoner probably didn't think much about the meaning of the color of the handkerchief. He just saw everyone picking it up at the door and thought it was just randomly distributed. He thought that even if someone found it, no one would know who lost it. Little did he know that it was this handkerchief that exposed his identity."

Conan became more and more confident as he spoke, his eyes flickering, and he had a feeling that "the rules of victory have been determined."

However, Serabelle's next words instantly extinguished his confidence.

"Well said, so who is the criminal?"

"Uh……"

It was like an old-fashioned DVD that was stuck. Conan opened his mouth but no sound came out.

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Two seconds later, he scratched his head slightly embarrassedly.

"To be honest, we don't know yet, but we have a clear range."

"You don't mean everyone in this banquet hall?"

"No, no!"

Conan was eager to prove himself and made the number seven with his hands.

"I have narrowed down the number of criminals to seven people. I just went to the door to ask the waitress and she said that only seven people received purple handkerchiefs tonight. It was a small surprise activity by the organizer. The original plan was to invite these seven people to the stage to give impromptu speeches at the end of the memorial service."

It was an impromptu speech, meaning there was no prior notice and no prepared speech.

"And these seven people are——"

Conan tried hard to recall and said the seven names one by one.

Serabel was a little surprised, because several of these seven names were mentioned by Yukiko when she introduced them to him casually before.

Just about those writers, musicians, and so on.

Conan quickly called out all the names.

"Apart from the first four, I remember the remaining ones were Sanping Yasuo, Masuyama Kenzo, and...Chris Wynyard."