I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

To put it simply, it is similar to the mobile phone scanning and positioning function used in many tasks in GTA5.

Especially in terms of height difference, it is really impossible to show it.

That is to say, if Uncle Maori arrived at the sommelier's apartment first and went upstairs, they would not be able to find him even if they arrived later and saw that the coordinates on the glasses coincided with the target point.

After all, I don’t know exactly which floor it is on.

Seeing the green light at the intersection ahead turn yellow, Serabelle lightly stepped on the brakes to slow down, and finally stopped steadily in front of the stop line the moment the yellow light turned red.

He glanced at Conan, who was frowning and gritting his teeth in anxiety in the passenger seat because the car had stopped moving, and started to change the subject.

"Did you come up with anything about what I told you earlier in the cafe?"

Conan was slightly startled: "Huh? Oh... Are you talking about why Murakami's father-in-law knew that Aunt Yingli likes Jikoba chocolate? To be honest, I haven't figured it out yet. If I insist on saying it, it may be through Some investigation.”

"Then Zemu is fair." Serabelle said calmly.

"……what?"

The topic was so jumpy that Conan was stunned again.

"That's the sommelier. Didn't you say that he invited you to the Western meal before?"

The red light turned green, and Serabelle shifted gears and lightly stepped on the accelerator to start. A slight push on the back was immediately transmitted to the two people in the car.

"And you also said that at the dinner table, Xiaolan mentioned that your aunt liked Chicoba chocolate, so theoretically the wine taster also heard about it, right?"

"Ah?" Conan was completely stunned. "No, no, no... What are you talking about? Although Mr. Sawaki invited us that time, he was busy preparing red wine as a wine taster. He probably wouldn't pay much attention to a casual chat at the dinner table. Besides, Mr. Sawaki has no grudge against the uncle. There's no reason for him to do such a thing."

"I'm not talking to you about the motive for committing a crime. You should know that there are people in this world who are called psychopaths. Analyzing by the motive for committing a crime is not entirely reliable."

Seeing that the road ahead was becoming clearer, Serabelle slightly increased her speed.

"At present, although all the evidence shows that the murderer is probably the Murakami Jō you mentioned, the biggest doubt still exists. How could Murakami Jō, a murderer who has been in prison for more than ten years, know about my aunt's preference for chocolate within a week of being released from prison? This is really unreasonable, so I can only use this point to analyze who might be the murderer."

"Well, if you insist, it can be considered so." Conan thought seriously, "But I still don't understand. Even if Mr. Zemu is included in the suspect list, he has no reason to attack the uncle."

"It's okay. I can't figure it out either." Serabell comforted calmly.

Conan "..."

What kind of comfort is this?

Serabelle looked ahead and spoke again: "Also, compared to this, have you figured out how Dr. Agasa is connected to the Jack of Spades?"

"Oh, this."

When asked this question, Conan's brows relaxed slightly.

"I have thought about this question. Although the answer may be a little unreliable, this is the only explanation I can think of at the moment, because Dr. Agasa's real name is actually Dr. Agasa, and the number "doctor" can be split into ten and one, which becomes eleven, corresponding to the J in playing cards."

"……walk slowly."

This is not completely forced.

Serabelle thought.

……

Ten minutes later, in a high-end apartment complex in Beika-cho, a police car with flashing lights stopped in front of the door of one of the apartment buildings.

The car door opened and three people got out of the car one after another. They were Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mori, and Inspector Shiratori, whose identity had been impersonated by a certain thief lady in the Egg of Memories incident.

"Brother Maori, are you sure this is the right place?"

Looking up at the number plate above the corridor entrance, Inspector Megure asked loudly.

As if urged, Kogoro Mouri ran up the steps in front of the security door in two steps, and stood in front of the doorbell control panel, bending down.

"Hai, this is the right place. I remember Mr. Zemu told me that he lived in..."

As he spoke, he moved his fingertips carefully, as if he was afraid of accidentally pressing the wrong button on someone else's house, and slowly moved it to the button next to the house number he wanted to call.

Just before Kogoro Mori pressed the button, he heard the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road at high speed, accompanied by the sound of an engine coming from far away.

Eh?

The three people squatting at the door turned their heads almost at the same time, and what caught their eyes was a black Audi that drifted into a turn and stopped behind the police car.

Maori Kogoro subconsciously complained: "This car looks familiar to me..."

The next second the Audi turned off, the door opened, and two figures, one large and one small, got out of the car.

Serabelle did not forget to press the lock button on the car key and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's better to arrive in time than to arrive early. It looks like I made it just in time."

The person who got out from the passenger seat on the other side was naturally Conan.

Kogoro Mori paused for a moment and then suddenly raised his voice.

"Kora! How come you two followed us? And Conan, where did you go when you were in the hospital just now?"

"Ahaha, because Sera-nii said he wanted to come along too." Conan vaguely brushed aside his own responsibility.

God? I said we should come together. If we come here, then we will know about it later...

Serabelle glanced at him thoughtfully, then turned to Maori Kogoro.

"As for my words, I was entrusted by someone."

Entrusted by someone...

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri's cheek twitched slightly.

He was just unreliable, not stupid, so he quickly thought of who the potential person could be.

After all, Xiaolan's temper was not so good that she could not complain at all when her mother was poisoned and sent to the hospital, a time when she, as a daughter, should have taken care of her personally, but she had to entrust the case to others because her father was drunk.

Should I call it guilt or regret... maybe a little bit of both.

But in the end, it was all because of his face, and it turned into a cold snort that pretended to be tough.

"Since you're here, let's go together. Remember to be polite when you get to someone's house and don't touch anything!"

"Hi~"

The only response he got was Conan's babyish reply.

Chapter 242 I'll give him a knife

So, with the stable use of Kogoro Mouri's face ability fruit, a group of five people including Conan and Serabel quickly entered the apartment and went upstairs.

It can be said that only a famous sommelier can afford such a high-end apartment. Although the location of Zemu Gonghe's house is not as good as the new one bought by Serabelle, it is not inferior in size and room type.

Since the other party lived alone, he didn't need so many bedrooms, so after breaking down the wall between the living room and the second bedroom, the whole house seemed unusually spacious. Against the wall were lined up wine cabinets filled to the brim with bottles set to different temperatures.

As for Sawaki Kouhei, he is a man around forty years old.

Serabelle's first impression of him was that he was a middle-aged man who spoke in a rather literary manner. It was obvious that he was a man who paid great attention to his self-cultivation. Even though he was over forty, his body shape was not out of control. Especially on his days off, he would comb his hair neatly into a 3:7 split and wear a rather bourgeois home suit.

The main theme is "upper class".

That voice sounds so much like Frieza from Dragon Ball.

The view changes again, and in the living room of the apartment, five people sit steadily on the sofa.

Inspector Megure, who came as a representative of the police, quickly repeated his purpose in the most concise terms.

As one of the intended victims, Sawaki Kohei was not panicked by this. Instead, he immediately and calmly understood the situation he was facing.

"I see. That means that the man named Murakami Jō is most likely targeting Mr. Mori's network of connections and the people he killed all have playing card numbers in their names. Then, you all must have come to me together with Mr. Mori because..."

"Yes, it's also because of this matter."

Inspector Megure looked stern and spoke in a serious tone.

"After all, Mr. Zemu, the first half of the word 'fair' in your name can be divided into eight parts."

"Huh? Oh, that's true..."

Zemu Gongping gestured with his fingers to indicate his own name in the air, and after thinking for less than half a second, he hissed softly.

"So if we have already reached J, who will be the next ten and nine?"

"This one……"

Inspector Megure was suddenly embarrassed as if the question had touched a sore spot.

He looked at Kogoro Mori, and then silently told him the truth.

"To be honest, we haven't come to a conclusion on this issue yet, because there is really no one that Brother Maori knows who has nine and ten in his name."

"Eh? No?"

"No, I really don't."

After repeating the seemingly meaningless conversation, Inspector Megure seemed to suddenly remember something and also hissed.

"By the way, Mr. Sawaki, do you know anyone with the number nine in their name?"

This is a question that sounds a bit outrageous at first but is actually reliable. Although in theory the criminal should have killed people around Kogoro Mori, there are not so many people with numbers in their names. And from the fact that he attacked Professor Agasa, it can be seen that the criminal is basically making up these numbers.

In this case, it is not entirely impossible that the criminal killed people who had only an indirect relationship with Kogoro Mori in order to make up the numbers.

Especially for the veteran detective Inspector Megure, it doesn't matter whether he does this by chance or not, or even if it is a tiny pattern, as long as he can save one more potential victim, it is good.

"A name with the number nine in it..."

After being mentioned by the Megure Police Department, Zekihei held his chin and began to think.

Just then, Serabelle interrupted his thoughts.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Does Mr. Zemu have any plans for business trips or outings recently?"

"Out... Oh, there really is one."

This time, Zemu Gongping gave the answer without much thought.

"Next weekend, Mr. Asahi Shengyi invited me to visit his recently completed Ocean Crystal Museum. He said he wanted us to take a look before it opened."

Inspector Megure was stunned: "Asahi Katsuyoshi is..."

"Oh, I know that guy!"

Before Sawaki could make a fair introduction, Kogoro Mori jumped out on his own initiative.

"Asahi Katsuyoshi is a fairly well-known industrialist in Tokyo. He has opened more than a dozen restaurants in Beikacho alone."

Ocean Crystal Pavilion.

Serabelle silently memorized the place name and prepared to check it later.

Inspector Megure standing aside was obviously not paying attention here. He looked quite concerned when he heard the name Asahi Katsuyoshi.

"Wait a minute, which Asahi in Asahi Shengyi is this?"

“I remember it was the Xu in the rising sun.”

Zemu Gongping blurted out subconsciously, and then was stunned.

"Wait, if it's that Xu..."

"There is a word nine in it!"

Inspector Megure was shocked and took the initiative to speak.

As a result, Kogoro Mouri stood up from the sofa and leaned forward slightly to speak.

"If you want to go then, please let me go with you."

Sawaki Kouhei was briefly suppressed by the aura emanating from this famous detective, and couldn't help but lean back tactically on the sofa.

"Well, I think that's fine."

"Then this matter is settled."

As the follow-up was finalized, Kogoro Mori's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and the topic of conversation between the two sides shifted from the serial murders to red wine.

Serabelle had little interest in any kind of alcohol, so she barely listened to a word.

Fortunately, this kind of conversation did not last too long. After all, Kogoro Mouri was just a criminal policeman, and he did not have much knowledge about red wine, so he took the initiative to leave after chatting for a while.

On the way back, Serabel was supposed to go home directly, while Megure and Shiratori drove the police car with Mouri Kogoro and Conan back to the hospital to pick up Xiaolan, and then returned to the detective agency after picking up Xiaolan.

But because Conan insisted on riding in Serabelle's car, the latter had to stop by Beika Hospital on the way back.