I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"...Ah~ Actually, it's just dried sea bream."

Ikebo Shizuka paused, looked up and explained with a smile.

Ok?

There is a new question mark over Serabelle's head.

To be honest, there is only a small piece of fish fillet on the plate. Although we can infer that it is fish meat from the small amount of fish skin, to know specifically what kind of fish it is, we can only judge it by the color and texture of the fish meat. This is impossible to do without more than ten years of experience in cooking fish.

But if he remembered correctly, it seemed that this beautiful woman said in the cafe a few hours ago that she was not good at cooking.

However, it looks like the rice in the bowl is basically clumped together, and it makes a popping sound when you tap it with chopsticks, which means it has been here for a long time, most likely since early morning.

He didn't even eat much of this breakfast, and didn't even open the morning newspaper next to it.

In other words, Mr. Shibata had only taken two bites of breakfast before he hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks because of something, and there has been no news since then.

I always feel like something is about to happen...

"Shibata! Shibata!? Hey! Shibata, are you okay?!!"

At this moment, the shouting voice of Yoshikawa Takezo, who had said a few seconds ago that he wanted to go to the bedroom, suddenly came from the corridor outside the restaurant, and the direction was exactly the direction of the bedroom.

Hiss, Masaka...

Serabelle scratched her hair and suddenly had the urge to pull Ikenami Shizuka and turn around and leave.

But he didn't do it in the end, and went to the bedroom with Ikenami Shizuka and Shibata Kyoko.

When they entered the bedroom, they saw Yoshikawa Takezo squatting beside the corpse of a middle-aged man with blood all over his head and the blood had already dried up. He was shaking the man's shoulders with both hands and shouting his name loudly.

"husband!?"

As soon as Kyoko Shibata saw the male corpse on the ground, she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes rolled up and she almost fainted.

Without even putting on gloves, Serabelle just walked over and looked down at the shape of the pupil.

"Call the police, he's dead."

……

Naturally, it is impossible for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to be in charge of the Saitama Prefecture case.

However, soon after receiving the call, the local police station in Saitama immediately sent someone to investigate the case.

The person who came was actually an old acquaintance, with a familiar coral head and an exaggerated tone that seemed very serious but was actually completely out of tune.

Yokomizo Sango was the one who encountered the perverted killer who specialized in killing brown-haired girls when Serabelle and Mrs. Suzuki were traveling to Izu.

"Officer Yokomizo?" Serabel was very surprised.

But what was even more surprising was Yokogo Sango. He pointed at Serabelle and said to her for a long time: "I remember you...you were in Izu with Ms. Mori and Conan. Why are you here?"

"I'm counting on you, my client~" Serabelle gestured to the silent beautiful woman beside her, "As you can see, Officer Yokomizo, I came here to look for Mr. Shibata, but I didn't expect that I found him, but he's already dead."

"I see……"

Yokomizo Sango said this in a serious tone with his chin in his hand and then there was no further words.

Serabelle, who had solved many cases and gained experience since coming to Japan, coughed lightly.

"Anyway, let's search them first. A body search can solve 80% of the problems."

Chapter 308 Blood-stained Wedding Ring

"Search, search? Search whose body?"

As expected, Yokomizo Sango was evaluated by Conan as a player roughly equal to Mouri Kogoro. Even when the case procedure book was slapped directly on his face, he still looked dazed.

Serabel was speechless for a moment.

"...Anyway, it's not like they're searching you."

"what?"

Yokomizo Sango was stunned. He looked at Shibata Kyoko, who was kneeling beside her late husband with her head lowered like a widow, and then looked at Yoshikawa Takezo, who was standing aside with a look of helplessness on his face, not knowing whether to stand or walk, and then turned back to Serabel.

"But they don't look like the murderer."

"?"

You investigate cases to determine whether the murderer is based on the other person's appearance? How the hell did you graduate from the police academy?

Just when Serabelle was about to call the police again to request a replacement, Yokomizo Sango's eyes accidentally fell on the dead man's hand.

It's strange to say, although Shibata Shiro's head was covered in blood, there was no bloodstains on the floor around him that were splashing in all directions. Combined with the fact that he was lying face down on the ground and there were small pieces of bloodstains on the ground around him, it looked more like he had struggled to crawl here after being attacked, and his bloodstained right hand was clenched tightly, as if he was holding something.

"this is……"

Yokogo Sango noticed something strange about the fist, leaned over to take a look, then reached out and pulled out a folded piece of thick paper from it.

After straightening it out, it turned out to be an old photo.

The photo shows a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a kendo outfit and holding a runner-up medal in her arms. Although there are tears in the corners of her eyes, she still bravely smiles towards the camera lens.

Because of the angle, Serabel could also see it. He just took a glance and snatched the photo from Yokomizo's hand, leaving behind a sentence.

“This photo was inserted later.”

"Eh? Wait a minute..."

When the evidence was taken away, Yokomizo's first reaction was to stop it, but he stopped after hearing the following words.

"It was stuffed in from the back? Why?"

"It's very simple. Didn't you notice that there was blood all over the deceased's hand from the base of his palm? There is no blood at all in this photo, which means that the blood was dried before it was stuffed into his hand."

Serabelle explained it clearly in a few words and handed the photo to the beautiful woman behind her.

"Ms. Ikebo, take a look and see if this is the photo you are looking for."

"Well, it is indeed this one..."

Ikenami Shizuka recognized at a glance that the person in the photo was herself thirty years ago, and it was also clearly written on the ranking list in the background of the photo.

[Champion——Michiko Tsubaki]

[Second place——Ikeba Shizuka]

The name matches, the appearance matches, it is indeed him.

"Bridge bean sack?"

Henggou Chanwu frowned and began to think.

"You just said that the photo was stuffed in by someone else after the blood had dried, which means that the deceased might have been holding something in his hand, and that thing could very well reveal the identity of the murderer."

Well, I can actually think of this. It seems that I am not too hopeless.

Serabelle thought.

However, Yokomizo's remarks the next second made him retract his opinion.

"So what is the evidence that the murderer wants to cover up even if he wants to frame someone?"

"..."

I take it back, this is hopeless.

Serabel thought to himself that he always felt that it was a bit too much for Inspector Megure to rely on private detectives like him to solve every case, but now it seems that it is not so bad.

At least if it were a police officer from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, when encountering a situation like this, regardless of other things, the first thing they would do is follow the procedures.

Photographing the scene, collecting evidence... after going through the entire process, reporting everything we found and any place that gave people a strange feeling.

At least it helps with the progress of the case.

As a result, when it came to Saitama Police Station, BYD not only came alone, but also did nothing. He just stood there thinking, and solving the case depended entirely on his imagination.

"So go and search me." Serabell held her forehead speechlessly, feeling that her patience was almost exhausted.

"Uh, okay."

Finally realizing that he really didn't want to keep it like this, Yokogome Chanwu nodded and coughed lightly in a pretentious manner.

"I'm sorry. Although I personally don't think you two are the murderer, please cooperate with the necessary procedures. I will conduct a body search next..."

"You two? Are you saying that I am also a murderer?"

Before Yokomizo could finish her words, Kyoko Shibata, who was kneeling beside her husband's body, suddenly raised her head with tears in her eyes and spoke loudly.

"This is my husband! Can you tell me why I want to kill my own husband?"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Henggou suddenly became timid in front of the woman's loud voice, and put his hands in front of him to comfort her carefully.

"This is just a necessary procedure, and it will also help you two clear yourselves of suspicion."

"Suspect? How can I be suspected? Why are you talking about suspicion to me?" Shibata Kyoko became even angrier. "I made an appointment with my friends to play golf today. I left at five in the morning and haven't come back until now. Moreover, they saw me when I came back. We entered the door together. How could I have the time to kill my husband?"

"So that's not what I meant..."

"Then what do you mean?! You want to search me because you think I'm a suspect, right? Then I'm telling you that I'm not a suspect! Do you understand?! There has to be a limit to how incompetent a police officer can be!"

It seemed as if Kyoko Shibata turned her grief and anger into fighting power, and she launched a barrage of insults at Yokomizo, cursing the latter to the point of being dreadful.

At this moment, a light remark from Serabel instantly silenced her deadly rhythm.

"So, can we start the body search?"

"You...you didn't understand what I just said. I said I'm not a suspect at all!"

Kyoko Shibata tried to use the same tactics against Serabelle that she had used against Yokomizo.

But Serabelle didn't buy it at all.

"Don't talk too much, just search him and you'll know."

After seeing this, Yokomizo Sango knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, so he acted like a police officer: "Sorry, this is a necessary procedure."

"Tsk... Never mind. It's up to you guys."

Kyoko Shibata glared at the two of them fiercely, then raised her hands and put them behind her head.

"Search it. I'm wearing sportswear anyway, and there aren't many pockets on me."

"excuse me."

After saying hello, Yokomizo began to search.

But she is a lesbian after all, and there are differences between men and women. Even the police cannot touch her everywhere, so they basically just search every pocket and that's it.

When he touched the pocket of his sweatpants, Yokomizo let out a soft "eh".

He felt a ring inside that felt like metal.

Kyoko Shibata seemed unable to tolerate the behavior of outsiders putting their hands in their pockets for a long time, and she twisted her body unconsciously to avoid it.

"That's my wedding ring. I told you I was going to play golf today, and it would be too much trouble to wear the wedding ring on my hand, so I took it off and put it in my pocket. I don't think I need to check it carefully."

"Oh, sorry..."

Yokogawa apologized and moved to the other pocket for inspection.

But Serabelle stopped him in time.

"Really? But I remember you were wearing a wedding ring, Ms. Shibata?"

“I…how could I…”

Kyoko Shibata's hands, hidden behind her head and in her hair, moved.

Serabelle raised her chin directly towards Yokomizo.

"Bring out that wedding ring."

"Oh……"

Yokomizo gave up thinking and acted completely according to Seravel's instructions.