I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

But since people asked, Serabelle simply answered truthfully.

"It's probably around nine in the morning."

"Still here?"

Ooka Hongye glanced at the three big characters "Sannoji" on the plaque above the temple entrance.

Serabelle nodded firmly.

“Still here.”

"Really……"

Ooka Hongye clenched her fist and placed it over her chest as if to remember this matter firmly. She paused for a moment before smiling again.

"I see. See you tomorrow. I'll be going back today."

"Okay," said Serabelle.

"See you later." Hattori Heiji waved his hand.

"See you tomorrow, Sister Ooka~"

Conan is used to pretending to be young.

After saying hello, Ooka Momiji opened the car door and got in. With the low roar of the engine, the luxury sedan with the Ooka family crest printed on it slowly drove forward until it turned the corner at the end of the street and disappeared.

Only then did Serabelle look away.

Just as he turned around and was about to step into the temple, Hattori Heiji beside him suddenly grabbed his right arm and pointed at the cloth strip used to bandage the wound in Serabelle's hand with a wink.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should have been torn from Ms. Ooka's sleeve, right?"

"yes……"

The obvious result was that Serabelle wondered why this guy looked so excited.

"What do you mean by 'yes'? You really have no emotional intelligence at all..." Hattori Heiji looked disappointed, "These are the sleeves of a yukata. To put it more generally, they are the girl's underwear. To put it more precisely, the girl is giving you her underwear directly."

"what?"

Serabelle asked the question directly.

Although he didn't quite understand what Hattori Heiji was talking about, his intuition told him that this guy was definitely taking a strange detour.

"I just tore off a piece of cloth as an emergency measure... Besides, I have to pay for it, it's not just a favor."

"Compensation? Can you afford it?" Hattori Heiji glanced at him.

Serabelle was stunned by his words: "Is this kind of traditional Japanese clothing expensive?"

"It's not too expensive if it's a normal one." Hattori Heiji pinched his chin, his dark face full of joking, "But since it's worn by Miss Ooka, it must be at least 500,000 yen, maybe even more than a million."

"Oh!"

I have to admit that Serabelle couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard that it would cost 500,000 yen.

You should know that this price is almost more than the monthly income of a senior worker.

But he is not short of money. Not to mention half a million, he can also afford to pay out millions or even two or three million.

Sprinkle some water~

"Rather than that, let's go see Uncle Maori first..."

Before Serabel could finish his words, the cell phone in his inner pocket began to vibrate.

I took out my cell phone and saw that it was Sera Masumi calling.

connected.

"what happened?"

"Hey, brother, are you guys almost done with your business? I'm in Pontocho with Ran, Kazuha and the others now. If you're done with your work, come over directly."

The voice of the girl with tiger teeth came from the phone, and in the background one could vaguely hear the shouting of Kogoro Mori and Monk Ryuen, as well as Xiaolan's suppressed anger and heavy reminder to her father to pay attention to his image.

"Are you in the pub now?" Serabel guessed the situation.

"Yeah, uh...to be honest we didn't originally plan to come."

It seemed that the voice of the unicorn girl blaming her father was heard again. Sera Masumi's voice paused for a moment, and when it sounded again, there was a hint of embarrassment.

She was careful to lower her voice slightly.

"In fact, it was only when we returned to Sannoji Temple after shopping that we learned from Master Yuanhai that Uncle Maori was taken to a pub by Monk Longyuan and his friends, and then he was dragged by Lan-san all the way to Pontocho."

"understood."

Serabelle stopped this abstract topic in time.

"By the way, Zhenchun, have you guys had dinner?"

"Well, the three of us have already eaten...what's wrong?" Sera Masumi answered without thinking.

"It's okay. I'll come over after dinner with Hattori Conan and the others."

Serabelle added.

"You know, I don't really like noisy places like izakayas. It's better to be quiet at least when eating."

"Ah~ That's right."

Masumi Sera readily agreed.

"Then come over after dinner."

"Ah."

After ending the call, Serabell turned to Conan and Hattori Heiji and shrugged.

"Okay, now let's find a place to have dinner anyway."

Time jumped and it was seven o'clock in the evening.

When Serabelle and the other two finished their dinner and arrived at the Pontocho izakaya they had booked, they saw that a cordon had been set up in front of the entrance to the izakaya, which was supposed to be bustling.

And then came the bad news.

Sakura Masazo, one of the three donors of Sannoji Temple and the owner of an antique shop, was murdered.

Chapter 420: Well, someone finally died

It is said that it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

The body was discovered less than five minutes before Serabelle and the other two arrived, so by the time they arrived, the local police in Kyoto had not yet arrived.

Even the isolation tape at the door was pulled up with the help of former detective Kogoro Mouri.

In the corridor outside the private room on the second floor of the izakaya, Serabelle found Masumi Sera and Kazuha Toyama.

Xiaolan did not come out with them.

Although the izakaya has been closed tonight due to the murder of Sakura Masao, Kogoro Mori had drunk too much before and there was no way he would sober up in a short while.

Looking inside through the gap outside the box door, you can see Xiaolan holding her father's back with one hand and feeding him sobering soup.

In an emergency, he still needs his daughter to take care of him wholeheartedly. This person is really... forget it.

"So what happened?"

Serabelle shook his head in his heart and looked away. He didn't want to diss Kogoro Mori any more, so he just asked directly.

"Yes……"

"Let me tell you."

Yuanshan and Ye wanted to speak, but Sera Masumi took the lead.

"It was a little after five when we found this place. Uncle Maori and his friends had already started drinking. It was normal for them to drink until half past six. Then, around half past six, Mr. Sakura Masazo was probably a little tired, so he said he wanted to take a rest. He asked the mama-san at the izakaya to wake him up at seven, and then he went to sleep in his room on the first floor. But when we went to call him at seven, we found that he was gone, so we started looking for him everywhere."

"The man was finally found in the utility room in the basement, but by then Mr. Sakura Masazo had already been killed by someone slitting his throat..."

Masumi Sera's description is quite concise and to the point, and he explains clearly what happened at certain points and what happened in between.

"Although almost everyone left the table, except for Uncle Maori who drank too much and needed someone to support him, the rest were still sober. Monk Ryuen, Mr. Mizuo, and Mr. Nishijo Taiga all went to the bathroom on their own."

"I see."

Serabelle thought for a moment and turned towards the stairs leading to the first floor.

"Forget it, let's go to the crime scene first."

So the three of them walked down from the second floor, crossed the corridor on the first floor and came to the basement which served as a storage room.

The lights in the basement were on, and Conan and Hattori Heiji had already gone in.

After all, this is just an izakaya run by a self-employed business owner. It is not very large, so the basement is also small, at best the size of a study room, with more than a dozen boxes neatly stacked against the wall.

And Sakura Masao's body was located right in the middle of the basement.

He was still dressed as he had been during the day, like a profiteer. The buttons on the chest of his oversized suit had all been roughly torn off, and his lapels were spread out in a mess. His face, which was filled with flesh, looked ashen and pale due to excessive blood loss, and his eyes, which were wide open and lifeless, still contained the fear and disbelief before death.

"It's such an ugly death."

Like the two men before her, Serabelle walked over to the corpse and squatted down to observe.

"The murderer's method was quite brutal." Hattori Heiji pointed at the side of the corpse's neck without even looking up. "This was the only wound on Mr. Sakura Shozo's body. It was also the fatal wound. His carotid artery was cut by a knife, causing him to bleed to death."

"I see it."

Serabelle nodded slightly.

He himself was born into a family of knife cutters, so he knew very well the angle of cutting the neck, the force, the amount of bleeding, the time required for death, and the changes in data caused by the difference in body size, almost to the point of knowing it like the back of his hand.

For someone like Sakura Masazou, who obviously has three heights, a single blow like that would be enough to kill him on the spot.

“But this is what’s weird.”

Hattori Heiji moved his fingertips from the neck of the corpse to the chest.

It was an opened wallet, and inside it could be seen a whole stack of ten thousand yuan bills, roughly about forty or fifty of them.

"It can be seen that the murderer was in a hurry when he killed someone, otherwise he would not have violently ripped off all the buttons. And from the dropped wallet, it is obvious that the purpose of ripping off the buttons was to take something away."

"Generally speaking, the most valuable things people put in their wallets are bank cards and passbooks, followed by cash."

"But after searching the wallet, not only were the bank cards and passbooks still there, but even the cash, which is the easiest target for robbery, was not taken away. This is very strange."

"What exactly did the murderer want?"

There is insufficient evidence to know.

Serabelle thought for a moment, then reached into the inner pocket of the corpse's shirt with her fingers like a sword. After groping for a few seconds, she picked out a bunch of keys with her fingertips, which made a clang.

Naturally, doing it directly without wearing gloves is totally inconsistent with criminal investigation codes. However, based on his experience of nearly a year in Japan, he concluded that this is simply not the norm in Japan.

That's all bullshit about not destroying the crime scene. Just do it.

Anyway, he didn't bring gloves with him when he went traveling this time.

"What are you doing with the key?" Hattori Heiji was stunned.

"I plan to try my luck."

Serabelle explained casually.

"Doesn't Mr. Sakura Masazo have a shop in Kyoto? If nothing unexpected happens, that should be his residence. Secondly, he died here without any signs of a struggle, so it can be understood that he was called here by someone. At least it is unlikely that he was dragged out of the room directly from the bed."

"So I think if we're lucky enough, we might be able to find some relevant clues in his shop, such as a diary or something, which might record who he's going to meet today and so on."

Huh? That seems to make sense, right?

After the words were spoken, Conan and Hattori Heiji looked at each other, and a light bulb slowly lit up in their foreheads.

Although we don't know who the criminal is, and it is not clear whether he rushed to Sakura Masazao's antique shop to destroy the evidence immediately after the murder, the most urgent thing is to go to the other party's shop to take a look first.

But considering that the police will be here soon, if they come, you won’t be able to leave for three or four hours.

So, run away before the police come!

……