I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Kogoro Mouri pinched his chin and looked up as if thinking.

After a while, assistant Kaho Tsujimoto was quickly brought to the conference room.

It was not until then that Serabelle saw the other person's face clearly. She was an unexpectedly young girl. Although she was wearing a formal work suit, her bangs on her forehead and the short ponytail at the back of her head gave her the youthfulness of a college student.

She seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock of the assassination of Mrs. Yashiro, and even when she came before the police, she still looked dazed.

Inspector Megure coughed lightly and said, "Ms. Tsujimoto, we are very sorry about the matter of Mrs. Yashiro and Chairman Yashiro. If possible, we don't want to ask you about these things at this time, but for the progress of the case, could you please reveal some information about this schedule?"

“This…is the schedule I made.”

Kaho Tsujimoto came back to her senses from her trance, glanced at the schedule in Inspector Megure's hand and muttered.

"We know you did it." Inspector Megure pointed out the key point, "Now what we want to know is, besides you, how many other people know about this schedule?"

"……not much."

Tsujimoto Kaho thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"I arranged today's schedule for the Eighth-generation president and his wife yesterday. I went to their room last night and read it to them before leaving. In theory, only the three of us know the details."

"But it is impossible for Miss Tsujimoto to have committed the crime."

Conan immediately added.

"Because Ms. Tsujimoto, as an assistant, had to make reservations before the Eighth-generation Chairman and his wife went to meet guests. She was running around the cruise ship almost all day, so it was impossible for her to have time to commit the crime..."

"Hey! You little brat, stop butting in, okay? We're not playing house now!"

As expected, as soon as Conan finished speaking, he was hit by the Lion Roar of Kogoro Mori beside him. He was so scared that he quickly made an excuse to shirk responsibility.

"Yes, it was Brother Sera who told me so."

Inspector Megure, who was sitting behind the table, also tried to smooth things over: "Well, don't be too angry, Maori brother. Even if Conan said it, it's not wrong. It's unlikely that Miss Tsujimoto would have the time to commit the crime."

"That means it's possible that this schedule was known to others in some way."

Suzuki Tomoko, who had extensive experience in business warfare, immediately understood the ins and outs.

For example, a bug.

At this moment, Serabelle suddenly remembered another thing.

"By the way, has the missing Eighth Generation Guild Master been found?"

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure looked down at his cell phone, his expression suddenly became serious and he quickly stood up and looked up.

"I just received news that they seem to have found the iron fan that the eighth president carried with him in the lifeboat cabin on the bottom floor. There was also a record of the safety door of the lifeboat cabin being opened and closed this morning, so there is a high probability..."

There's a high probability that Old Deng is in great danger, right?

Serabelle completed the last half of the sentence in her mind and turned to look at Reiko Akiba.

"Then I'll go over with Inspector Megure and the others to check the details. Reiko, do you want to go back to your room first?"

"Do not."

Reiko Akita folded her arms over her chest and refused.

"I'll go with you."

"Eh?"

"This way you can see me directly without having to worry about whether the door is locked or not. I can also feel more at ease when I'm watching you. At least it's better than waiting in the room."

"……All right."

Chapter 503: Expose Your Strength

After a while, under the guidance of personal assistant Miss Kaho Tsujimoto, Serabelle and others quickly arrived at the lifeboat cabin on the bottom floor of the cruise ship.

The lifeboat room is located at the end of the entire cruise ship, right at the stern. It is the most inconspicuous but indispensable part of the entire ship.

The space is not very spacious, but it is long and narrow enough, a bit like the water rafting project in the amusement park. There are docks on both sides where people can stand, and only a long water tank in the middle, with life rafts parked in pairs.

The shallow green waves in the water tank rippled with the slight shaking of the hull, reflecting unpredictable white light waves on the ceiling of the lifeboat compartment.

Several Forensic Division officers from the Metropolitan Police Department were busy moving back and forth near the dock. When they saw Inspector Megure and his men coming down the stairs leading to the upper level, one of the officers in charge of the blood reaction stood up and raised his hand.

"Inspector, we have detected the blood reaction of the Eighth Generation Chairman on the ground here!"

"Blood reaction? I see."

Inspector Megure nodded.

"What about the fallen iron fan?"

“…Right here!”

This time it was another police officer who spoke up.

Under his feet was a fallen iron fan, and three meters behind him was the gate and gate switch of the lifeboat hold.

"Um--"

Inspector Megure pondered for a moment with a slightly prolonged tone, then turned to Takagi behind him and said.

"Brother Takagi, please contact the Maritime Defense Agency and request an immediate search and rescue operation."

"Yes!"

Gao Mu took the order and turned around and left quickly.

In fact, at this point it is basically impossible to talk about saving people. You know, according to speculation, the eighth president disappeared around 10 o'clock in the morning, and now it is almost 11 o'clock in the morning, which is already an hour.

In addition, it will take another half an hour for the Maritime Defense Agency to send a helicopter to fly over. Even if we find it as soon as possible after arriving, it will still take an hour and a half.

Asking a 70-year-old man to soak in the icy sea water in the dead of winter for an hour and a half and then talking about being rescued is simply a joke.

But... after all, they are the Eighth Generation Group, so they still have to show the proper attitude of the police, even if what they finally fished out is just a swollen floating corpse.

If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body. It's that

After explaining everything to Takagi, Inspector Megure quickly went to inquire about other related search progress.

Serabelle took advantage of this opportunity to turn to the assistant who was staring at the gate with a distracted look on her face.

"Miss Tsujimoto, I have something I want to ask you. Since the cruise control room can check the opening and closing records of the gates, can the opening and closing records of the guest room doors be checked?"

"Eh?"

Perhaps she didn't expect to be asked this question suddenly. Kaho Tsujimoto was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"I think this should be possible, because the access to the guest rooms on the cruise ship is controlled by electronic password locks, which will be connected to the ship's local area network. Whenever the access is unlocked, the corresponding key record will be left."

"This kind of electronic lock usually has a master key, right?" Conan interrupted.

"Yes, there are, but they are only held by our staff."

Kaho Tsujimoto nodded in confusion and took out a card from her inner pocket that was slightly different in shape from an ordinary tourist access card.

"This is it. With this, you can swipe open all the doors on the cruise ship. However, not many people have this level of authority. For example, I and the restaurant manager Mr. Misaki Naoya have it..."

Having said this, Kaho Tsujimoto suddenly stopped.

She was not stupid. Being asked such purposeful questions in succession made Kaho Tsujimoto quickly realize what Serabelle was really thinking.

"Wait a minute, do you think the criminal is among our staff?"

"It's just a possibility." Serabelle spread her hands.

Akita Reiko followed her husband's lead and raised her chin in thought, "This will greatly narrow down the suspects. It would also be great if we could find out whose card was used to open Mrs. Yashiro's room."

"This should be possible, because even if it is a master key, the chip number of each card is different, it just has a higher authority, and the owner's information can be queried through the number."

Tsujimoto Kaho said immediately.

"If you want to find out the details I can take you to the control room now."

"..."

There's nothing much to say, just go and get it done.

Scene switch, inside the cruise ship's central control room.

Although Serabelle and others did not have authorization from the police, since they were brought by assistant Kaho Tsujimoto and were accompanied by Mrs. Suzuki, the crew in the central control room did not make it too difficult for them and smoothly released the search authority.

"You want to see the access record of Mrs. Yashiro's room this morning, right? Wait, let me look for it."

After listening to the demands of Serabelle and others, the crew member sitting in front of the console quickly started moving his hands on the console.

Following the crew's operation, the guest room data that had been constantly refreshing and scrolling on the screen quickly calmed down, and was streamlined and streamlined again at an extremely fast speed... In the end, only a few lines were left, and the time was seven o'clock this morning.

The assistant lady next to her widened her eyes in surprise.

"Hey, isn't this my master key number?"

? ?

A question mark suddenly appeared above Serabel's head. They had originally thought that Tsujimoto Kaho could not possibly be the murderer, but now when they checked the records...

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I made a mistake. This is the access control record of the eighth president's room this morning!"

What followed was a hurried apology from the crew member in charge of operating the control console.

He apologized and was about to change the room number of the query record, but Serabelle stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I just happened to check the access records of the eighth generation president. Let's take a look at yesterday's records."

"Uh, yesterday's?"

The crew was unable to react and had to watch helplessly as the young man who had come up to them inexplicably changed the inquiry date from today to yesterday in front of them.

I clicked on the query, and there were still only a few results, but much more than today.

Kaho Tsujimoto checked the access card numbers one by one according to the records.

"This is my access card, this is the Eighth President's own, and this... eh?"

When the assistant's fingertips fell on one of the lines of recorded data at around seven o'clock last night, she suddenly froze and fell into a long state of no response.

"What's wrong?" Serabelle glanced at her.

“This card number…”

Kaho Tsujimoto's face turned slightly pale and she stumbled back a few steps.

"I remember this card number. It was a lost master key card. It was lost about two or three weeks ago. If a master key is missing, it should be reported immediately and the key authority should be revoked from the system. However, it was the final preparation stage before the launch of the Aphrodite, and everyone was so busy that they forgot about it."

"So in the end, we didn't find out who stole it."

Serabelle added another stab with an expressionless face.

The situation suddenly became tense again. No one expected that they could find the murderer by looking up the serial number, but it turned out that the murderer used a master key card that had once been missing.

"That's right." Tsujimoto Kaho bit her lip, "Besides, at this time, President Eighth Generation and I are still in the restaurant. Theoretically, no one should be here."

"That is to say, the murderer most likely took advantage of this time to sneak into Chairman Yashiro's room and placed a bug or something in it, so he was able to accurately grasp the schedule of Chairman Yashiro and his wife." Suzuki Tomoko said with her arms around her chest.

"In this case, we can only use the old method and prove our alibis one by one..."

Conan whispered, holding his forehead.

Ok.

Serabelle nodded in agreement in her heart, but within three seconds, this agreement turned into a huge exclamation mark.

Wait, if we're talking about an alibi, he seems to have...

After all, he was in the box on the fifth floor with Mrs. Suzuki at around seven o'clock last night...it was broken.

Chapter 504 Mrs. Suzuki: I met your boyfriend alone

It is worth mentioning that when Serabelle and others were discussing going to the central control room to retrieve records, Inspector Megure was still discussing the search results with other subordinate police officers in the lifeboat cabin, so he didn't notice the former leaving at all.

So for Inspector Megure, it was like turning around and inexplicably finding that everyone had disappeared.

When they met again, it was already in the conference room half an hour later.

Different time, same place, this veteran, pragmatic inspector of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department listened to the intelligence from Serabelle with a wise expression that his police had never even thought of obtaining.

"…So the murderer is most likely the person who stole the master key card two or three weeks ago, but we still don't know who it is?"

"Yes, so the only solution we can think of right now is to proofread our alibi."