I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Under the spotlight, assistant Kaho Tsujimoto, dressed in a work suit, appeared on the stage, holding the microphone and smiling.

"Thank you very much for being invited to gather here tonight. Our eight-generation consortium has gone through..."

The opening remarks were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar. In short, it was a brief introduction to the background of the consortium, followed by the introduction of everyone from the captain to the heads of various departments one by one as mentioned before.

After a while, everyone had finished their introductions.

However, just as Kaho Tsujimoto was about to host the party into the next stage, someone in the audience bravely shouted.

"Did we miss someone? Where are the Eighth Generation Chairman and Mrs. Eighth Generation?"

"Well, it's the party now. If you have any questions, you can wait until after it's over..."

Kaho Tsujimoto's reaction was quite quick. She organized her words and tried to change the subject the moment the questioning voice was raised.

But her voice alone could not drown out the voices of everyone in the audience. Soon, following the first person's lead, other questioning voices also sounded one after another.

"So what happened? Did something happen to the Eighth President and the others?"

"Where are the police? I just saw them coming in here. Now they should come out and say something!"

"That is to say, we have the right to know what happened. What's the point of keeping us in the dark without telling us anything?"

At first, they were just talking one sentence after another, but soon as more and more people spoke, it became a state of simultaneous chattering. The banquet hall, which should have been elegant and orderly, suddenly turned into a noisy vegetable market.

What's worse is that the people in the banquet hall also began to notice Inspector Megure and other police officers who had sneaked in at the last moment, and began to surround them and interrogate them about the details of the situation.

Just as the situation was about to get completely out of control, someone suddenly strode onto the stage and took the microphone from the assistant.

It is the "Sleeping Detective" Kogoro Mouri.

He appeared on the stage in front of everyone in a sober state and in a suit, with a calm and confident look on his face, and his slightly low voice spread throughout the banquet hall through the microphone.

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Maori Kogoro. Yes, as you all thought, Chairman Yashiro and his wife did have an accident. But please rest assured that I, the famous detective Maori Kogoro, have already fully grasped the clues and know the true identity of the criminal."

"It's you! Miss Akiyoshi Miwako!"

I have to say he was quite handsome, but some people in the audience didn't give him face.

"Objection! The real criminal is Kusaka Hironari!"

Chapter 509: Serabelle: I really can’t stand it anymore

"Who, who? Who said that just now?!"

He didn't expect that he would be refuted so directly just after making a public announcement. Kogoro Mori was suddenly embarrassed. Besides being embarrassed, he was also a little frustrated. He was completely different from the calm and unrestrained person when he first took the stage.

And because the slap in the face came so quickly, it gave people a feeling of being deliberately pranked.

Normally speaking, shouldn't it be the case that after the former has finished speaking, someone comes up to refute, and then they start arguing by giving evidence to prove that their own argument is correct? How can someone refute right after the former has finished speaking?

Is it really just a prank?

If this is really a prank, then the absence of Chairman Yashiro and his wife could be part of tonight's dinner.

If that's the case, then the so-called murder was all fake, and maybe even the police boarding the ship was a pre-arranged show...

Most of the people in the huge banquet hall were smart, and their brains started working quickly when they noticed something unusual.

However, no matter how much they speculated, only a very small number of people knew the inside story, including Kogoro Mori on the stage, assistant Kaho Tsujimoto, and food and beverage department director Nao Misaki. Everyone knew it.

That means the eighth-generation president and his wife were really killed.

"That's what I said."

Just when everyone was thinking suspiciously, a young man walked up the stairs at the side entrance of the stage and appeared under the spotlight.

"Hey, why is it you, kid..."

When he saw that it was Serabelle, Kogoro Mori felt dissatisfied.

"Listen carefully, now is not the time to play detective games. Stop messing around here and get down quickly!"

"make trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Serabelle did not step back, but instead walked closer and closer until she reached the center of the stage.

"I just heard Uncle Maori say that you seem to have determined that Miss Akiyoshi is the murderer. So do you have any evidence?"

"Of course I have. I've already said that. Besides, there's no reasoning without evidence."

Kogoro Mori disagreed.

Serabelle sighed softly: "The evidence I'm talking about is not those imaginary... well, it should be called less firm and strong evidence, but the decisive evidence that can completely determine the identity of the criminal. Is there any?"

"This one……"

Kogoro Mori seemed to be choked by these words, but after just a second he regained his composure.

"I don't need to explain this now. You just need to wait and listen to my reasoning and everything will become clear."

"Okay, then I'm all ears."

Serabelle gracefully gestured for invitation, then calmly stepped aside.

Kogoro Mouri was also quite satisfied with the result, and felt that Serabelle's act had actually provided him with a stage to perform.

So he cleared his throat and picked up the microphone, and his voice, which had regained its composure, was once again transmitted throughout the banquet hall through the radio.

"I think the purpose of Miss Akiyoshi's doing this is probably to avenge Mrs. Yashiro's husband, Yashiro Hideto, who died in a car accident half a month ago. The reason is that Miss Akiyoshi learned through some means that the accident that killed Yashiro Hideto was actually a murder car accident planned by the Yashiro father and daughter!"

ha?

Serabelle, who was standing aside and had no expression on her face, couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly when she heard this, and her frown was full of confusion.

After the incident, he also checked the news about the death of Yadai Yingren. According to the official announcement, the cause of death of Yadai Yingren was a heart attack while driving.

but! Yes!

Even if Yasiro Hideto's heart attack was really caused by the careful planning of the Yasiro father and daughter as Maori Kogoro said, what was the reason?

The reason why large Japanese conglomerates recruit sons-in-law to marry into their families is simply to find a capable successor.

Please note that the successor must be a "capable" one, not just anyone.

In other words, the reason why the Eighth Generation Consortium agreed to let the Eighth Generation Yingren marry into the family was simply because they were impressed by his talent, and they also let this son-in-law take the position of chief designer.

And now they just killed the chief designer with a backhand? What was the purpose?

Because this news is so explosive, it just seems like some unscrupulous marketing account broke the outrageous news to attract attention and stir up emotions, so much so that when people first hear it, they almost forget to question the authenticity of the news in the first place.

One of them was Misaki Nao, the director of the cruise ship's catering department. As one of the protagonists of the introduction meeting, he was standing on the stage just behind Kogoro Mori. He asked subconsciously when he heard this.

"But Mr. Maori, why did Miss Akiyoshi want to avenge Mr. Yingren?"

"Well, I think they are actually a couple."

Kogoro Maori said with certainty.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

Big news! I didn't expect that the deputy designer and the chief designer of Yashiro Shipbuilding were actually lovers, and the chief designer was even the wife of the chairman of the Yashiro Group. It's so exciting!

Kogoro Mouri said he felt great, and everyone below was also excited to hear it, but Serabell really couldn't stand it anymore and simply covered her face with her hands and refused to face it.

Putting aside whether the news is true or not, just the use of uncertain words like "I think" and "should", are these really what a detective should say when publicly expressing his own reasoning?

It really is all based on imagination, right?

And why does this style look so much like a third-rate gossip news website?

Sure enough, the next second, the short-haired, heroic female designer with glasses angrily emerged from the crowd and came to the front of the stage.

"Mr. Maori, what are you talking about? Although I respect Mr. Yashiro Eito very much, it is just the respect of a junior to a senior!"

"Well, I think that's still up for debate..."

Faced with the personal questioning from Miwako Akiyoshi, Kogoro Mori forced himself to remain calm and was about to continue to justify himself, but unexpectedly the former did not give him the opportunity at all and continued to suppress him with firepower.

"Besides! Although the police haven't disclosed anything, we have information inside our consortium. The time when the Eighth Chairman got into trouble was around 10:15. At that time, I was in the room and on the phone with Mr. Kusaka Hironari for 20 minutes before and after. There are all call records!"

"But……"

Kogoro Mori, who had no prior knowledge of the incident, was stunned by this sudden blow.

What the hell, it turns out there is an alibi?

Seeing him hesitating and unable to speak, Akiyoshi Miwako became even angrier.

"Also, you confused detective, do you have any decisive evidence? If you do, show it to me now!"

"I……"

At this time, Kogoro Mouri was completely confused, with confusion and panic written all over his face. Even Inspector Megure in the audience couldn't help but look worried.

Brother Maori, are you okay?

Seeing that the sleeping famous detective was about to turn into the awake Clown King, Serabell stepped forward and took the microphone from the former's hand. She coughed lightly and looked towards the stage, her eyes locked on Kusaka Hironari who seemed to be laughing in the crowd.

"It seems that Mr. Maori needs to think carefully about his reasoning. So instead of this, Mr. Kusaka Hironari, who is smiling happily in the crowd, could you explain what the brown stain on the right end of your hair is?"

Chapter 510 xbzz, you messed with the wrong person

Brown...stains...

Under normal circumstances, such a description would probably just remind people of something like coffee spilled on clothes.

But what if it is linked to the murder case?

Then there is only one answer.

——Bloodstains.

It was as if the center of an originally calm sand pit suddenly caved in. At first it was just a small leak, but as time went on the hole got bigger and bigger, gradually turning into a vortex that drove all the other sand around it to leak down.

As Serabelle finished her words, all eyes in the banquet hall below instantly gathered in the same direction at an extremely fast speed.

"I……"

Kusaka Hironari, who was still in the mood to watch a joke in the previous second, never expected that he would become the focus of the whole audience in the next second, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He almost subconsciously raised his hand and touched the long hair on the right side of his body.

This is a manifestation of extreme lack of confidence or guilt. Kusaka Guangcheng realized this, but it was too late.

He could clearly notice that the gazes from the people around him were gradually becoming strange, and the feeling of the hair in his hands was also not right.

It feels a bit rough and fuzzy, not like the way normal hair should feel after being washed with shampoo.

At this moment, the male passerby closest to Kusaka Hironari pointed at the ends of his hair sticking out from between his fingers and spoke loudly.

"Really! Brown! It's blood!"

"He was the one who killed the Eighth Generation Chairman and his wife. Kusaka Hironari is the real murderer!"

As soon as the two voices shouted, the other people around him, with Kusaka Hiroshi as the center of the circle, all pushed back in unison, forming a circular vacuum zone in the center of the banquet hall.

The bright light from the golden crystal lamp above his head made his appearance at the moment particularly clear.

Rixia Guangcheng's face looked extremely ugly.

Inspector Megure, who finally found an opportunity, reacted quickly. He squeezed through the crowd with two police officers and came in front of Kusaka Hironari, saying with a serious face.

"Mr. Kusaka, to avoid misunderstanding, our police need to conduct a blood reaction test on the spot. Please cooperate."

As he spoke, two police officers holding instruments behind him were about to step forward and take action.

But at this moment, Kusaka Guangcheng, whose face was gloomy, suddenly exploded.

"Don't come over here! No one is allowed to come near!"

He yelled and reached into his suit, then pulled out a remote control with a red button on it.

"Did you hear me? No one is allowed to come over here! If you come over here again, I'll press it! Don't force me!"

This is an absolutely powerful threat, and Kusaka Hironari is well aware of this.

As mentioned before, everyone who came to this ship was either rich or noble, and one thing these people had in common was that they valued their lives extremely, and as long as they showed a tendency to make an extreme one-for-one trade, everyone would compromise for it.

Sure enough, Kusaka Hironari successfully saw obvious panic on the faces of other people around him.

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, Kusaka Hironari soon noticed another problem.

That is, the policemen in front of him had no intention of retreating, especially Inspector Megure, who even took half a step forward.