I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Serabel, 18 years old, British, landed in Japan at Haneda Airport at 8am this morning. I didn't expect to encounter something like this while just having a cup of coffee." The trainee investigator paused, "For now, I'm just a trainee detective."

"Oh, international friends?"

Upon hearing that the person had just arrived in Japan today, Inspector Megure became less vigilant, but his eyes still kept scanning the face in front of him.

The main thing is... this face doesn't look European at all.

Then Sera Masumi also came over: "And in my case, his sister, Sera Masumi, also just came to Japan today, and just completed the enrollment procedures at Teitan High School this morning."

"They came to Japan to attend high school." Inspector Megure suddenly realized and wrote in his notebook, "Sera Bell and Sera Masumi... brother and sister, right?"

"Hmm."

Sera Masumi's eyes fell on the handwriting, and he nodded quickly and smiled happily.

But in comparison, Serabelle was a little confused.

Sera Bell? What is that?

Forget it, forget about it for now.

"By the way, if we talk about the first person to discover it, there was another little boy wearing glasses at the time."

"The little boy with the glasses?"

As if this description triggered some kind of PTSD, Inspector Megure was stunned for a moment, and then began to look around actively.

Finally, he saw a little head sticking out from the outside of Serabelle's left leg, smiling and waving at him.

"Good morning, Inspector Megure."

"Conan!? It's you..."

The inspector's face revealed an expression that was between relief at seeing a relative's child but also annoyance at the naughty child.

Looking at the scene that was quite familiar to both sides, three words flashed through Serabelle's mind.

Related households?

"Ahem, let's get down to business."

Realizing that this was not a suitable place to reminisce about the past, Inspector Megure coughed lightly and returned to the topic.

"According to our police investigation, the window in the compartment where the deceased died was open, so it is currently speculated that the criminal may have escaped through the open window..."

?

After hearing this last sentence, a question mark slowly appeared above Serabelle's head.

Police Inspector, would you like to hear what you are saying?

Chapter 8 I will always love Eri Kisaki (loudly)

Since he was not the first person to discover the body, and was not even considered a person related to the case, Masumi Sera, who had never gone to the bathroom from beginning to end, was forced to stay in the cafe lobby on the grounds that "unrelated persons are not allowed to enter."

When Serabelle entered the bathroom again, the evidence collection and sampling work inside was nearing completion.

The victim's body had already been taken away from the crime scene, and white lines were used on the floor to mark the outlines of the deceased's various body parts as he lay on the ground.

A middle-aged male police officer who looked like a veteran from the forensic department was walking towards the door, holding an evidence bag in one hand, which contained a blood-stained dagger, and in the other hand was a photo printed out from a Polaroid camera, with a little bit of residual warmth still on the paper.

When he saw Inspector Megure and his men walking into the crime scene, he immediately picked up the two things in his hands and quickened his pace to meet them.

"Inspector, there are new discoveries."

"what?"

"Look..."

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the forensic officer immediately walked up to his side and showed the photo in his hand to Inspector Megure.

Serabelle also glanced in the direction of the picture. It was a close-up photo of the deceased's neck. It could be seen that there was a circle of clear strangulation marks on the upper part of the deceased's neck, accompanied by some purple bruises.

"We initially inferred that the fatal wound to the deceased was the knife wound on his chest, but now it seems that the deceased was most likely strangled by a rope or something, suffocated and lost consciousness, and then was stabbed in the chest by a knife..."

At this point, the forensic officer subconsciously lifted the evidence bag containing the dagger.

Serabelle glanced over and couldn't help but say "Hmm?" softly.

It stands to reason that if a knife is used to stab a human body, no matter how tightly the attacker holds his hand, when the knife is pulled out, a large amount of blood will splash onto the back of the hand, and then pass through the fingers and the base of the thumb to get onto the handle of the knife.

If you continue to squeeze the knife with your hands due to nervousness, it is possible that the blood will spread all over the handle.

However, the entire handle of the dagger in front of him was unusually clean. Not to mention bloodstains, there was not even a trace of dirt.

But why?

Just as Serabelle fell into deep thought, the voice of Inspector Megure rang out again.

"Well, if that's the case, then the criminal must have strangled the victim first, then stabbed him with the dagger, and finally escaped through the window..."

hiss--

Serabelle resisted the urge to hold her forehead.

He never expected that the chief inspector of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department actually repeated the original words of the Forensic Department, and added the conclusion that "the criminal must have escaped through the window". So... is there a window in your head?

"Excuse me, Inspector Megure, have you asked someone to retrieve the surveillance video from the cafe?"

"monitor?"

Inspector Megure was stunned, but he was not angry, just a little surprised.

"We have already asked the owner of the cafe about this, and he said that there are only videos of the lobby and kitchen, and no videos of the restroom due to personal privacy issues."

"What I mean is..." Serabelle never felt that talking to people was such a tiring thing. "If the criminal escaped through the window after killing the victim, then the other person who entered the bathroom and never came out must be the murderer, right?"

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed across Inspector Megure's eyes: "Eh, that makes sense."

As he said this, he waved his hand behind him and prepared to ask the accompanying police officers to check the surveillance footage.

Just then, an innocent child's voice came from the other end of the bathroom.

"I don't think this is necessary—"

Conan, who had discovered the body with Serabelle, was now standing in front of a cubicle with bloodstains on the floor and an open door. He raised his hand and pointed at the spotless toilet seat with its back against the window.

"Because you see, if the criminal wanted to escape through the window, he would have to step on the toilet bowl and cover, but now there is no trace of anything on these two places, including the windowsill is also clean."

"Well, maybe the criminal wiped it clean when he escaped?"

After all, it was just a child's inference, and the inspector was still trying to justify himself.

But the next second, the voice coming from the door made Megure shut his mouth completely.

"I think what the kid said is right. After all, how can a criminal who is so panicked that he doesn't even have time to take the murder weapon away and flee the crime scene have the time to deal with his footprints?"

"You, you are..."

Ok?

Serabelle also looked in the direction of the voice.

A beautiful woman wearing glasses and exuding an intellectual aura appeared at the door of the bathroom. Her long chestnut hair was neatly tied up behind her head, and a few slightly curly long bangs hung in front of her forehead. Although she was already over 40, there was no sign of aging, which instead added a bit of maturity to her beauty. She was wearing a business suit with black stockings tightly wrapped around her slender legs, making her look like an ascetic queen.

"Lawyer Fei! So you are here too!"

Inspector Megure opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen Galio falling from the sky, with an expression of extreme surprise on his face.

But lawyer Fei just smiled faintly: "I didn't expect you to become a police inspector, Megure-kun."

Oh, another relative?

Feeling that she would have a long and difficult time solving her first case as a rookie, Serabelle silently raised her eyebrows, turned her head and directed her gaze to Edogawa Conan on the other side behind her, only to find that the latter was staring straight at Lawyer Hime who had just entered the room, with an unnatural look on his face.

To give an example, it's probably like a little mouse meeting a big cat, with that kind of aura of oppression ingrained in its bones.

"Let's get back to the point. This means the murderer didn't escape, but is still in this cafe, right?"

Inspector Megure seemed to have found his backbone and even spoke with more confidence.

"According to my inference, that's right." The Queen said this calmly.

So the police chief waved his hand.

"Very good, have everyone who has been in the restroom since the deceased entered it come here!"

When it comes to matters involving human life, naturally no one would dare to neglect them.

Within two minutes, three people in the hall outside were taken to the restroom by the accompanying police officers.

They are -

The long-haired playboy who was talking on the phone in the lobby and bragging about his skills in hunting girls.

With a face full of stubble and a look of a 27-year-old young programmer, he is busy writing a thesis at university.

And the burly man with a turban who was asked by Serabelle to look after a little kid with glasses at the toilet door, had his right middle finger wrapped tightly with bandages, like a super-excessive sausage.

"There are only these three people, right? Are there any others? Have they been confirmed through surveillance?" Inspector Megure asked the police officer.

"Well, after asking, it turns out there are only three of them, but if they are under surveillance..."

The hesitant tone clearly showed that he hadn't confirmed it.

Just as Megure frowned and was about to say that he would go and confirm it quickly, Serabel's voice interrupted him in advance.

"More than three. To be precise, there were four people who came to the bathroom after the deceased entered the bathroom. In addition to these three, there was also——"

The tone was slightly prolonged, and the boy's arm moved like a needle, finally stopping at Lawyer Fei who was standing at the bathroom door with her arms folded across her chest.

"she."

Chapter 9: Stop talking nonsense and take off your clothes

Uh?

Subconsciously looking in the direction that Serabelle pointed, Megure's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Lawyer Fei, you've been to the restroom before?"

"Oh, yes."

The Queen, whose name was called, remained quite calm.

"Just now, Inspector Megure, you said to ask everyone who has been to the restroom to come over. I'm already here, so there's no need to go out and come back. And like them, to some extent, I also have the possibility of committing a crime."

"Eh……"

Inspector Megure twitched his lips.

Although police investigations should not involve too many personal emotions, even if the person is a close relative, as long as they are involved in the case, they must be treated equally as criminal suspects.

However, judging from all the attitudes he showed right now, it was obvious that he did not think that Lawyer Fei was the murderer, even if there was a one in ten thousand chance.

But there is no way. There is no personal sentiment in official business. Moreover, even the other party said so themselves, so we can only follow the procedure.

"Anyway, let me first briefly explain the purpose of each of you coming to the cafe today."

Following the Chief Inspector's words, the accompanying police officer immediately took out a notebook.

Megure pointed at the long-haired playboy.

"You go first."

"Uh, me?" Probably not expecting that he would be the first one to be called, the playboy was slightly stunned and then smiled awkwardly and said, "I actually made an appointment with a girl to meet today."

"What about girls?"

"It seems that no one has arrived yet..."

"Oh~ It sounds suspicious, doesn't it?"

Inspector Megure's casual remark with his eyes half closed made the playboy's face turn pale instantly, and he quickly waved his hands to defend himself.

"It really wasn't me. I didn't even know the deceased. Why would I kill someone who has nothing to do with me?"

"That's hard to say. According to the report submitted by the forensic department, the wallet of the deceased was still left next to the body, but the money inside had long disappeared. Maybe you wanted to pick up girls but you were short of money, so you committed this kind of murder and robbery?"

"How could he do such a thing?!"