My lover is this organization

Sera Masumi didn't explain much and just turned a blind eye. After everyone had left the room, she closed the door, ran back to the bedroom, closed it tightly, took out her cell phone from her pocket, and dialed a number.

"Hello? Mom, can you hear what I just said at the door?"

……

At the same time, in the room directly below Room 3004, which is Room 29 on the 04th floor under renovation, the petite Mary Akai was standing in the empty guest room that had just been renovated not long ago and was full of the smell of wall powder, wearing a mask and a wireless headset in her left ear.

When she received the call for help from her daughter, her tone was calm and composed.

"I heard it. Something happened in the next room, right? Zhenchun, follow them in a moment. Don't hang up the phone. Just put the phone in your pocket and continue to contact the target, cough cough..."

She coughed twice.

"Yeah... I know, it's not a problem." Sera Masumi scratched his face, "But what if he just leaves?"

"Don't worry, the police won't let him go." said Akai Mary.

"But if he runs away before the police come, you don't have to do anything about it."

"Just leave it to me."

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Rum's research direction is not wrong. In Dragon 3, Herzog turned himself into a dragon in this way. But the problem is that Rum is obviously not as professional as Herzog...

Chapter 317 My knife is covered with poison.

In a few minutes, after "tidying up" the bedroom, Sera Masumi opened the door and reappeared in everyone's sight.

"Okay, I've packed my personal clothes and other things and put them in the small suitcase next to the bed. I guarantee that there is definitely not enough space for an adult, so Uncle Maori, please feel free to go anywhere else except in the suitcase~" she said with a smile, revealing her cute little pointy fangs.

"Well, I see."

Kogoro Mouri, who had been waiting outside the door, nodded seriously. As a former detective of the Metropolitan Police Department, his professional ethics made him take out a pair of disposable white gloves from his body at the first moment, and only after putting on the gloves did he step into the room.

After leaving his room, Sera Masumi gave a suggestive look to Qin Wuque and Conan who were waiting in the corridor, and then he took the lead and slipped into the next room which was suspected to be the crime scene.

Qin Wuque and Conan immediately understood what he meant and followed him into the room.

Director Furuguri, who was traveling with Kogoro Mori, wanted to reach out to stop them when he saw this, but he was middle-aged and overweight, and his reaction was slow. By the time he raised his hand, it was too late.

"Wait, I want to come too!" Sonoko shouted and subconsciously wanted to follow.

However, before she could even take a single step, Qin Wuque, who was the last one to enter the room behind Conan, leaned back in a standard iron bridge posture, half of his body leaning out of the door, and waved like Gojo Satoru.

"Ah~ I forgot to mention that this room seems to have a strong smell of blood. I guess the amount of blood at the crime scene is huge and it's really disgusting. You girls should not follow us in. That's it."

After saying that, he shrank back and slammed the door cleanly with his backhand.

In the corridor, the group of girlfriends who were turned away looked at each other in bewilderment.

"By the way... isn't Sera-san also a girl..."

"right……"

In the room, Conan felt a little relieved after witnessing Qin Wuque closing the door.

Fortunately, at least this guy is quite caring towards girls.

And to be honest, if possible, he didn't want Xiaolan to see those bloody and horrific crime scenes.

but……

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Noticing Conan's subtle look when he was looking at him, Qin Wuque leaned back tactically, then raised his head and took advantage of the height difference to glance back at him disdainfully.

"No, nothing..." Conan said perfunctorily, looking away.

"Um--"

Qin Wuque pondered for a moment, touched his chin, and said nothing more.

He looked around. Since both were high-end suites on the 30th floor of the Sakura Hotel and were right next door, the layout of this crime scene room was exactly the same as Sera Masumi's.

The first thing you see when you enter the door is the living room. Inside is a short and narrow corridor. On the left side of the corridor are the bedroom and bathroom, and at the end is the balcony.

An uncorked bottle of red wine lay still on the dining table, and on the floor next to the table was a broken round plate. Although it had been smashed into pieces, its general shape could still be seen.

On the broken pieces of the dinner plate, there were still some transparent fragments of the goblet, which were soaked in a pool of spilled red wine along with the broken pieces of the dinner plate, as if they had been broken together when they fell.

"This is what I said before. When Uncle Maori and I entered the door, we heard the sound of glass breaking." Conan explained.

"Yes, that's true." Sera Masumi stared at the broken pieces of tableware on the ground with his sharp eyes, as if trying to see something from them.

But Qin Wuque just curled his lips.

Admittedly, this scene may not seem like a big deal at first glance, but it really can’t be overstated.

First of all, in order to take into account the habit of some guests who do not like to wear slippers in the room, many hotels usually do not use floor tiles to pave the floor. Otherwise, it is easy to catch a cold if you walk barefoot.

But if wooden floors are chosen, cheap wooden floors cannot highlight the grade of the hotel, and may easily make residents feel psychologically disappointed, thinking "Oh my god, this is not as good as my grandfather's house." Using too expensive wooden floors will increase costs too much.

Therefore, in order to take into account both superficial grade and cost-effectiveness, many hotels particularly like to lay a layer of industrial fine-pile carpet on the floor.

It’s cheap, comfortable, and looks classy.

But considering the height of the table, it is obviously impossible to land a fairly thick plate steadily on a street stall and break it into pieces.

This is no longer a detail, it's not even a rough detail. This is just common sense!

Not bothering to pay attention to this crude trick, Qin Wuque continued to walk deeper into the suite along the red wine footprints on the floor that looked like bloody footprints.

The footprints led to the balcony. He glanced inside casually when passing by the bedroom door. The bedroom door was open. On the bed lay a man who looked more like an orangutan than a human. His philtrum was extremely long, and the proportions of his facial features were also very strange. There was a dagger stabbed in his chest, and dark red blood had stained the suit on his chest. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and it seemed that he was in great pain before dying.

This is the soul detective Kaito Horita, he looks quite "soulful"...

Qin Wuque couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Masumi Sera, who was following behind him, was also shocked.

But by this time Qin Wuque had already walked to the balcony, and he saw a pair of disposable slippers left on the balcony, which had been hastily thrown away, with some red wine still remaining on the soles.

"The black shadow that Uncle Maori and I saw jumped towards your direction from here," Conan added.

"Oh--"

Qin Wuque stretched out his voice with a look of sudden enlightenment, but then he frowned again.

"its not right?"

"Ok?"

"Wait, let me review it for you first." Qin Wuque closed his eyes and put his hand on his temple as if thinking.

"First of all, the sound of glass breaking happened exactly when you entered this room, which means that the murderer committed the crime at almost the same time as you opened the door. Do you know what this means?"

"What does it mean?" Conan asked subconsciously.

"This means..." Qin Wuque paused and organized his words.

"At the moment you opened the door, the murderer grabbed the deceased's neck while he was dining at the dining table, and forced him away from the table and into the bedroom. He politely took off his shoes when he entered the bedroom, because the footprints led to the balcony, and then stabbed the deceased to death on the bed."

"That's not all. The murderer not only stabbed the victim to death on the bed, but also found a quilt to cover the victim tightly, and then hid in the balcony waiting to be discovered by you."

"You are the murderer. Why are you killing people like this? Are you free?" Qin Wuque added.

"This..." Conan was speechless for a moment.

I have to say that this analysis does make some sense. Many contradictory details that were originally obscured by the authorities were suddenly exposed.

"And do you know what you would hear when you pass by the bedroom if the murderer really killed people in this way?" Qin Wuque asked again.

"What did you hear?"

"You will hear the dead screaming for help..."

Qin Wuque raised a finger firmly, with a wise light flashing in his eyes.

"But in fact you didn't hear it, so to sum up, there is only one truth, the murderer is Sawamura Kazuki!"

"what?"

Masumi Sera, who had seen "The Brave Yoshihiko and the Demon King's Castle", blinked blankly.

"My knife is a poisonous blade coated with poison?"

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Chapter 318 The shameful and angry Sera Masumi

"This……"

Conan blinked.

As he listened to the encrypted conversation between the two, he felt a little confused and awe-inspiring.

"So what is the criminal's method..."

"I don't know. I'm not sure. You want to go by yourself. You are a detective and I am not."

Qin Wuque immediately responded with a series of three negatives and walked out the door with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm just telling you that what you saw was probably a pre-planned trick. As for the identity and tactics of the criminal, you can deduce it yourself. Don't ask me. I don't bother to dwell on it."

"Uh!"

Conan was speechless again.

Because I'm lazy... this reason is invincible.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing I forgot to mention."

Qin Wuque took only two steps when he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"If the assassination is carried out from the front and the target is stabbed in the heart, the target will usually fight back desperately. Therefore, the attacker must have absolutely overwhelming strength or skills to suppress the target, otherwise there is a certain possibility of being killed in return. If it is a normal close-range assassination..."

He paused and waved to Sera Masumi who was still standing there.

"Can you cooperate with me?"

"Hmm? Oh... okay."

Sera Masumi hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

She walked up to Qin Wuque with some hesitation and spoke cautiously.

"Is it okay for me to stand like this?"

"Turn around and face away from me."

Qin Wuque put his hand on Shiliang Zhenchun's shoulder and turned her 180 degrees on the spot.

"Relax, it won't hurt you," he said.

"it is good……"

Before Sera Masumi could utter a single word "OK", she felt a gust of wind blowing on her face in an instant. Before she could see anything clearly, she only caught a glimpse of the shadow of a hand appearing in front of her. The counterattack instinct acquired from years of martial arts training was directly activated.

Masumi Sera subconsciously lowered his head and leaned forward, with his elbows bent and ready to strike. Without thinking, he suddenly delivered an elbow strike with all his strength behind him!

It was so fast, so accurate, and so ruthless!

"Hey, how come you are..."

Qin Wuque felt helpless upon seeing this, and thought to himself, "Girl, you have no martial ethics. You just said you wouldn't hurt me and asked me to relax, but the next second you elbowed me without any mercy."

Ning is also a 69-year-old gay terminator?

Qin Wuque had no choice but to stop his left hand that was originally intended to cover his mouth halfway, and instead retracted his left hand to his waist and right hand to defend together, catching the pair of wheat-colored elbows with both palms.

Bang!

The dull sound of flesh hitting each other exploded in the small space, like thunder from a clear sky. It was hard to imagine that a slender high school girl could have such a powerful force.

Generally speaking, if an opponent of the same physique were hit by this blow, he would probably lose his balance and fly backwards on the spot. Even if he was prepared and blocked it in advance, he would still stagger back several steps.