My lover is this organization

If the process and method were not inconsistent with the justice that Conan has always upheld, he almost wanted to raise his hands and shout the light of justice.

When Qin Wuque was led by Conan to the front desk hall of the trial exhibition, the entire hall was empty and deserted. Only the receptionist lady in the Mantangtian uniform was standing professionally behind the counter.

In a country like Japan where earthquakes occur frequently, even ordinary Japanese citizens have extremely good psychological tolerance for sudden shaking and tremors under their feet. The saying that there is a small earthquake every three days and a big earthquake every five days is not just a casual statement. If it is just a simple earthquake without follow-up, it is not enough to affect their interest in visiting game exhibitions.

Instead, the pair of Qin Wuque and Conan, one big and one small, caught the attention of the receptionist behind the counter who was bored facing the empty hall.

No matter how you look at these two people, they look like an older brother who is already in college and took time out to bring his younger brother to a game trial exhibition.

The most important thing is that this brother looks quite handsome!

(It seems that there are no ugly mixed-race people =w=)

Unlike Qin Wuque who had an empty head, Conan who had already anticipated everything ran towards the counter the moment he entered the front desk hall, took a running start and jumped, then flexibly put his hands together and climbed onto the counter.

He opened his eyes wide, his gaze was pure, and his voice seamlessly switched to innocence. He said to the receptionist behind the counter: "Hey~ Big sister, did you see a tall uncle in a black suit with a cleavage who came here before?"

"A black suit, very tall, and no cleavage?" The receptionist thought about it carefully, and suddenly she exclaimed, "Little brother, you are talking about the man with a Kansai accent, right? Now that you mention it, I remember him, because he is the only one who has come to pick up the package so far. If I remember correctly, it should be... Number 98."

Number ninety-eight!

This number flashed through Conan's mind like lightning.

"Thank you, sister!" He thanked her in a baby voice, let go of the counter, and ran back in the direction of Qin Wuque, giving him a look that said "follow me".

"Oh..." Although he didn't know what this kid was going to do, Qin Wuque nodded silently, then turned around and left in the direction Conan was running.

Now the one who was confused was the receptionist behind the counter.

She had answered Conan's questions so enthusiastically just to see if she could have some further communication with this "handsome little brother". After all, working in a game company like this, she would face either those half-bald, middle-aged greasy leaders or a group of otaku programmers with fairy faces and crazy hair loss every day. In addition, as she is getting older every year, she also wants to find a gentle little brother like this who would bring his younger brother to the game trial exhibition as a partner!

Even if it doesn't work out in the end, at least give it a chance!

How can you just run away?

The receptionist immediately extended her hand behind the counter: "Um... is there anything you need, sir?"

"Me?" Qin Wuque stopped when he heard that, turned around and looked at the receptionist who was full of expectation, and showed a handsome and sunny smile, "Oh, I don't need it..."

puff! boom!

With a faint sound as if a sharp arrow pierced the heart, the receptionist behind the counter fell to the ground with a nosebleed, unable to get up.

What a beautiful...and cruel man!

On the other side, Qin Wuque, who had no idea what was happening behind the counter in the front lobby, staggered and followed Conan back to the trial exhibition hall.

"Well, you look like you have an idea now?" He tried to pretend that he already understood everything.

"Of course." Compared to someone who pretends to know everything, Conan is the one who truly understands everything.

The confident smile bloomed on the shrunken high school detective's face again: "The deceased took box number 98, and Xiaolan's package was stored in locker number 100, so I remember it very clearly. At that time, three employees of Mantiantang were in a hurry to prepare for the exhibition hall, so they cut in line. Their numbers were 97, 98, and 99. It's a pity that I can't remember exactly who corresponds to which number."

"Now that you mention it, I seem to have some impression of it." Qin Wuque touched his chin.

Conan continued, "But now that package No. 98 has been taken away, and the person killed in the explosion was not the one the murderer originally wanted to kill, it means that the deal has been completed. Then two of the three people will inevitably not be able to exchange their original briefcases."

"No, no, wait a minute." Qin Wuque said, counting on his fingers, "Now that we know that package number 98 contains a bomb, we can be sure that the criminal is among these three people. Why do you think that the criminal and the criminal's target are among those three people?"

"Because they're switching numbers." Conan raised his lips. "If it was you, and you originally had number 97, and someone switched your number plate to 96 or 95, you might not notice it. But what if they all changed to 70s, 60s, or even 100s? Do you think you still wouldn't notice it?"

"Oh~" Qin Wuque dragged out the tone, "So?"

"So..." Conan was speechless for a moment, thinking how come he still didn't understand after I explained it to this point.

However, he still patiently said: "So that means, among the three people, except for the one who got his original package, the packages that the other two people got either contained trading items, or..."

"A big box of money!" Qin Wuque understood.

"Yes, that's it." Conan snapped his fingers.

He turned his head and walked forward, took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Officer Megure's number: "Okay, let's talk about the next thing after the police arrive. Come to think of it, I suddenly seem to realize that you are not such a bad person!"

Just as Conan finished his words, a sneer of disdain and a hint of sarcasm sounded faintly from behind him.

He turned around suddenly, but there was no trace of Qin Wuque behind him.

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At the end of the previous chapter where I was confronting Tequila, I was planning to directly copy Zhang Weike’s original words “kill them all”, but then I suddenly remembered that I had written a long string of English in the text before... Some of my friends might not understand it, so I gave up.

Chapter 168 Minotaur biss (4k chapter)

A vicious explosion and murder occurred at a famous game company's trial exhibition. It is impossible for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to have an indifferent reaction, both morally and logically.

What's more, the person who called to report the case was the famous Japanese detective Kogoro Mori... and the mascot Conan who was fostered at home.

So the whistling police car arrived downstairs at the Beika Hotel in less than ten minutes. Led by Officer Megure, officers from the Criminal Investigation Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, dressed in police uniforms, strode into the trial exhibition site.

They first cleared all the people in the exhibition hall and gathered them at the front desk, and then sent people to ask everyone one by one whether they noticed any unusual people at the time of the explosion.

Finally, after a seemingly professional search of the crime scene, they finally announced with absolute certainty—

That's right! This was a random explosion and murder!

So the culprit must be some explosive killer!

When Inspector Megure announced this conclusion, Qin Wuque, who was lurking in the crowd like a hooded assassin, paid special attention to the expression on Conan's face, who was standing next to Mouri Kogoro not far away with the police officers.

As expected, it was the kind of expression that showed vomiting blood but also a hint of helplessness, in other words, being disappointed in someone.

To be honest, if these Japanese police had been a little more effective, there wouldn't have been a hairy high school student who rushed forward recklessly like a pig seeing a carrot when he saw the case, and was called the "savior of the Japanese police."

You have to know that they didn't take any of the evidence they found in the bathroom, and they were even thrown together to make it look more conspicuous, especially the Mantangtian badge that was bent and shattered by the bomb in the briefcase.

But even so, these Japanese police were still able to conclude that the criminal had installed the bomb on the bathroom door. I don't know if it's because the threshold for graduating from the Japanese police academy is too low, or if the food at the Metropolitan Police Department is too pampering.

Seeing that these Metropolitan Police Department policemen really took the wrong conclusions they had drawn from their own random guesses as the truth and were seriously trying to evacuate the crowd, Conan, who had been thinking of solving the case by hinting at the problem and providing assists, could no longer act and performed his traditional skills on the spot.

Taking advantage of the fact that most people in the front hall were attracted by the police's speech at this moment, Conan skillfully took out the anesthetic watch and easily knocked out his beloved father-in-law with one shot, causing him to fall into the corner. Then, taking advantage of the chaos caused by Mouri Kogoro's sudden fall, he found a corner to hide in, took out the bow voice changer and adjusted his voice to Mouri Kogoro's.

"No, Officer Megure. The real murderer hasn't been found yet. How can we let all the guests go back?" he said.

"Ah?" Officer Megure was stunned when he heard this, and then he reacted and said loudly in dissatisfaction, "Brother Maori, what are you talking about? Isn't this a random killing case of a bomb killer? What if the criminal has installed other bombs in the exhibition hall? Of course, we must evacuate the crowd immediately to ensure safety!"

"No, no, no, it's not what you think, Inspector." Conan imitated Maori Kogoro's usual speaking tone perfectly, "Excuse me, Inspector, have you carefully looked at the Manten Company badge that the investigators found at the explosion site?"

"Badge?" Inspector Megure hesitated for a moment, and immediately a uniformed investigation officer beside him handed over an evidence bag containing a charred and bent Manten badge.

"Inspector, please take a closer look." Conan raised his lips slightly. "As far as I know, this badge is a badge that is worn on the briefcases of employees of the Mantang Company. It is affixed to the side of the bag. But we can see that the badge is folded from the inside to the outside, which means that the impact force of the explosion was from the inside of the bag to the outside. It is obvious that the bomb was not installed on the bathroom door, but in the briefcase."

"In other words, this was a premeditated murder by explosion!"

"What!?" Inspector Megure was shocked.

"But considering the time constraints, let's just cut to the chase here. I'll just state the conclusion." Conan's tone slowed down a little. "First of all, we now know that the bomb was in a Mantang employee's briefcase, so the identity of the criminal can be limited to all the Mantang employees who attended the demo today."

"Secondly, we also know that the briefcase that killed the tall man was once stored in locker No. 98 at the front desk..."

"Wait!" Officer Megure stopped in time, "Brother Maori, how did you know that the briefcase was once stored in locker number 98?"

"Of course this is because..." Conan paused and continued in Maori Kogoro's voice, "Of course it's because I asked Conan to help ask."

"Ah~ Is it the little boy with glasses?" The receptionist behind the counter suddenly realized, "I remember he was followed by a handsome boy..."

At the same time, a low, suppressed gasp suddenly sounded from the crowd in the distance.

Feeling the force coming from his waist that was totally inconsistent with the girl's petite appearance, Qin Wuque gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He looked down at Shirley whose face was as cold as ice, then looked up at Mingmei whose face was full of resentment. He silently saluted in French military salute to show that he really had not done anything bad.

"That's Conan." Conan coughed lightly into the bow-tie voice changer and changed the subject. "So, Miss Receptionist, do you remember who deposited the package in locker No. 98?"

"Let me think about it..." The receptionist looked thoughtful.

"Note that I said deposit, not take." Conan emphasized.

"Hmm~"

The receptionist, who was also an employee of Mantiantang, pondered for a moment, and a glimmer of enlightenment seemed to flash in her eyes: "I think it was Mr. Takeshita! Because you dragged Nakajima and Ueda to cut in line today, and you were scolded by the boss at the time. It happened to be before the lady number 100, so I remember it very clearly!"

"Then who are you, Mr. Takeshita?" Inspector Megure looked around.

After a few seconds, a familiar figure timidly stepped out from the crowd holding a briefcase. "It's... it's me."

Qin Wuque took a glance and immediately raised his eyebrows. He suddenly realized that this Takeshita was the person who had bumped into him in the front desk hall before.

"So that means it was Mr. Takeshita who planned to kill the deceased?" Inspector Megure looked stern.

"No, no, I didn't!" Takeshita denied loudly.

"No, Officer Megure, Mr. Takeshita did not intend to kill the tall man." Conan said, "I think Mr. Takeshita might want to kill someone else - someone who made a deal with the tall man!"

"Deal?" Inspector Megure didn't understand.

"Well, the transaction may be another case." Conan said carelessly, "But I have a question for Mr. Takeshita. Since your briefcase No. 98 has been destroyed in the explosion, whose briefcase is the one you are holding now? What is the number?"

"Nine...Ninety-nine." Seeing that he could no longer pretend, Takeshita simply confessed.

"Well, No. 99. Then, Miss Receptionist, do you remember who the briefcase of No. 99 belongs to?" Conan asked again.

The receptionist looked embarrassed: "This... I don't remember clearly, I just remember that Takeshita Ueda and Nakajima were No. 97 to 99, and Takeshita was No. 98."

"That is to say, this briefcase No. 99 belongs to either Mr. Nakajima or Mr. Ueda." Conan analyzed in the voice of Maori Kogoro, "Then may I ask Mr. Ueda, what is the number of the briefcase in your hand?"

The person being questioned was a man who looked quite carefree and unconcerned. He was the one who came out of the elevator with Takeshita at the front desk lobby earlier. He had a permed hairstyle that was somewhat similar to that of Inspector Shiratori of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Mine? Let me see... uh, it's number ninety-seven." Ueda said.

"Number ninety-seven, huh?"

"Mouri Kogoro"'s tone seemed to relax, as if he was completely certain about the case. "Then here comes the last question. Who is Mr. Nakajima?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome young man, about the same age as Takeshita Ueda, walked out of the crowd, holding a bulging briefcase tightly in his arms. His face looked a little gloomy, as if a secret that he didn't want to be discovered had been dug out.

“I am Nakajima,” he said.

"Mr. Nakajima, could you open your briefcase and let us take a look?" Inspector Megure asked seriously.

"..." Nakajima was obviously reluctant, but after a moment of silence, he handed over the briefcase in his hand, "Whatever."

Officer Megure took the briefcase solemnly, opened it and was shocked: "This is..."

I saw that the bag was filled with bundles of tens of thousands of yuan in cash, neatly arranged.

"It seems the truth is clear now." Conan chuckled. "Mr. Takeshita didn't want to kill the deceased, but Mr. Nakajima who is still alive. So he took advantage of a chance to switch his number plate with Mr. Nakajima's. Because they were both in the 90s and adjacent numbers, Mr. Nakajima didn't notice it for a while."

"But what Mr. Takeshita didn't expect was that Mr. Nakajima would actually think of using the same method and conduct a private transaction with another person on the same day, which resulted in the number plate that was exchanged for the briefcase with the bomb falling into the hands of the deceased, leading to his accidental death."

"Takeshita, you..." Nakajima also understood at this time, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

The next moment, he was lifted up by the collar, and Takeshita's long-suppressed roar hit him in the face: "That's right! It's you! You are the one who should die, you bastard! Because it was you who killed Liang Mei!"

Before Takeshita could finish his words, he was dragged away by the arms by the police who came from both sides, but his roar was still heard by everyone present.

"Yoshimi?" Inspector Megure turned his head and looked at Ueda who seemed to be thinking about something.

“Well… how should I put it.” The seemingly casual Ueda was now hesitant. “Actually, when we were in college, the three of us were in a boxing club. Yoshimi was the manager of our boxing club at the time, and she was also Takeshita’s childhood sweetheart. We had been dating since junior high school, but later she got together with Nakajima. After the two broke up… she committed suicide.”

"So that's how it is..." Inspector Megure closed his eyes to indicate that there was no need to continue.

He has been working as a criminal police officer for so many years, and he has encountered at least eight hundred cases with similar motives, but every time he did, he felt extremely sad and at the same time extremely fortunate.

"So, the Minotaur must die." Qin Wuque lowered his voice and whispered softly in the crowd not far away.

"Then let's talk about another matter, Mr. Nakajima who luckily escaped."

At this moment, "Kogoro Mouri", who as usual should have woken up with a whimper after solving the case, suddenly said.

"Wha...what?" Nakajima seemed a little nervous.

"Of course it's the group of people you made a deal with!" Conan continued Maori Kogoro's voice and said loudly, "Mr. Nakajima, I advise you to tell the police all the details of the deal. Otherwise, they will never let you go on the grounds that you ruined the deal between you. If you confess, you can at least get the protection of the police. In a sense, you were also forced to make a deal with them. Do you understand what I mean?"

Conan was actually quite proud when he said this. He had tried to get information from Qin Wuque many times when they were working together, but had never succeeded.

On the one hand, Qin Wuque was too tight-lipped, and on the other hand, the fighting power of the two sides was too different. The result of forcing himself to be stubborn would only be that he would be beaten up and taught a lesson.

Then I will simply save the country in a roundabout way and start with the victims who are coerced by you.

What’s more, this happens right now in public, in front of the police. Do you have the guts to kill someone to silence him?

That's what Conan thought.

This feeling was like defeating a powerful opponent who had no way out of his situation. The pleasure of finally turning the tables after being humiliated several times was so great that Conan almost wanted to drill a hole in his temple with his fingers.

"I..." Nakajima hesitated, "I really don't know anything. The content they communicated to me was limited to the transaction content and amount. I don't know anything else."