Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

"No way... Brother Xiaofeng, you really have superpowers."

"What do you think?"

"..."

Conan is basically certain that Lin Xiaofeng possesses abilities that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. In the past, he was competitive and wanted to defeat Lin Xiaofeng, but Lin Xiaofeng was not even in the same dimension as him, so it was impossible.

"So, Brother Xiaofeng, since you have superpowers, tell me. Who killed this victim?"

"An accident, a wrongful killing."

"Accident!"

Conan has simulated the victim's situation: he made a deal with the staff of Mantang, but was blown up as a result.

As for the transaction method...

"Exchange number plates!"

Conan suddenly said decisively.

A horrific bombing and murder occurred at a famous game company's demo event; it would be impossible for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to have a lukewarm response, both morally and logically.

What's more, the person who called to report the case was none other than Kogoro Mouri, the famous detective in Japan at the time... and Conan, the mascot they had been fostering at home.

Police cars arrived at the Beika Hotel in less than ten minutes, and officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division, led by Inspector Megure, strode into the demo area.

They first gathered all the staff of all ages at the exhibition hall to the front desk reception area, and then sent people to ask each of them if they had noticed any unusual people at the time of the explosion.

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

That's right! This was a random bombing and murder incident!

Therefore, the culprit must be some kind of explosives killer!

When Inspector Megure announced this conclusion, Lin Xiaofeng, who was lurking in the crowd like a hooded assassin, paid special attention to Conan's expression as he stood next to Kogoro Mouri with the police officers not far away.

Unsurprisingly, it was the kind of expression that was a mix of spitting blood and a hint of helplessness—in short, a look of utter disappointment.

To be fair, if these Japanese police officers had put in even a little effort, they wouldn't have allowed that arrogant high school student who rushes headlong into a case like a pig seeing a carrot to be called the "savior of the Japanese police."

It's worth noting that none of the evidence they found in the restroom was taken away; in fact, they were all left together to make them more conspicuous, especially the Mantek badge that had been bent and blown apart by the bomb in the briefcase. Yet, even so, these Japanese police officers were still able to conclude that the criminal had planted the bomb on the restroom door.

Seeing that these Metropolitan Police Department officers actually believed their own wild guesses and were seriously trying to evacuate the crowd, Conan, who had been planning to solve the case by subtly providing assistance, could no longer keep up the act and immediately resorted to his traditional skills.

Taking advantage of the fact that most people in the lobby were focused on the police’s voice, Conan skillfully took out his tranquilizer watch and easily knocked out his beloved father-in-law with a single injection, causing him to fall to the corner. Then, taking advantage of the commotion caused by Kogoro Mouri’s sudden collapse, he found a corner to hide in, took out his bow tie voice changer and switched to Kogoro Mouri’s voice.

“No, Inspector Megure, the real culprit hasn’t been found yet. How can we let all the guests go home?” he said.

"Huh?" Inspector Megure was taken aback for a moment, then reacted and loudly complained, "What are you talking about, Mori? Isn't this a random killing by a bomb-wielding criminal? What if the criminal has planted other bombs in the exhibition area? Of course, we have to evacuate the crowd immediately to ensure safety!"

"No, no, no, it's not what you think, Inspector." Conan perfectly imitated Kogoro Mouri's usual tone of voice. "May I ask, Inspector, have you carefully examined the badge of the Mantendo Company that the investigators found at the explosion site?"

"A badge?" Inspector Megure hesitated for a moment, and immediately a uniformed investigator handed him an evidence bag containing a Mantendo badge that was charred and bent.

“Inspector, please take a closer look.” Conan’s lips curled up slightly. “As far as I know, this badge is a unique badge on the briefcases of employees of the Full Paradise Company. It’s affixed to the side of the bag. But we can see that the direction in which this badge is bent is from the inside out. In other words, the impact force generated by the explosion was from the inside of the bag to the outside. Obviously, the bomb was not placed on the bathroom door, but inside the briefcase.”

"In other words, this was a premeditated bombing murder!"

"What!?" Inspector Megure was shocked.

“However, considering the time constraints, let’s get straight to the point. I’ll get straight to the conclusion.” Conan’s tone softened slightly. “First, we now know that the bomb was in the briefcase of a Mantian employee, so the suspect’s identity can be narrowed down to all Mantian employees who attended the demo event today.”

"Secondly, we also know that the briefcase that killed the tall man was once kept in locker number 98 at the front desk..."

"Wait a minute!" Inspector Megure called out in time. "Mr. Mori, how did you know that briefcase was once stored in locker number 98?"

"That's because..." Conan paused, then continued in Kogoro Mouri's voice, "...because I asked Conan to ask for help."

"So that means Mr. Takeshita orchestrated the murder of the deceased?" Inspector Megure's expression turned grim.

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

“No, Inspector Megure, Mr. Takeshita truly didn’t intend to kill that tall man,” Conan said. “I think Mr. Takeshita might have wanted to kill someone else—someone who made a deal with that tall man!”

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"A transaction?" Inspector Megure didn't understand.

"Well, that's a separate case regarding the transaction," Conan said evasively. "But I have a question for Mr. Takeshita: since your briefcase number 98 was destroyed in the explosion, whose briefcase are you holding now? And what's its number?"

"Nine...ninety-nine." Seeing that he couldn't keep up the act any longer, Takeshita simply confessed.

"Hmm, number ninety-nine. So, miss, do you remember who owns the briefcase number ninety-nine?" Conan asked again.

The receptionist looked embarrassed: "Well... I don't remember very well. I only remember that Takeshita, Ueda, and Nakajima were numbers 97 to 99, and Takeshita was number 98."

"That means this briefcase number 99 belongs to either Mr. Nakajima or Mr. Ueda," Conan analyzed in Kogoro Mouri's voice. "Then, Mr. Ueda, what number is your briefcase?"

The man who was asked the question was a man who seemed to have a very easygoing and unpretentious personality. He was the same man who had come out of the elevator with Takeshita in the lobby earlier. He had a perm 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, is that right?"

Kogoro Mouri's tone seemed to have relaxed somewhat, as if he was completely certain about the whole case: "Then, the last question is, who is Mr. Nakajima?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man who looked somewhat handsome and was about the same age as Takeshita and Ueda stepped out from the crowd. He was tightly clutching a bulging briefcase and his expression seemed somewhat gloomy, as if a secret he didn't want to be discovered had been dug up.

“I am Nakajima,” he said.

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

"..." Nakajima was clearly reluctant, but after a moment of silence, he handed over his briefcase. "Whatever."

Inspector Megure solemnly took the briefcase, opened it, and was immediately taken aback: "This is..."

Inside, there were bundles of ten-thousand-yuan bills, neatly stacked in the bag.

"It seems the truth is quite 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 certain opportunity to switch his number plate with Mr. Nakajima's number plate. Since they were both in the nineties and were adjacent numbers, Mr. Nakajima didn't notice for a while."

"But what Mr. Takeshita didn't expect was that Mr. Nakajima would happen to think of using the same method to make a private deal with someone else on the same day, which led to the number plate that was switched and used to exchange for the briefcase containing the bomb falling into the hands of the deceased, resulting in the deceased's accidental death."

“Takeshita, you…” Nakajima finally understood, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

The next moment, he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, and what came out of his face was Takeshita's long-suppressed roar: "That's right! It was you! You're the one who should die! Because you killed Yoshimi!"

Before Takeshita could finish speaking, he was dragged away by police officers who arrived from both sides, one on each side, but his roar still reached the ears of everyone present.

"Yoshimi?" Inspector Megure turned around and looked at Ueda, who seemed to be deep in thought.

“Hmm… how should I put it?” Ueda, who seemed carefree, hesitated at this moment. “Actually, the three of us were in the same boxing club in college. Yoshimi was our boxing club manager at the time, and she was also Takeshita’s childhood friend. They had been lovers since junior high school, but later she got together with Nakajima, and after they broke up… she committed suicide.”

"I see..." Inspector Megure closed his eyes, indicating that there was no need to continue.

He has been a criminal investigator for many years, and he has encountered hundreds or even thousands of cases like this one, where the motive for the crime is unclear. But every time, he feels extremely heartbroken, yet also extremely fortunate.

"So you see, minotaurs always get their comeuppance, except for me." Lin Xiaofeng muttered in a low voice from the crowd not far away.

381. Xiaolan's transformation from a well-behaved girl to a dissolute individual.

After the incident was resolved, Sherry returned to the research institute.

Of course, this was Shirley's own request. She's very strict with herself; after playing around for so many days, it's time to get back to work. She still needs to continue the reverse engineering of APTX4869. She's a key figure in organizing this project; without her, it simply wouldn't have been possible.

Lin Xiaofeng didn't care. He was in charge of the research institute now, and it was Shirley's freedom to do whatever she wanted. He would give her complete freedom...

On a new day, in the morning, Lin Xiaofeng drove to the familiar business building in the city center.

After parking the car, we entered the office building.

As a whitelist user and regular customer of the Fei Yingli Law Firm, Lin Xiaofeng knew almost all the receptionists at the front desk on the first floor, even though they changed frequently. He took the elevator to the twelfth floor without any hindrance.

Hey~

The arrival time announcement chimed in the spacious elevator lobby, and the sturdy, metallic safety doors slowly opened to both sides.

Looking to the right after exiting the elevator, the glass doors of the law firm were unlocked, and the lights were on inside. It was clear that even on the weekend, the firm was only partially open, receiving clients, but there were still people there handling official business.

This is referred to as Eri Kisaki's solo overtime mode.

I wonder if I'll be busy today...

As Lin Xiaofeng thought this, he pushed open the front door and walked in. The inertia from opening and closing the door made the wind chimes hanging on the doorknob ring softly.

When he pressed the office doorknob to open it and looked inside, he saw Eri Kisaki, dressed in her usual business attire, sitting leisurely in her computer chair behind her desk, leaning back comfortably, her fingertips swiping across the screen of her phone as if she were browsing the news.

"Eri?"

Lin Xiaofeng walked in with some curiosity and gently closed the door behind him.

Aren't you busy today?

"Hmm~ It's alright, there really wasn't much going on today."

[Straight and neatly drawn to notice] Lin (2) came to the side of the young man, who had been sitting on the seat (reading the news) and was looking at the news. He put down his phone and slowly got up. He took half a step closer and leaned forward, raising his hand to cup Lin Xiaofeng's cheek.

"Summer vacation has been going on for many days now, and you only just thought of coming to see me today."

"I didn't dare to disturb Yingli's work."

Lin Xiaofeng skillfully wrapped his arms around the waist of the beautiful female lawyer.

Hearing this, Eri Kisaki smiled softly: "You're making excuses for yourself again. I know perfectly well that you have a whole bunch of women besides me."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Lin Xiaofeng shook his head. In fact, the number of women he had, even if added together, was only in the double digits, far less than the three palaces and six courtyards of ancient emperors. At the same time, his hands, which were wrapped around the beautiful woman's waist, skillfully began to slowly move downwards, supporting her and lifting her up. He walked step by step back to his desk.

Eri, realizing what was about to happen, laughed wryly.

She sat down at her usual work desk, then wrapped her arms around Lin Xiaofeng's neck, her eyes hazy as she raised her flushed face, her lips, carefully painted with lipstick, parted.

"Xiao Feng, whenever I stop working, I miss you and want to be loved by you."

"I'll love you right now, Eri..."

Without uttering many words, Lin Xiaofeng channeled the rest of his thoughts into his subsequent physical actions, grasping Attorney Fei's ankle, encased in stockings and suspenders, with overwhelming force...

……

With a telepathic connection, Xiaolan arrived at the business building where her mother's law firm was located in the center of Tokyo.

As Eri Kisaki's daughter, Ran was naturally on the agency's whitelist and, without any hindrance, took the elevator to the twelfth floor just like Lin Xiaofeng.

She knew her mother must be working at the firm today too.

However, just as Lu Xiaolan stepped out of the elevator, carefully pushed open the large door, and walked through the front desk of the office to the door of the manager's office, she suddenly stopped just as she was about to press the doorknob.

Through the thick, solid wood door that offered excellent sound insulation, she could hear the almost frantic noises coming from inside.

"Yingli..."

"Little Wind... um, Little Wind...!!!"

The sounds coming from inside the door continued to emanate.

Xiaolan was a good girl, of course, before she met Lin Xiaofeng.

The boys in my class started watching adult films in private at a young age and would deliberately try to get close to girls who were pretty and had good figures.

Girls would also try their best to put on makeup and make some new changes to their school uniforms so that they wouldn't look so monotonous, rigid, and serious at school, thus trying to attract some handsome, athletic, and high-achieving boys.

In a class of thirty or forty students, there are at least four or five couples, and most of them even go to love hotels on weekends.

Xiaolan had never taken the initiative to learn about these things; all her knowledge about them came from her classmates.

No, it wasn't even a revelation; I just happened to overhear it.

After all, every class has one or two social terrorists who are fearless of social death and don't care about other people's opinions. They can talk freely about sensitive topics even in public places like the classroom.

In particular, these people are often theoretical masters who, despite never having any practical experience, are extremely enthusiastic about boasting about their abilities and describing their imagined girlfriends and experiences that never actually happened.

Xiaolan couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood until she followed Lin Xiaofeng and went astray, transforming from a well-behaved girl into a dissolute one.

382. Although it's embarrassing, it's even more exciting.

Like the waves on a windy day, they crash against the rugged rocks on the shore, one after another. Sometimes a huge wave will come and violently crash in, smashing the hard surface of the rocks to pieces. The water splashes high into the air and then falls back into the sea.

Xiaolan stood blankly in front of the office door, her fingertips hovering less than three centimeters above the doorknob.

The office door, which could normally be pushed open with ease, now seemed to be separated by an indestructible barrier; the mere two centimeters or so felt like an insurmountable chasm.

That's right, she could simply press the doorknob and rush in to join the two inside.

But this is a law firm, which doesn't seem appropriate.

"⑦Mom, (she's really getting more and more decadent)." @Xiaolan couldn't help but complain. Her mother, who was always elegant and dignified, and always maintained a serious and earnest demeanor in front of others, is becoming more and more indulgent.