Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

Maoli held his chin up and recalled all the details in his mind.

In the underground vault, in addition to the manuscript paper, there was also an open pen in Dianye's other hand. It seemed that Dianye was planning to write something but did not write it.

Is it too late to write?

If you think in another person's shoes...

As the thunder and rain sounded, Maori frowned and fell into thought.

"Um..." Chiba Koishikawa appeared at the door of the living room holding a candlestick. Seeing Maori reading her novel, she said embarrassedly, "It looks weird, right? I've been doing this job since I graduated from high school. To be honest, I have no life experience at all. The stories are all my imagination..."

"Many famous authors started writing before they even graduated from high school," Mao Li said with a smile. "Even if your book is just random thoughts, it looks pretty good. You are really talented."

"Really? I'm really not qualified to write love stories," the woman said with a wry smile. "I've never been in love before. I'm just a woman who stays at home and thinks about things. How can the books I write be worth reading? The stories in the books are all lies..."

"It's nothing. It's not nonfiction. There must be a reason why your book is so popular. At least I like it." Mao Li shrugged. "I rarely read romance novels, so my taste is quite picky. Your novel is really well written."

"But I don't want to read that kind of book..." Xiaoshichuan Qianbo was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Are you hungry? I'll cook something for you."

"Ah, that's not necessary." Mao Li stood up and said, "It will be dawn soon. We will leave soon."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," Xiaoshichuan Qianbo said with a bitter look on his face, shaking his head and smiling, "Don't look at me like this, I am a homebody."

"Then I'd rather obey you than be disrespectful." Maori had no choice but to follow Koishikawa Chinami.

The food storage room was not in the villa, but in another small house behind the house. The two of them walked through the heavy rain with umbrellas, but they were still almost soaked when they arrived at the storage room.

"Are you okay?" Chiba Koishikawa wiped the water stains.

"It's just a little wet, but it's okay." Maori looked around the storage room with a flashlight and found that there were quite a few things, including a refrigerator in the corner.

Seeing the woman taking eggs out of the refrigerator, he asked uncertainly, "Can eggs still be eaten?"

"Sure, there's still electricity, so it doesn't matter if we leave it alone for a short while," Xiaoshichuan Qianbo said with a smile, "How about making egg drop soup?"

"Yeah." Maori nodded softly and said nothing.

The woman only comes to the villa at the end of every month. What he wanted to ask was whether eggs could still be eaten after a month, but the woman gave a completely irrelevant answer.

This is a problem of thinking. In the woman's subconscious mind, the eggs were prepared by her recently.

In other words, three days ago, Chinami Koishikawa and Tenno came to the villa, and it was at that time that the eggs were put into the refrigerator.

The case is already quite clear, the remaining problem is the manuscript paper that Tianye was holding in his hand before his death.

Following Chinami Koishikawa returning to the villa kitchen with an umbrella, Maori's thoughts became clearer. He sighed as he looked at the woman who was busy like a housewife.

If only there had been no murder...

"What's wrong?" After making the egg drop soup, Chinami Koishikawa saw Maori staring at her. Her face turned slightly red, and soon became gloomy again.

To the famous detective Maori, she was no longer a beautiful person of the opposite sex, but just a criminal who had committed murder...

"Wake up that little girl," Chiba Koishikawa said with a forced smile, "I have my share of preparations for her as well."

……

When they returned to the living room, Ai was still sleeping soundly. Maori didn't wake her up, but just drank egg drop soup beside her.

"It tastes really good. Miss Qianbo is not only a good novelist, but also makes delicious egg drop soup..."

"It's nothing, I just did it casually." Koishikawa looked embarrassed and said.

"If you get married, you will definitely make a good wife."

Mao Li finished his egg drop soup and looked at Xiao Ai who was still sleeping. His expression gradually became serious: "But why would you sacrifice your life for a scumbag?"

"Eh?" The smile on Koishikawa's face froze, and he looked at Maori with some difficulty reacting.

"Ms. Chinami, you have dated Mr. Tenno, and it was you and him who came to the villa three days ago, right?" Maori looked directly at Koishikawa.

"Why are you saying that suddenly?" Koishikawa avoided his gaze and laughed dryly, "I came here last month..."

"A month ago?"

"Correct."

"Did you put those eggs in the refrigerator a month ago?" Mao Li shook his head. "Ms. Qianbo, you will be a good wife, but you are not a liar. From the beginning to now, there are loopholes everywhere in what you said. It's not just about the eggs. Your thoughts in other aspects are also different from those of ordinary people."

Chiba Koishikawa did not refute, but she also did not admit it, she just kept laughing dryly.

"Perhaps you didn't notice," Maori continued, "Mangu No's footprints when he first entered the house went all the way from the entrance to the outside of the safe. Your luggage was placed in the living room. You probably went directly to the safe to check the situation as soon as you arrived at the villa. Usually criminals have the possibility of returning to the crime scene. It's not surprising that you are anxious to confirm whether Tenno died as expected."

"I……"

"Also, what do you think most people would think about Mr. Tanno being hit on the head?" Maori didn't want the woman to continue to quibble, "At least my idea is that the criminal attacked Tanno first and then locked him in the vault. What you find strange is that the door was locked, so how could Tanno be beaten... It's not wrong to think so, but don't you think this is an indirect admission that you closed the door?

"You probably still don't understand what happened to Mr. Tenno's injury? In fact, there is only one possibility, that he hit himself. I'm afraid his purpose is not to let this incident be judged as an accident."

Mao Li looked at Chiba Koishikawa who could no longer laugh and said, "And the manuscript paper that Mr. Tenno was holding before he died. If you put yourself in his shoes, it should be easy to understand."

Chiba Koishikawa looked at the crumpled manuscript paper and said in confusion, "Is there anything special about this? Just because it's my original manuscript, does that mean I'm the culprit?"

"Of course not. I always thought that the message left by Mr. Tenno was related to the content on the manuscript paper. However, when Mr. Tenno was locked in the vault, nothing could be seen inside. He just picked up a piece of paper at random."

Mao Li took out the pen that was next to Tenno at the crime scene and said, "This is the pen from the scene. There is still ink in it. Since it has nothing to do with the content on the manuscript paper, why didn't he write something himself? He should know who locked him up. Even if he doesn't know the name, he can always write something.

"But in the end, he didn't write anything. He just opened the pen cap and grabbed a piece of paper. If we were him, what would we think? The only possibility is that he knew it would be useless if he wrote it. He knew that the murderer would definitely find his body first, so he didn't write anything. This is the message he left behind."

Chiba Koishikawa stared at Mori's reasoning in a daze and swallowed involuntarily.

"There is also evidence," Maori continued, "Only one of Mr. Tenno's slippers was found at the scene. Three days ago, before the vault door was closed, no one knew who took one of the slippers. Who would do such a thing..."

Maori looked at the slippers hidden in the corner of the living room by the big dog: "Manguno still likes to play pranks."

Chiba Koishikawa had never expected this. She looked at the ignorant big dog with a trembling voice and said, "But maybe it was bitten out today..."

"There are no traces of Manguno's footprints in the vault, Ms. Chinami."

Maori's voice softened as he looked at the woman who was blinking back tears.

If he hadn't come to borrow the phone, and if the police had been a little more confused, the woman might have had a small chance of escaping.

Koishikawa Chinaba turned her head away, not wanting Maori to see her crying, and laughed at herself, "Really? All my plans have gone to waste... Why did it turn out like this? I always write happy endings, but what's the point of my life?"

Mao Li thought about it, then reached out and patted Chinami on the shoulder.

"Ms. Chinaba, I don't know what happened between you and Mr. Tenno, but in your novel, an innocent girl was toyed with by a playboy... Creators, especially novelists, like to use themselves or people they are familiar with as prototypes for their creations, so I think that girl is you, Ms. Chinaba?"

Koishikawa acquiesced without responding, and said painfully and sentimentally: "But I don't regret killing Tenno, I just... for that kind of man, why... why must I sacrifice my life?"

"How old is Ms. Qianbo now?"

"28 years old……"

"She's still young, isn't she? Ms. Qianbo is so beautiful and a good person. Not only can she write such a great novel, but she also makes such delicious egg drop soup... Ms. Qianbo will definitely have a happy ending in the end."

Maori encouraged.

Xiaoshichuan Qianbo smiled, her eyes becoming redder: "But..."

"No buts, Ms. Qianbo. It's still early. Do you mind if I teach you a lesson?"

"……Eh?"

……

8 years ago, on a dark and cold night, the northern land was covered with white snow. The beautiful scenery of the snowy country during the day could not be seen, and people could only feel the biting cold of the north.

On this snowy night like any other, something unusual happened in a small village called Kitazawa in Niigata. No one could have expected that these things would change the fate and future of so many people and families. No one could have expected that these things would come back eight years later, bringing new turmoil and crisis to the peaceful Kitazawa Village.

Darkness and coldness enveloped Beize Village. On the deserted road, a sharp horn and a scream were heard, but they did not attract the attention of the villagers, and the night immediately returned to dead silence.

In the vast snowy desert, a boy of 7 or 8 years old was running away in fear, breathing heavily and exhaling white smoke. As the boy ran, he left footprints of varying depths on the snow, which was stained gray by the night.

The falling snow blurred the boy's eyes. The person chasing him was getting closer and closer! The dark shadow was chasing him closely!

To the helpless boy, this dark shadow that constantly pushed him into despair was as terrifying as the god of death...

The boy looked back in horror, but before he could see the man's expression, he slipped and fell off the cliff.

The boy fell off the cliff and hit his head on a hard rock. Bright red blood flowed down his cheeks, dyeing the snow in the dark night red.

The dark figure standing on the edge of the cliff was also breathing heavily because of the nervous pursuit of the boy just now.

He glanced slightly downwards at the bottom of the cliff and found that the boy had fainted. He looked around to make sure that there was no other person around. Deciding that the boy would soon die in this condition, he fled in a hurry and blended into the dark snowy night.

On a quiet night in the north, the wind blew the snow and made a low hum, as if it was expressing anger and sadness for the tragedy it had witnessed. The boy, with blood all over his face, slightly opened and closed his lips that were frozen blue, trying to call out "Mom...Mom..."

Chapter 198

Time flies and it’s eight years later. After entering December, the weather in Tokyo has become colder and colder.

Somewhere in Tokyo, even in this harsh winter, the place is bustling with activity because of the upcoming opening ceremony of the new Totoshi Line.

Asakura, the re-elected Tokyo governor, insisted on attending the opening ceremony of the new Touto Line as scheduled, even though he received a mysterious threatening letter and the identity of the sender has not yet been found out.

"I am issuing you an unjustifiable warning regarding your arrogant and disrespectful four years in office. We are ready to sentence you, a traitor, to death. The power over Governor Asakura's life and death is already in our hands." This was the threatening letter Governor Asakura received.

However, despite this anonymous letter that pointed the finger at Governor Asakura and even posed a serious death threat, there was still no clue about the culprit, which gave the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department a headache.

Originally, when the criminal's identity was unknown and his murderous intent was strong, everyone suggested that Governor Asakura should not attend the opening ceremony of the Touto Line to avoid danger. However, because Governor Asakura insisted on attending, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had to make full preparations and fully arrange personnel to do a good job of protection.

This concerns the safety of Governor Asakura, and as a special adviser to the Metropolitan Police Department, Mori certainly cannot stay out of it.

However, because Maori went there, Conan also learned about the threatening letter and the opening of the road today.

Conan couldn't help but sigh again. According to what Maori said, Conan thought that, just as Inspector Megure and the others were worried about, this mysterious threatening letter came from an unknown source and did not look like a simple prank.

Something might happen at the opening ceremony of the new Touto Line, so we must remain alert at all times.

Although Mao Li had discussed this with me, and he had planned to take me to the scene, I couldn't go to the opening ceremony today.

"Will there be aliens at the space exhibition?" Kojima Genta, who was sitting next to Conan, suddenly shouted loudly, scaring Conan who was in deep thought.

Conan found that the other two, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya and Ayumi Yoshida, also followed Kojima Genta and turned their gazes to him. Conan twitched his mouth helplessly and laughed, "I think there are aliens in the universe, but there probably won't be any real aliens at today's space exhibition."

"Oh, so that's the case. If we want to see real aliens, do we have to take a spaceship to a place far away from the earth?" After hearing what Conan said, Ayumi muttered with disappointment.

Mitsuhiko quickly comforted him: "When the doctor builds a spaceship for us, we can go find aliens."

"Really? Then should we learn the alien language first? Otherwise, we won't be able to communicate when we meet the aliens." Ayumi looked as if she was about to meet the aliens and make friends.

Conan was watching the live broadcast of the opening ceremony with his mobile phone in his hand, but he could only sit in Dr. Agasa's little beetle car and listen to the three members of the Junior Detective League, Mitsuhiko, Genta and Ayumi, excitedly discussing the science popularization activities of the space exhibition they were going to participate in, and how to build a spaceship to meet aliens.

Dr. Agasa did not correct or clarify the three little kids' nonsense, but just smiled happily: "It seems that Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta are very interested in the universe and aliens. They will definitely like this science popularization activity."

Conan sighed helplessly and could only continue to stare nervously at the mobile phone in his hand to watch the live broadcast of the opening ceremony.

The camera was slightly shaken because there were too many people bumping into each other, which shows that there were quite a lot of reporters present. From the slightly shaking camera, the entire new subway station platform was already crowded with people and noisy. Conan looked at this live broadcast scene and really didn't understand how the criminal would carry out the content of the threatening letter in this case?

Although the criminal has not taken any other actions so far except sending the threatening letter, Conan always feels that the criminal deliberately sent such an arrogant and arrogant threatening letter. He always feels that he is the type of criminal who prefers to show off and cause a big riot. Such a criminal is likely to choose to create a riot at the opening ceremony where a large number of reporters gather to show off himself.

So, was the purpose of this criminal sending the threatening letter to Governor Asakura just to coordinate with his subsequent actions to cause a riot, or did he really want to kill Governor Asakura?

Conan frowned and stared at the live broadcast on the mobile phone screen. He always felt that this mysterious criminal hiding in the darkness must be watching all this coldly in some dark corner.

Conan was thinking, at this time the live camera was focused on the smiling Governor Asakura. He really deserves to be the governor of Tokyo. Even though he received such a threatening letter and his life was likely to be threatened, he remained so calm.

How can I put it? A first-rate politician...

The live broadcast camera was slightly pulled back, from a single-person shot of Governor Asakura to a multi-person shot, and also included people from the Metropolitan Police Department who were responsible for protecting Governor Asakura, including Officer Megure, Officer Shiratori, Officer Sato, and Detective Takagi.

Of course, Maori was also photographed. He was standing less than two meters behind and to the right of Governor Asakura, which was the best place to protect him.

Whether it was the security personnel around or Officer Megure and Officer Shiratori, they all looked very focused and alert, and were in a state of complete defense, even Maori. Conan frowned slightly. If there were any suspicious people around now, Maori would definitely be able to sense it.

In other words... the criminal did not appear at the opening ceremony?

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. Although the criminal this time seems to be someone who wants to show off and cause a commotion, the criminal who was able to send such a mysterious threatening letter and made the Metropolitan Police Department have no clue about his identity and motives is also a person with a meticulous mind and rigorous behavior. He would not choose to act openly in a place with so many people, not to mention that there are so many security forces on the subway platform now.

So, where and how would this cunning criminal choose to kill Governor Asakura? If he didn't kill Governor Asakura while he was still on the subway platform, how would the criminal kill him after Governor Asakura got on the subway, on the first train of the Touto Line that only a few people could take?

It wasn't just Conan who was anxious. From the live broadcast, Inspector Megure and the others also showed anxious expressions, and even Maori had a serious look.

Governor Asakura, with a smile on his face, has already arrived in the carriage of the first train on the Touto Line. After accepting the applause and welcome from other relevant personnel who had been waiting in the carriage, Governor Asakura announced the start of the first train and felt the speed of the new subway line with everyone in the slowly starting first train.

"Nothing will happen." Ai, who was beside Conan, noticed that Conan had been staring at the screen of his mobile phone to watch the live broadcast since just now. He looked like a good student who cared about national affairs. He also looked worried about the country and the people, as if he was thinking hard about something.

"After all, the uncle is there..."

"The threatening letter said 'everything is ready, only east wind is missing', what exactly does the criminal want to do?" Conan did not take his eyes off the phone screen, as if he was asking Ai, or talking to himself. The other three members of the Junior Detective Team knew nothing, and after a heated discussion on the space exhibition, they sang the Teitan Elementary School song.

It’s great to have a carefree child…