Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

The pale pink carpet was soaked in blood, and the old man's gray hair was scattered on the ground.

"Meow (Kudo Kid's power of death is really exaggerated)"

Banxia squatted in Xiaolan's arms, looked at the old man in the room who was lying in a pool of blood, and smacked his lips, the wisp of calamity just now seemed to make his five senses more acute.

"I think Master Hao Zang must have been killed forty or fifty minutes ago. You were the first to find out, Suzuki butler, right? Uncle Maori pulled out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from his hands, and said his judgment after the autopsy.

"That's right, it's me." Butler Suzuki nodded, and replied crisply.

Uncle Maori raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Forty or fifty minutes ago, it should have been eight o'clock, where were you then?"

"I've been in the restaurant around eight o'clock, preparing for dinner."

"Yes, yes, I remember the Suzuki butler tidying up the dishes right next to us." Xiaolan nodded and opened her mouth to testify for Suzuki's housekeeper.

Uncle Maori looked at the room and continued to ask, "Butler Suzuki, was the room locked when you came in?"

"That's right, you can't open the door without this key after locking it from the inside." As he spoke, he pulled a key out of his pocket.

"The windows won't open, and the only entrance is locked, which means it's a completely sealed room." Uncle Maori frowned, a little confused.

"Secret... Closed? Could it be that the master committed suicide? Miss Xia Jiang's sister covered her mouth, but even this could not hide the excitement in her voice.

Banxia looked at the people with different expressions, and suddenly found that except for Miss Xia Jiang, who was crying in Xiao Wu's arms, she was really sad for the old man, and none of the other people in the Qiben family had a sad expression on their faces.

"Meow (this old man has failed too much)"

Smelling the air around him that was finally fresh again, Banxia stretched and continued to listen to Uncle Maori's analysis.

"But, if it's suicide, there's something missing from this room that's as important as a corpse." Uncle Maori glanced at the crowd with different expressions, "That's the murder weapon." The cause of death was bleeding from a knife in the abdomen, but there was no murder weapon in this room.

"Could it be sharp ice? A scene that often comes in mystery novels. The murder weapon made of ice turned into water after a while. Miss Xia Jiang's brother-in-law clasped his hands on his chest and looked at the corpse lying on the ground with interest.

"Impossible, do people who commit suicide think about it so much?" Uncle Maori glanced at the yellow-haired boy with some disgust, and returned his attention to the corpse.

Banxia no longer paid attention to the rich children of the swords and swords in these languages, and jumped to the ground lightly. Not to mention, this carpet is really comfortable to step on, but it's a pity that it's contaminated with blood.

But who is the murderer? Banxia walked around a few people, and finally stopped in front of Ichiro Kimoto, who looked the most cowardly. This guy smells of blood, and it doesn't smell like it stumbled into the scene. Banxia narrowed his eyes and looked up and down. If nothing else, the murderer is him.

"It's suicide, it must be suicide." Miss Xia Jiang's brother-in-law was very excited, and his mind was already fantasizing about how to spend the large inheritance he inherited.

"No, he killed him." Conan, who was crouching by the door, put his hands on his lap, "It's obvious why." "

It's you kid again

, you..." "Dad, can you listen to Conan first?" Xiaolan interrupted Uncle Maori with a loud voice.

"Well, you can see it from the door frame." Conan was slightly stunned, and didn't think much about it, or he had put all his thoughts into reasoning.

Conan pointed to the blood spots on the doorframe, "Look, there's blood dripping on the doorframe here. If Grandpa committed suicide by closing the door, how could there be blood stains here? So Grandpa must have been killed while the door was open. "

Well, that makes sense." Uncle Maori, who was squatting down, slapped his palms and suddenly realized, "Master Hao must have been killed by the murderer with a knife as soon as he opened the door."

"And who locked the door?" The brother-in-law raised the doubts mentioned earlier.

"Ahh Who could it be? "

You can't do it." The brother-in-law looked at Uncle Maori with suspicion written on his face.

Seeing that Uncle Maori was still confused, Conan could only stare at the dead fish with a helpless face, raised his foot and gently kicked Uncle Maori's calf, and then pointed to the corpse lying on the ground.

"Ahh I get it! The one who locked the door was none other than the master himself! He must have locked the door from the inside to avoid the killer, and finally died of exhaustion. Uncle Maori pointed to the corpse on the ground, revealing an expression of "worthy of me".

"In this way, all the doubts have a reasonable explanation." The brother-in-law touched his chin.

"Uncle is so powerful, he deserves to be a detective." Conan praised with a clear conscience.

"Wahahahaha, but, in this way, isn't everyone suspicious? The time of the crime was eight o'clock, but before half past seven, Miss Xia Jiang and the three of us were already chatting in the restaurant. Uncle Maori recalls the previous scene.

"And the Suzuki butler was right next to us to pack up the dishes. In other words, the murderer was one of the seven of you who were not in the restaurant at the time! Uncle Maori turned around and pointed to the seven people gathered around the door, "By the way, Butler Suzuki, did you notice anything wrong or special when you came in?"

The Suzuki butler tilted his head and thought about it, and took out a red flower from his pocket, "Speaking of which, I found this flower on the ground before entering the door. "

This flower! Isn't this the flower I pinned to Xiao Wu with my own hands? Miss Xia Jiang seemed to hear a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and stared blankly at the flowers in the hands of the Suzuki butler.

"It turned out to be you, Xiao Wu! No wonder you came back to the restaurant so late. Miss Xia Jiang's sister crossed her hands on her hips and smiled sarcastically.

"Sister, you're joking, I went late just because I was thinking about things in my room." Xiao Wu pretended to be calm and scratched the back of his head, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Ichiro Hatamoto's mother.

"Xiao Wu, don't struggle anymore. Just now your dad was arguing in the house, and I heard it all. Actually, you are the son of Yuo Caicheng! I'm not wrong. "

What!" As soon as these words were spoken, except for Xiaolan and them, everyone looked incredulous.

Brave Fortune City? Banxia blinked, and many business war novels that he had read in his previous life flashed in his mind, hiss-Could this be the story of the legendary loser's son who changed his face and soaked in the daughter of a despicable successful man back then?

Obviously, Uncle Maori was equally confused, "Brave Fortune City? Who's that? "

He is the chairman of Caicheng Industries, which committed suicide after his father took the company away ten years ago. Later, I heard that his wife had died of illness a year later, and his only son had been sent to an orphanage. "

It's... Is this true? Xiao Wu! Xia Jiang rushed to Xiao Wu's side, his face was a little ugly.

Looking at Xia Jiang's expression that seemed to be falling apart, Xiao Wu froze in place, and it took a long time to grit his teeth and squeeze out a few words from his mouth, "That's right, I am the son of Caicheng Yongfu, Caicheng Takehiko!" But, but I..."

Uncle Maori put his hands in his pockets, and his voice was mixed with a hint of anger, "In order to avenge your father, that's why you approached Miss Xia Jiang, and you want to take the opportunity to infiltrate the Qiben family to take revenge on the rich master, right!"

"I didn't! I didn't kill anyone! Xiao Wu wanted to chase Miss Xia Jiang who ran away crying, but was pulled by Shoji Qimoto, who was standing on the side, with his backhand.

Banxia simply glanced at it twice and understood what this group of people thought, no matter what, this kind of thing needs a scapegoat, and Xiao Wu, who is currently the most suspected, can perfectly fit this role.

Not to mention that Xiao Wu, as the husband of Qiben Xia Jiang, the original heir of the Qiben Group, as long as his murderous behavior is confirmed, Miss Xia Jiang, who should inherit the group, will be kicked out of the list of heirs. In this way, these people will also be able to share the great inheritance, instead of only getting a pitiful share of soup and water as they are now.

"Now, you can stay in the warehouse for now, and when you get to Tokyo tomorrow, I'll send you to prison." Miss Xia Jiang's brother-in-law slammed the iron door of the warehouse and simply plugged in the deadbolt.

As the sound of the door bolt falling, the people of the Qiben family suddenly seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, they all looked a lot more relaxed, and even joked with each other on the way back to the restaurant, and they couldn't see the grief of the old man's death at all.

"We're so lucky, auntie." Xia Jiang's sister picked up the juice in front of her, "Fortunately, Xiao Wu killed his grandfather, so they can't interfere in the matter of inheritance now."

"Yes, in this way, the Qiben Group will soon belong to my husband." She glanced at her husband, "And Ichiro can also show his talent in painting, and the Qiben Group will be yours in the future."

Hearing this, Xia Jiang's brother-in-law was suddenly unhappy, and slammed his fist on the table, "Listen to you, do you want to swallow grandpa's inheritance alone?"

"Don't worry, I won't forget to share some of you." Ichiro Hatamoto's mother covered her mouth and smiled, her face full of pride.

"Sister, this is not good, my father just died, and you are here to quarrel about the inheritance." Shoji Qimoto couldn't stand it, and stood up to persuade him.

But the woman didn't give him face at all, and said sarcastically, "Hmph, don't say it so righteously, don't think I don't know." In order to open a store, you secretly ran to borrow money from your father, but he scolded you fiercely, right! "

I'm sorry, there is something I need to tell you, the lord has made a will a long time ago just in case. The specific situation will be announced in the company early tomorrow morning. Butler Suzuki walked slowly in front of everyone and slowly glanced at the expressions of the crowd.

Hearing this, everyone began to panic, and they all thought of a figure.

"According to the instructions of the will, the Qiben Group will be handed over to Miss Xia Jiang to manage."

"Damn..."

Banxia really didn't want to listen to these guys' bastards anymore, so she silently jumped off the table and walked out of the restaurant with her tail flicking. On the way to the restaurant, he had already told Xiaolan that the murderer was Ichiro Hatamoto, but because there was no evidence, there was nothing one could do about him. can only let Xiaolan follow Ichiro Kimoto first, and always pay attention to him for any other movements.

The moonlight shone on the deck, and Banxia shivered fiercely as he felt the cold of the sea breeze through his hair, and at the same time expelled the drowsiness from his body. Looking at Xia Jiang, who was lying on the side of the railing and crying bitterly, Banxia silently walked to her side and gently pulled her skirt.

"It's half a summer." Xia Jiang gently picked up the tabby cat squatting at his feet, gently buried his face in the hair on Banxia's back, and slowly squatted down against the railing.

"I've always believed in Xiao Wu so much, and we've made so many good memories together. But I didn't expect Xiao Wu to marry me for revenge. I'm so sad, I... I don't trust anyone anymore.

Banxia silently felt the hair on her back wet with raging tears, stretched out her tongue and gently licked Xia Jiang's arm holding her. Banxia, who couldn't communicate with her, could only choose to use this powerless way to try to convey a trace of comfort to Xia Jiang.

"But I believe in Brother Xiao Wu, Brother Xiao Wu must not be the murderer of Grandpa Haozang. He is the husband chosen by Xia Jiang's sister, how can he be a bad person?

Conan put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to Miss Xia Jiang, who was holding Banxia and crying, hesitated for a moment, and finally handed out a pack of facial tissues.

"Really... Are you sure? Miss Xia Jiang raised her head, revealing her eyes that were already red from crying.

"Of course, the murderer can't be Brother Xiao Wu. After the real murderer wiped the blood in front of the door, it was impossible not to notice the corsage that fell on the ground... Wait, what's the sound?

Conan jerked his head in the direction of the sound, and he faintly heard the sound of a heavy object falling into the water below the deck, followed by what sounded like Ran's voice, and a loud bang.

Banxia opened her eyes suddenly, broke free from Miss Xia Jiang's embrace, and rushed to the stairs not far away. Sure enough, as he expected, the second loud bang was the sound of Xiaolan raising her foot and kicking Ichiro Hagimoto into the wall of the cruise ship.

Looking at Miss Xia Jiang and her brother-in-law, who were stunned not far away, Banxia raised one of her front paws to cover her face and sighed. It shouldn't be that Xiaolan was too violent and scared them.

"Xiaolan, what are you doing here?" Xia Jiang, who was originally stunned in place, showed a hesitant gaze after a moment, and his gaze moved back and forth between Xiaolan and Ichiro Kimoto.

"The murderer is Ichiro Hagimoto!" Xia Jiang's brother-in-law also recovered from his sluggishness, and pointed to Ichiro Kimoto who fainted in the corner with an excited face, "He was bumped into by me when he wanted to deal with the murder weapon just now, and as a result, he was going to kill me!" Soon

, the crowd appeared on deck one after another. Forced by Xiaolan's previous kick, Ichiro Qimoto finally revealed his act of killing the old man and his love for Miss Xia Jiang.

Banxia looked at Xia Jiang who was rushing towards the door of Xiao Wu's warehouse, and sniffed the aroma of killing intent that reappeared in the air, and couldn't help but sigh. Before leaving, let Xiaolan remind Miss Xia Jiang to be careful of these so-called relatives of hers, after all, she has also spent a lot of time in her fragrant and soft arms.