Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"What are you thinking?" Xiaolan

glanced at Xia Jiang, who was sitting not far away, leaned over and asked in a low voice.

What do you think? Banxia glanced at Xue Meiniang, who had regained her composure, shook her head, and did not speak.

"Here are some of the clues found in the homes of those missing researchers. Xiao Wu took out several file bags of different thicknesses from the study and spread them out on the table. Each file bag is marked with the name of the person and the time and place of the last seen.

Seeing this thing, Banxia temporarily put aside thinking about Xue Meiniang's strange behavior before, and now the top priority is to find the group of missing people first.

There are a lot of files, but they are of little use, neither the communication devices found in the room nor the recording devices have found any strange messages, and there are no traces of a fight in the room except for individual files. Upon inquiry, no one saw anyone dressed in black near their homes.

Just as a man and a cat frown at the file, a sudden email breaks the deadlock.

"Where did this photo come from?" Xia Jiang looked at the unfamiliar mailbox, frowned, and was about to delete him as spam, but suddenly caught a glimpse of half a bracelet on the corner of the photo.

"Isn't this Miss Michiko's bracelet?" Xiao Wu turned his head sideways, looking at the strangely shaped jade bracelet in the photo with a surprised expression, as Xia Jiang's husband, he also knew this researcher who had been close to Xia Jiang since childhood.

"Michiko?" Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Xiaolan quickly flipped through the files on the desktop, and finally found a file with "Sawada Michiko" written on it at the bottom.

"Miss Michiko too..."

Banxia didn't pay attention to the few people who were talking, but leaned over to Xia Jiang's mobile phone and looked at the photos carefully.

The photograph appears to be taken from the window of a room in a hurry, perhaps because it is too anxious, and the outside scene occupies only two-thirds of the entire photo, and the remaining one-third is occupied by a wall covered with light gray patterned wall coverings. Through the reflection of the window glass in the photo, it is vaguely visible that there seem to be other people in the room.

Perhaps, this is the distress signal sent by Miss Michiko.

The same conjecture soon appeared in the minds of the others, Xia Jiang first sent a copy of the photo to Xiaolan and the police's mailbox, and then asked Xiao Wu to find a printer and print it out as a larger photo.

"This photo must have been taken not long ago. Xiaolan looked at the shooting time at the bottom of the photo, and then looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

"That's right, but there's no hint on the picture, and we can't even be sure if it's Tokyo. Soon

, Xia Jiang began to hang his head. She was right, there was nothing in the photo except for a featureless intersection, a row of shops with unclear signs, and three ordinary office buildings carved out of a mold, oh, there was a white line in the sky...

Wait, white line? Banxia was suddenly stunned, staring carefully at the white line on the photo, with a smile on his face, and a breakthrough in the matter appeared.

......

"Are you sure you can find Miss Michiko this way?" Xiaolan frowned, looking at the crowded hall in front of her, her face full of suspicion. She couldn't understand why Banxia thought of coming to the airport to look for clues, but she was at a loss anyway, so it was better to see what Banxia wanted to do.

"Find a schedule for today's flights, and a map of Japan. Banxia hid in his backpack and continued to give orders, commanding Xiaolan step by step like playing a game.

Soon, what Banxia wanted was placed in front of him.

"Meow (from northwest to southeast...) From northwest to southeast...

Banxia lay on the timetable, browsing, whispering as he browsed. The white thread he saw in the photo was the mark left by the plane, and with this clue, the ball of yarn that was originally haphazardly wound appeared at the end of a thread, and the cocoon was just peeled off underneath.

Banxia looked at the map, in his mind, virtual lines connected the destinations on the map, and all the flight routes in the sky after three o'clock wrapped the map in his mind tightly. Removing most of the places with very different architectural styles, Banxia began to carefully scrutinize it in several cities.

However, things are not as simple as he imagined.

Until Banxia flipped through the entire timetable, he still couldn't find a flight that could perfectly match the photo from northwest to southeast at three o'clock today. Either there is some flaw in the timing, or there is something wrong with the direction.

"Meow? (Could it be that I was wrong?, but judging from the shadow of the sun, the direction of the plane is indeed from the northwest to the southeast, there is no problem, what is the problem?)" Banxia recalled the previous photo and frowned.

At this moment, a group of tourists walked out of the waiting hall not far away, and their conversation attracted Banxia's attention.

"Really, what the hell are they doing with Qitian Airlines, how did they tell us that there was a problem with the plane and sent us back halfway through, it's really disappointing..."

"Xiaolan, go and ask which plane they were forced to return.

Banxia typed a line on his mobile phone, looking at the group of people with admiration in their eyes.

"SQ1895" Xiaolan quickly got the answer.

"Meow? (Tokyo to Sapporo?)"

Banxia looked at the map and thought carefully, if the plane had returned to Narita Airport, it would probably be in this position when this photo was taken. Banxia drew a circle on the map, circled one place, and began to search carefully on another, more detailed map.

It took ten minutes for Banxia to find all the office buildings that were more than three connected together in the entire area, and planed out the different body shapes, leaving only three possible places.

"If nothing else, let's take a look at these places and we should find something.

Banxia rubbed his somewhat swollen head, climbed onto his backpack and lay motionless inside.

"It's been a lot of work. Xiaolan stuffed all kinds of maps into her bag, rushed out of the airport, and called Xia Jiang at the same time, "Sister Xia Jiang, we have found a clue about Miss Michiko." According to our reasoning, Miss Michiko is likely to be near one of these three addresses..."

"Well, Xiaolan, I have good news for you, just ten minutes before you called, Michiko she had already called me. The voice on the phone was filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

"Did the police get them out?" Xiaolan was a little surprised.

"It's not true, Michiko said that they were taken away by an underworld organization called the Inari Society, but they didn't do anything other than make sure they couldn't contact the outside world, and that was that people would come to negotiate terms with them every day and try to make a deal with them. Later, today, for unknown reasons, they suddenly released everyone. Xia Jiang told Xiaolan what he heard from Michiko's mouth.

"Deal, what deal do they want to make?" Xiaolan asked in a low voice as she glanced at Banxia, who seemed to be asleep in her backpack.

"It seems to be helping them write a program, and the deal of the medical researchers seems to be helping them synthesize a compound. After the initial excitement, Xia Jiang's voice calmed down again, "The price they offer is very high, I think someone must have agreed to their deal, otherwise they wouldn't have released someone suddenly." "

Did the police go check on what Inari would be?"

The Inari Society is a registered society, and they say that they have not had any contact with the researchers. Michiko's members who they had met were determined not to be true members of the Inari Society after some searching.

"Tell her, send me the address, I'll check it when I'm free." Banxia yawned and wrote on her phone.

He couldn't figure out why that organization was operating in such a strange way. Arresting people and releasing people, even if they put on the vest of the Inari Society, it still doesn't conform to the rules of the organization in Banxia's eyes. They shouldn't try to lower their sense of existence, and looking for talent is also a shot in the head, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Is it right? Are they going to be exposed to the sun? Or is it because the tequila, who was originally in charge of this matter, was arrested and put in prison, causing things to go wrong? But the time is not right?

By the time Xiaolan returned home with Banxia again, it was already dark. I thought that when I opened the door, I would meet two resentful eyes, but what I didn't expect was that as soon as I pushed the door open, I saw a figure rushing in front of me.

Conan held an envelope and looked at Xiaolan with an excited expression, "Sister Xiaolan, the Sherlock Holmes fan tour group I signed up for two days ago was selected! Let's go together tomorrow." "

Sherlock Holmes fan tour group?" Xiao Lan suddenly remembered the scene from the last time the two went on a date together, and couldn't help but roll her eyes. But in the end, he couldn't bear his soft grinding and hard bubbles, and finally agreed.

Looking at Conan, who was excited as if he was celebrating the New Year, Banxia pursed his lips, sent a message to Xiaolan on his mobile phone, and then staggered back to his nest.

"You don't need to call me tomorrow, you go to that tour group, I'll go to the Inari Society to have a look, maybe there will be some gains." "