Chapter 1375 1383 [Detective's Qualifications]

After saying this, seeing that Inspector Megure did not show any suspicion, Kid secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Detectives are really useful. If he had known earlier, he should have pretended to be a good detective in front of the Metropolitan Police Department and gathered intelligence.

Kidd: "..." However, if you want to become a detective who can talk to the police, it seems that you need to solve a few murders with strange methods first. And the murders that I usually encounter are really not that many... Wait, so if you want to be a detective, you first need a physique like the Grim Reaper?

And if the "famous detective Kuroba Kaito" happened to disappear every time there was a theft, he would probably be suspected by the police soon... Forget it.

After thinking about it carefully, Kidd immediately gave up the idea.

Kidd: "..." Sure enough, I'd rather be an ordinary genius high school student like now. I'll just ask Jiang Xia to wash the news... huh? Doesn't this mean I owe Jiang Xia a lot of favors? Detectives and thieves should be natural enemies, but why do they feel like they've become accomplices...

The Phantom Thief, who hated detectives, stroked his chin and fell into deep thought for a moment.

…

Since Shi Kaobing's whereabouts could not be found and no more clues were obtained, the progress of the case was temporarily stalled.

The group of people slept on the boat for a night, each with their own thoughts.

There were a large number of police officers busy back and forth in the corridor. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and nothing happened until we arrived in Tokyo.

The next morning, the police returned to the Metropolitan Police Department with the photographer's body and various evidence.

The others planned to split into several cars and go to Yokosuka in Kanagawa Prefecture to visit Natsumi Kosaka's house, the castle that hid another "Egg of Memories".

Although Shiro Suzuki was somewhat interested in this, he had seen quite a few castles, and he had been out of town for several days, and the consortium had some matters that needed to be dealt with. In the end, he left with Secretary Nishino with regret.

The police sent a representative to stay behind: the person who stayed here was, of course, "Inspector Shiratori" who took the initiative to take over the heavy responsibility.

…

"Get in the car." Although "Inspector Shiratori" did not have a license, as a magical thief who could fly a plane and a tank, he still sat in the driver's seat with a calm face.

Seeing this, the others did not become suspicious and got into the car one after another.

Pu Siqinglan instinctively avoided the policeman "Inspector Shiratori" and got into another car.

Jiang Xia observed for a moment and originally wanted to sit over and let her feel his normal structure, which was no different from that of ordinary people, up close, and realize that he was actually a very easy person to kill.

However, the closer he got, the more he saw that Pu Siqinglan's expression was stiff.

Jiang Xia stopped hesitantly: "..." If she got up and walked away from the other side as soon as he sat down, the noise would be too loud and would attract unnecessary attention... Forget it, the murderous aura is still stable now and there is no need to consolidate it for the time being.

He looked at the car Pu Siqinglan was in with regret, and got into another car.

Pu Siqinglan stared at the reflection on the car window.

Although he had already decided to kill Jiang Xia and make him unable to be resurrected, but now there were so many people around and he couldn't draw his gun or take out any weapons. Sitting with this mysterious guy was really a challenge to a killer's survival instinct.

When she saw Jiang Xia turn around and leave, she breathed a sigh of relief silently, and her hand that was holding the bag gradually loosened.

…

The two cars started one after another and drove towards Kanagawa Prefecture.

Jiang Xia got into the car and suddenly found that the person sitting in the passenger seat was tall and blocked the light. It seemed as if Vodka was sitting in the car.

He took a closer look, and then regretfully faced the reality: the person sitting there was not the colleague he expected, but the Russian ambassador who wanted the Suzuki Group to donate the "Egg of Memory" to Russia.

The diplomat seemed very outgoing, but after walking for a while he began to feel bored.

The ambassador was free anyway, so he chatted with the people in the car: "You were quite close to the ring at that time - was the ring that the photographer wore really the ring of Princess Maria?"

Jiang Xia looked up at the rearview mirror and realized that he seemed to be talking to her, so she shook her head and said, "I don't know. The ring is in the hands of the police now, and someone should be able to identify it later."

The ambassador sighed: "It would be great if it could be donated to us as well."

Jiang Xia was not very interested in the whereabouts of the ring, so he was inevitably perfunctory when he started talking: "You can ask the police when the time comes, maybe it will work."

"..." The ambassador realized belatedly that he had chosen the wrong car. He had chosen a few young people with whom he had no common interest.

He muttered: "You don't understand the importance of the ring at all - Maria was the quietest of the royal children, with a pair of beautiful gray eyes. After the revolution, the emperor's family was all shot, only Maria and the crown prince were missing, and their bodies have not been found until now."

"That is to say, if the ring can be traced back to its source, we might be able to find the whereabouts of the body." The ambassador sighed again, "It can also be considered a cultural relic. If I can take it back..."

"Inspector Shiratori" couldn't help but turn around and look at him: "..." You really want to recycle everything!

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The vehicles left the city and gradually drove into the deep forest. The two cars went up along the winding mountain road and finally stopped at the top of the mountain.

There stands an ancient castle here, with white outer walls, dark green spire and strange shape, like a fairy tale moved into reality.

"No wonder celebrities always like to shoot commercials here." Conan recalled the castle's uses that Mao Lilan had previously introduced, and said with emotion, "It is indeed beautiful."

"Inspector Shiratori" nodded: "It looks very much like a castle in Germany. That castle is the prototype of the castle in the Cinderella story."

Conan was startled, a little confused: "Germany?"

...Natsumi Kosaka's great-grandfather and great-grandmother were one Japanese and one Tsarist Russian, so why did they build in the German style?

Before he could figure it out, the vehicles stopped, the doors opened, and the people in the two cars got out one after another.

A quick glance revealed that there was one less person than expected.

The ambassador looked around, his eyes slightly brightening: "Where is that art dealer? Did he voluntarily withdraw from the competition?" This would be a good thing.

Jiang Xia pointed to the mountain road behind him and said, "When we passed the town just now, the car in front stopped and he got off."

In the car ahead, the old butler of the Kosaka family heard their discussion and nodded: "The art dealer said he needs to prepare something, so let's wait for him for a while."

As he was speaking, a sports car came speeding down the mountain road and soon stopped at the top of the mountain.

The art dealer parked the car impatiently, pushed the door open and said with a smile: "Sorry for the long wait, let's go in quickly!"

(End of this chapter)