Chapter 2883 2895 [Another murderer]

Jiang Xia closed his email, looked at the three sports stars who were negotiating with the police, and walked over to Inspector Otaki and said, "These three gentlemen have had plenty of time to move around. Even if there is any evidence, it is definitely not with them now. There is no problem in letting them go back to rest."

Officer Otaki: “…” Wait, do you mean that they have done something secretly behind the police’s back?

Before I could ask, I heard the Tokyo detective whisper again: "Compared to this case that is about to be solved, I think the extra gun is more worrying."

Otaki Police Department: "!"

He understood what Jiang Xia meant: Yes, why are there two guns in the hotel?

One of the guns was found in the hotel room, and it was probably the weapon that killed the American journalist...but what about the other one? What about the gun tucked behind the desk?

"Could it be that there is an attempted murderer hiding in this venue?"

Thinking of this, Inspector Otaki's expression suddenly became serious.

He pondered over what Jiang Xia had just said, then turned around and let the three sports stars go back to their rooms to rest. Then he whispered to Jiang Xia and Hattori Heiji, "I'll go check the other guests, and I'll leave these three sports stars to you."

…

As the three sports stars walked to the door, they felt someone following them.

They turned around and found that it was the two high school detectives.

Jiang Xia looked at Ray Katis and said, "Regarding the case of the American journalist being shot, we want to ask you for help."

Ray Katis was stunned: "Me?"

"That's right." Hattori Heiji said meaningfully, "Don't you want to solve the case as soon as possible?"

Ray Curtis adjusted his expression and spoke in half-baked Japanese: "Oh, of course I hope the case can be solved soon. Tell me, how can I help?"

Jiang Xia pointed to the hotel room and said, "In the room at the far right corner of the building, which is the last room you were in charge of before the gunshot, one of your fans is waiting for you. He said he has something to tell you."

"My fans?" Ray Curtis was a little unsure of the methods of these detectives, but curiosity and a little guilty conscience made him nod, "Ok, I'll be right over."

…

Ray Curtis walked alone toward the empty hotel building.

Vodka looked at this scene and was silent for a moment.

"Xiao Yinbi just ran upstairs, and Ray Curtis is going upstairs too... Are these two going to have a fateful 1v1 duel?"

Suddenly, a scene unfolded in the mind of this imaginative cadre:

Conan shrank into the corner of the room with a look of fear on his face, while a devil-like shadow blocked his way and said to him with a smile: "People who embark on this path should not have weaknesses. You can only choose one between career and idol - go, cut off your inappropriate hobby with your own hands, and let me see your determination to grow."

No--!

After a little bit of substitution, Vodka felt suffocated.

"At such a young age, he has to deal with a boss like this. In that case, that little bastard is really pitiful."

Vodka muttered to himself: "My elder brother turned a blind eye to my idol-chasing, but Uzo was so strict. Fortunately, that guy is younger than me and did not show his talent too early - otherwise, if we had such a boss, Miss Yoko and I would have been..."

"Mr. Yamada?" Kinoshita Yoko glanced at him, becoming more and more worried. "You don't look very good - how about I ask Jiang Xia to tell the police chief to send you to the hospital first?"

“…”

Vodka's face suddenly became even uglier: Do you really have to mention him in every sentence? - Miss Yoko, wake up! He is not a "kind and growing high school student", he is a terrible demon in human skin, and he is against his subordinates chasing stars!

…

When a fan tries to make his idol come back to the right path.

Elsewhere, in a hotel room, another fan was doing something similar.

——Ray Katis followed the directions of the two high school detectives, walked up the stairs, and went to the room in the lower right corner of the building.

Before he even stepped onto all the stairs, he looked at the scene in front of him and blurted out "Oh my god".

——The lights in that room were off, but the door was open. At this moment, a long wooden board and a mop were standing at an angle at the door.

At first glance, the scene seemed a little messy, but Ray Curtis suddenly realized something and his face suddenly changed.

He strode to the door, looked at the door that had been tinkered with, and couldn't help muttering, "What's going on..."

"It looks familiar, right?" a voice came from upstairs, "Because this is the method you used not long ago."

"You pushed the door open first, then propped up the bottom of the door with the bathroom air vent panel, and then you placed the other end of the panel diagonally above the light switch.

"Then you put the mop under the window panel and used it to hold the window panel against the light switch."

As Conan spoke, he walked to the corner of the stairs and put a football in his hand on the ground.

"Next, just kick the ball down the stairs like this, and let the ball knock over the mop at the door. The air vent will automatically fall down, press the switch, and turn on the light in this room."

As he spoke, Conan kicked the football down.

Ray Curtis, who was standing at the door of the room, subconsciously dodged and watched the ball bounce and knock the mop away. Sure enough, with a click, the light came on.

"As long as you draw the curtains in this room beforehand, from outside the hotel it will look like you are standing here and turning on the light switch - but in fact you are still upstairs and not in this room."

Conan walked to the corner and looked at Ray Katis at the door. He was in a worse mood than the vodka in the banquet hall: "Look, as long as you practice a few times in advance, even a kid like me can easily achieve this technique, let alone you.

"When you were a striker, you were called the God of Free Kicks. You can probably do this level of aiming with your eyes closed.

"That is to say, after confirming the location of the deceased, you kicked the football downstairs from here. As you kicked the ball, you quickly rushed to the room where the deceased was and shot him.

"That's how you made your alibi, isn't it, Mr. Lei?"

“…”

There was a suffocating silence.

The next level of stairs.

Hattori Heiji pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation above, while holding down Jiang Xia next to him.

Jiang Xia didn't move at all, he just commanded the ghosts in his mind: "?"

Hattori Heiji whispered: "The murderer this time is a world-class star. If you beat him, it will definitely be reported by the media - don't even think about it, I won't let you go!"

(End of this chapter)