Chapter 2985 2997 [Hungry Organization Cadres] Asking for monthly ticketsヽ(〃〃)~

"?!" The old lady suddenly covered her mouth, not daring to look any further, and closed the window tremblingly.

She crawled back to the shrine, knelt down tremblingly, and began to pray to General Xiuyou outside.

…

At the same time.

In the guest room, Curacao opened his eyes silently.

——There is someone in the yard!

...But what does this have to do with her, a slow-witted ordinary lawyer?

Miss Shirai put her ear to the ground and eavesdropped to prevent anyone from entering the house and attacking her, while she made even breathing sounds and pretended to be fast asleep.

Next to the bedding, Judy opened her eyes silently.

She glanced at the lawyer next to her who had pushed away the pillow and half of his body was leaning on the tatami, and was silent for a moment: "..." This guy has a really bad sleeping posture.

However, the fact that this suspicious person was sleeping so soundly perhaps just indicates that nothing was happening tonight?

Thinking of this, Judy slowly closed her eyes...

Then it opened suddenly again.

Judy: “…” No, we can’t be careless!

“First of all, this lawyer may not be a member of the organization as I guessed, and this woman’s behavior may not have any meaning at all.

"Secondly, even if she is really a member of the organization, an accomplice of that Uzo or Vermouth... this sleeping appearance may just be an illusion she uses to confuse me."

"I can't sleep, I have to stay up a little longer." Judy reminded herself in her heart, "I'd rather stay up late at night and catch up on my sleep with Jiang Xia and those policemen during the day than to ruin my life just for a moment of sleep."

Just across the wall, there is also a sleepless person.

The three people were unaware of each other, but they were equally vigilant and endured from the dead of night to the dawn.

…

As the sun rises, daylight returns again.

The three murderous groups who had endured the whole night breathed a sigh of relief silently, and at the same time couldn't help but raise their hands to touch their stomachs.

Although it was the same night, the energy consumed by being awake and sleeping was completely different. They were so hungry that their chests were sticking to their backs, but they couldn't show it, so they could only use the perseverance they usually had to perform tasks, huddled in their blankets, and waited for breakfast to arrive.

However, instead of waiting for breakfast, I heard a terrified scream floating down the corridor: "Ah——!!"

Judy: “…”

Vermouth: "..."

Curacao: “…”

Looks like I'll have to continue to go hungry today.

Or pray that this household always has snacks on hand.

...But, could it be that some unscrupulous people would poison the snacks?

The three hungry men stroked their chins and fell into deep thought for a moment.

…

Unlike those who stay up late, other people have just woken up and are not suffering from hunger at all.

Hearing the scream, Jiang Xia rubbed his eyes and planned to follow the sound out. But before he could stand up, Conan next to him had already lifted the quilt and jumped out.

Jiang Xia: “…”

I still have a lot to learn about detective enthusiasm...

A dedicated psychic nodded secretly and followed Conan out the door.

Looking in the direction of the scream, I saw the maid of the Damen family sitting on the ground with weak legs. When she looked up, she saw a figure. She was startled at first, and then she shouted as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw: "Master! ... The master is dead in the wing room!"

"?!" The three sleepy policemen were startled and instantly pulled into work mode by the word "death".

Glancing from afar towards the wing room, I saw the door was wide open and a figure was lying at the door with a pool of blood under him.

"I'll go over and take a look, you guys stay here!" Sato Miwako instructed the others, and then ran to the wing that was independent of the other rooms with two colleagues and two enthusiastic detectives who followed quietly.

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko looked at each other and felt that something was missing. After a moment, the two high school girls came to their senses and said, "Call the police!"

——Officer Sato and his colleagues are police officers themselves, so they probably forgot about this step.

Fortunately, there was an experienced detective assistant to help fill in the gaps... Suzuki Sonoko praised herself while solemnly taking out her cell phone.

…

The police and the detective ran through the white courtyard covered with snow and came to the door of the wing.

When he looked down, he saw that President Daimon, who was still alive and kicking yesterday, was now lying straight beside the open door, with a pool of blood under him.

"The time of death should be last night. His chest was stabbed by a sharp knife, and he was most likely killed on the spot." Although the three policemen were not from the forensic department, they had watched pigs run every day and had already learned the general process.

Some of them took pictures, some checked, and after a while they suddenly remembered something and slapped their foreheads: "Oh no, we haven't called the police yet!"

Jiang Xia comforted the policemen who had confused the procedure: "When I ran over here just now, I saw Xiaolan and Yuanzi on the phone. They should have reported it."

"Is that so?" The policemen, who rarely come across murder cases, breathed a sigh of relief.

We have done everything we can, and the next step is to wait for the local police to come and take over.

The three Tokyo policemen wiped the sweat from their sweat and suddenly found that Jiang Xia was looking at the other side of the living room.

Following the detective's gaze, the three of them were startled: "Why is this wall so empty?"

Jiang Xia raised his hand and gestured: "The antique armor that was placed here is gone, and there is one less knife on the knife rack. In addition, the pair of socks that the old lady offered as a gift have also disappeared."

"The knife on the knife rack..." Officer Shiratori recalled the shape of the long knife and looked at the body lying on the ground. "It looks like it is the murder weapon."

Officer Takagi hissed, "This murderer has a sense of ritual. The long sword, armor, and socks disappeared at the same time. If there were ghosts in the world, I would have suspected that it was General Hidetomo's wronged spirit who put on the armor and the socks offered by believers, and then took up the sword to kill President Daimon."

Officer Sato looked around the scene. "There was a bottle of brandy near the body, and a broken wine glass next to the bottle. President Daimon must have been killed while drinking alone..."

As he was speaking, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Everyone turned around and saw that other people from the Damen family had also rushed over following the sound.

Looking into the side room, a tragically dead body suddenly appeared before their eyes. Several people screamed in an instant and huddled together in panic. The old lady buried her face in her youngest son, crying bitterly.

When they recovered, Jiang Xia asked, "When we came here just now, there were no footprints on the snow. In addition to this door in front of us, is there any other exit from this room?"

"This..." The youngest son recalled, "I remember there was a small door in the bedroom, but my father thought that door was not grand enough and rarely used it."

Jiang Xia nodded thoughtfully, then walked through the messy living room and entered the bedroom with several curious policemen.

(End of this chapter)