Under the envious and jealous gazes of a group of criminals, Takagi and Sato Miwako left the office side by side.
At the same time, they also secretly resented why Tang Ze always assisted Takagi and always let him take the initiative.
It is the same now. They say that they have been assigned to handle the case, but in fact they are creating opportunities for them in disguise.
But it’s better this way, at least Takagi is the one among them who is most likely to find out what’s going on with the ring.
The members of the "Sato Miwako Defense Line" have secretly exchanged glances and reached a consensus, planning to wait for Takagi to come back before interrogating each other.
In the back driver's seat, Tang Ze rushed to the crime scene with the two people who were looking at each other in silence.
But in the car, the atmosphere was a little silent.
This is understandable. After all, on one side is Sato Miwako who is worried about the case, and on the other side is Takagi who is looking at the ring on her hand and is hesitant to speak. It would be strange if these two are not on the same wavelength and can have anything to say to each other.
After arriving at the crime scene, Tang Ze saw the "Death Trio" as expected.
Then, with the three of them talking one after another, we began to understand what happened last night until the discovery of the murder.
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"What a beautiful ring! The number of gemstones is astonishing."
Maori Kogoro looked at the luxurious ring displayed by the other party and even felt a little unreal: "Are these all diamonds?
This is the first time I’ve seen a ring like this.”
"Yes, this is a ring specially made to commemorate my 100th work."
The chubby middle-aged man wearing glasses raised his hand to his palm, revealing the ring and showing off, "I even had the word '100th' engraved on the back of the ring."
"That's amazing." Kogoro Mouri exclaimed.
The man in front of them was the famous mystery novelist, Mr. Masaki Morokuchi, who had invited them to his villa.
As for why Kogoro Mouri was invited, you can tell from his identity as a suspense and mystery novelist that it was to have a formal conversation with him.
Of course, the time is tomorrow. Today's stay is just for everyone to get to know each other so that it will be convenient to start a conversation.
“No, no.”
Zhukou Yigui smiled modestly and said, "Actually, when I ordered the diamonds, I hoped to have 100 diamonds inlaid.
But the designer said that if he did that, it would be bigger than a tailor's thimble, so he gave up."
'Isn't this natural...' Kogoro Mouri secretly complained in his heart, while feeling a little envious at the same time.
As the two chatted and laughed, the cassette tape on the table suddenly made a sound. A middle-aged man in a white shirt came over and said with a smile, "Excuse me, I need to change the tape."
"But it's not very common to still use this kind of cassette tape for recording now."
Maori Kogoro smiled and looked at the writer who was in charge of the conversation at the side and said, "Mr. Dejima, is there any reason why you use this?"
“Being old has its advantages.”
A writer named Dejima explained with a smile while changing the tapes, "Although most recordings are digital nowadays, I always feel that it's unreal because I can't see or touch it.
If you see the tape running, you can be sure that the conversation is being recorded.
If you use a digital recorder, any mistake can be fatal."
"So that's how it is." Kogoro Mouri said suddenly.
"Actually, that's what I think too."
A photographer wearing a pink jacket and a red headband smiled and said, "My colleagues are now using digital cameras to take photos.
But I just don't want to replace this traditional camera that I have been using until now.
Well, I can’t immediately confirm how the photoshoot will turn out, but I’m still a little worried.”
Having said this, the man immediately took two photos of Kogoro Mouri.
"Don't shoot now, Mr. Tarumi." Maori Kogoro waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I'm not ready yet."
"Well, this makes it more realistic." Tarumi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll delete it if it doesn't look good."
"Wait! Wait!"
Just as the men were chatting happily, a beautiful woman with curly hair came over and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation about traditional machines, but Mr. Zhukou is currently serializing his work, and the deadline is approaching.
So let's stop discussing topics unrelated to the work and let Mr. Zhukou finish what he needs to do, okay?"
"Don't be so rigid and unsympathetic, Anabuki," Morokuchi Masuki said soothingly, "Tomorrow is my official talk with Detective Mori, so there's nothing wrong with exchanging some ideas today."
At this point, Morokuchi Yoshiki looked at Maori Kogoro and said with a smile: "Tonight, please be sure to try my cooking and then have a good rest.
The talks will officially begin tomorrow morning, is that correct, Mr. Writer?"
"Well, now it's just a rehearsal for everyone to chat and get to know each other."
Mr. Dejima explained, pulling a magazine from his bag. "In the preview pages of this month's issue, there's a conversation between author Masuki Morokuchi and renowned detective Kogoro Mori, discussing the future of mystery novels."
Mr. Dejima took out the magazine in his hand as he spoke, and Morokuchi Masuki reached out and took it: "Let me see..."
On the other side, Xiaolan, who had been standing nearby and listening to the men's conversation, seemed to notice something was wrong with Conan and whispered, "Conan, what's wrong with you? You look so dazed."
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