This boss is more reliable than I thought. Although this approach may not work in the real world, in the second dimension, everything is possible.

I boarded the flight to Tokyo very smoothly. I chose the early morning flight and landed at 2 o'clock Tokyo time.

These are Jingguang’s small piggy banks from seven or eight years ago. I’d better be frugal, otherwise I’ll have to find a way to earn money on my own.

Working?

Perhaps because he has not yet completely entered the "Conan circle" and is not affected by the magnetism of the god of death, this journey is unusually smooth.

However, while waiting to pick up my luggage, I saw an unexpected person.

Yuya Kazama.

Through the window, I could see him waiting outside the airport entrance.

Business? Or personal?

I was a little curious. After all, for these characters who are bound together - such as Kazama and An-sir, Vodka and Gin, the appearance of the former generally means the entourage of the latter.

This is related to the main storyline. Did I win the prize as soon as I came back?

I pulled my hat brim down calmly. I didn't wear any makeup today. I had to scan my face before boarding the plane, so I only recorded this face in my new ID. I only used a driver's license as an emergency ID in a semi-disguised state.

Therefore, it is better not to show this face in front of key figures.

I adjusted the position of my mask to cover my face tightly. I looked at the suitcase on the turntable while paying attention to Kazama's movements.

Not long after, a man who seemed to be asking for directions stopped in front of Kazama and had a very brief conversation with him.

Immediately afterwards, Kazama made a small circle and passed through the isolation zone and entered the airport.

He looked serious and didn't look like he was doing anything private.

Official business?

I felt an itch in my heart to explore it, but my mind told me not to rush and cause trouble for myself.

Especially in front of the main line.

It would be fine when there were a lot of people, but now the airport is so empty, I would definitely be discovered if I followed them.

Although it's a bit regrettable, I still decided to give myself two days to adjust to the situation before starting my adventure.

I walked out of the airport dragging my suitcase.

It was already quite late, and I counted my small amount of money - I could still afford a taxi.

There are no buses or trams at this time anyway.

The hotel was booked in advance. I didn't want to spend too much money after arriving in Japan, so I had already booked a hotel before coming to Tokyo. Because I had no idea about the place names above, it was too troublesome to memorize these small details, so I simply picked one with high ratings.

Of course, this is also a place that pays more attention to customer privacy, which makes it convenient for me to "change faces".

But this kind of blind booking of hotels will always cause various problems.

After I got in the taxi, I realized that this hotel was far from the airport. It would be better for me to look for a motel when I got to the place.

After sitting on a plane for more than ten hours, I had to take a taxi for nearly an hour. I was sore in the waist and back and was extremely tired.

Yes, you heard it right, back pain!

Maybe it was because this time of crossing was very special, I felt pain in my body, but it was not obvious.

But I didn't feel anything on my brain. I suppressed my disgust and took out my brain and squeezed it, and there was indeed no pain.

Also, because I am not familiar with BrainFlower, many of its features are still under development.

In the world of science, there is no magical power, so it is very subtle.

I was very sleepy. I vaguely confirmed the reservation information at the front desk. I got the room card and went into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close, I heard a male voice, "Ah - wait a minute!"

He sounded a little hurried, but not anxious. Judging from the sound of his voice, he was probably around 40 years old. He changed his tone many times in just one short sentence. He must be either a soft-hearted person or he likes to act.

My thoughts were scattered and random, but my hand quickly pressed the button to open the door.

As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw a man who looked a little fat. He was carrying a women's suitcase in one hand and pulling a suitcase in the other hand - it was not difficult to understand, because on the one hand I could see a woman behind him who didn't look happy, and on the other hand there was a lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth.

Dog abuse again.

However, the woman had no intention of taking the elevator. Instead, she turned around and went to the smoking room next to the lobby.

Although it was just a quick glance, it was obvious that the woman lived in a good environment. From the way she walked and the way she dressed, I could tell that she was between 35 and 40 years old, but judging from the condition of her skin, she was very well maintained. Her clothes fit her perfectly, and didn't look like clothes that were bought according to size, but rather tailor-made.

Then I looked down at the ladies' suitcase the man was carrying. I don't know much about the style, but it's a big brand, the leather is also very good, and the price is probably around 50,000 to 100,000 yuan.

"Which floor are you going to?" I asked, trying to save myself from all the useless junk messages.

As I mentioned before, due to the sudden improvement in my observation and information processing abilities, I always pay attention to this information unconsciously.

Ahhhh, this is the root cause of my fatigue!

Otherwise, given Jingguang's physical condition, it wouldn't make sense for him to be so tired after such a short distance.

It's my brain that's tired, not Jingguang's body.

I need to adjust myself, this should be controllable, I need to stop myself from caring about the details!

"Same as you, on the fourteenth floor." The uncle smiled at me politely and answered my message naturally.

I could sense that he was nervous.

It was almost winter and it was late at night, but his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. After entering the elevator, he only put down the lady's suitcase and did not let go of it. Instead, he gripped the handle of the suitcase more tightly, and the thumb and index finger of his other hand were still rubbing unconsciously.

His lips were a little dry, and he kept licking them and even biting the dry skin on them. His breathing was a little irregular, and he looked through the reflection of the elevator door several times to confirm the position of his tie.

It didn't seem like he was entering a hotel, but rather like he was going for an interview.

I looked at my watch. It was already 3:20 in the morning. No one would go for an interview at this time, right?

"bite!"

The elevator arrived at the station and the door opened.

We are strangers, so there is no need to say hello.

I took a step forward first, but maybe he was too nervous, he tried hard to lift the suitcase, but his foot tripped over his own suitcase, his body suddenly leaned forward, his hands loosened, and he was about to fall.

I quickly let go of my suitcase that was already firmly on the ground, supported him with one hand, and took his suitcase with the other hand.

So heavy.

The person is heavy, and the box is even heavier.

It happened in a flash, he and I bumped into each other, and the loose item in my hand - the room card - fell to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry!" He quickly stood up, apologized hurriedly, and bent down to help me pick up things.

But accidents happened one after another. The lady's suitcase suddenly loosened in his hand. It must be because I just helped him to hold it up, and he didn't have time to use force.

Just like that, the suitcase fell on my room card, and the unlocked suitcase fell open, and the things inside were scattered all over the floor.

What caught my eye was a pile of women's clothes, including underwear, as well as a lot of cosmetics, skin care products, messy accessories and various cards - I could even vaguely see some sex toys, which seemed to be broken.

I quickly averted my eyes.

...Although according to social etiquette I should help him pick up the things, it is really not easy for an outsider like me to handle these things.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but the sound of things falling to the ground was very scattered, but one of the falling sounds seemed particularly small and slow.

He was extremely embarrassed and blushed.

I know. I know that feeling all too well.

If it were any other time, I would have walked away quietly.

But now my room card is pressed down there!

He also immediately realized this, and quickly dug out my things from the bottom and handed them to me, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, you should go and have a rest, I will handle it by myself."

The tone of voice was almost like saying, please leave quickly.

I smiled awkwardly, then took the room card to look at the room number written on it.

1406.

This place is not far from the elevator. Just turn right and you will be there.

Finally I was able to have a good rest.

I simply washed my face with some water and collapsed on the bed.

After a good sleep for a few hours, I didn't wake up naturally the next day. Instead, I was forcibly awakened by a series of rapid knocks on the door.

My bad mood when waking up was immediately ignited. I didn't go to bed until after three o'clock last night, and now - I looked at the watch, it's not even seven o'clock.

Room service?

No, I put a do not disturb sign on the door.

Whoever it is, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation later, otherwise I'm going to lose my temper!

I rubbed my eyes, and even though I was very sleepy, I did not forget to pick up a white towel and drape it over my head to act as a hood.

"Who is it?" I pulled the safety pin with an unfriendly tone, the low pressure spreading out, and when I looked up -

Forehead...this round belly, the round little hat, the khaki shirt and the streak of a beard.

Inspector Megure?

What are you knocking on my door so early in the morning?

"I'm Megure from the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division." He showed his ID as he spoke, "A murder just happened on your floor, and we need your cooperation."

I covered my head.

Damn! Can you give me a chance to catch my breath?

I didn't hear any iconic screams either...

"Ah—Kouta!"

It really is what I want.

The good field of vision allows me to see the hem of a woman's skirt without having to turn my head too far.

Inspector Megure hurried over and asked Takagi to comfort the lady and not let her destroy the scene.

When people are forced to wake up when they are sleepy, they always feel a little irritated.

I rubbed my forehead and calmly turned half of my body to the side, hiding my face in the shadow of the towel.

What bad luck! Is the power of death so strong?

No, it seems that the God of Death is not here!

I blinked a few times to wake myself up, but I didn't see any children at the scene.

"Sorry, I just have a few questions that I need you to answer." Takagi's voice made me look at him.

He took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket and said awkwardly.

The lady next door was making too much noise, so Inspector Megure had to step in personally to persuade her, and the questioning naturally fell on Takagi's shoulders.

I stepped aside to let him in.

Compared to the bright light outside, the thick curtains in the room are more suitable for my current needs.

"Please come in, don't stand at the door." I was wearing a bathrobe, and when I woke up I found that my chest was half exposed.

I have to say, Jingguang's body is really good!

Logically speaking, shouldn't he have been "sacrificed" for seven or eight years? Even if there were some unspeakable reasons, his body shouldn't be so healthy, right?

Never mind. Don't ask.

Asking is science.

It felt too strange to wear a mask and a hat in the room, so I put on the glasses I had placed on the bedside table last night.

They are black-framed plain glasses. It is true that I am nearsighted, but as a sniper expert, Jingguang has surprisingly good eyesight.

As we all know, in Conan's character setting, wearing glasses means changing into a different person. How could I not prepare such an important disguise prop?

I pulled my yukata closer to my chest and asked Takagi to sit down with me.

"Please ask."

Let me see what's going on.