No matter how much impact this name has brought to Sir An's heart, but looking at the surface, I have to admit that the dark-skinned handsome guy really doesn't show any unnecessary emotions.

As expected of a high-level undercover agent, his emotional management is excellent.

He is like an enthusiastic young man, who seems to have a good impression of the person he is meeting, so he will chat casually. And once there is a question, he usually does not ask directly, but answers first using social etiquette to make people involuntarily reply to his words.

For example, when introducing his name and occupation, he didn't ask me, but naturally said what his name was and what he did. Then he just looked at me, and I had to continue talking along with him.

"Fouya-kun just returned to Japan recently. Have you been abroad before this? I didn't know anything about the profession of makeup design before this." An Sir took the opportunity to talk to me while I was taking a break. "I have also been to nearby countries such as Singapore because of my work as a detective. How about Fouya-kun?"

Ahhh, I'm being led by the nose by Sir An!

I smiled awkwardly and said, "It depends on the employer. If needed, I can go anywhere."

How could I directly talk about European and American countries? Does someone who hasn't even passed the CET-6 look like someone who has worked there?

I originally thought that my mother tongue was the safest, and that it would be best to go to a flower-growing home, but then I thought about it and realized that it really had nothing to do with the character, so I decided not to get involved.

Of course, Jingguang's memory naturally includes language skills, not only English, Jingguang is also fluent in French, and also has dabbled in other languages ​​including Chinese, German, Korean, etc.

What's even more amazing is that he learned most of these languages ​​according to demand after joining the organization. He can be said to be a little language genius.

"Really? It's really free. If I have the chance, I would also like to travel around and have a look." When Sir An's voice softened, it really touched people's hearts.

Just when I was feeling a little depressed, Mr. Hasegawa called me.

"The first half of the rehearsal is over. Fūya went to help the members of the Kiyotani band to fix their makeup. The opening music for the second half at six o'clock is their job. Especially Rokujo. Help him cover up the tattoo on his head. It will make him look ugly!" Hasegawa has a close relationship with the bassist named Rokujo in the Kiyotani band. They look somewhat similar in their eyes and brows.

So Mr. Hasegawa was obviously very dissatisfied with Rokujo's style.

"Okay, Mr. Hasegawa." I gave Sir An an apologetic smile, and then quickly left this place of trouble.

Live events like this are busier than I thought. We relaxed a bit when Mr. Maori came in just now, but now it's busy again.

It's a bit like calling together class leaders to prepare for the sports meet in advance. It seems like they are busy, but also like they are just busy for nothing.

"Arai, go to the backstage and check. Why hasn't Rokujo arrived yet? Didn't Furuya say he was ready?!" Hasegawa frowned and looked at his watch, then asked the staff beside him to call him.

Arai is a young man who looks like a freshman in the industry. He looked at the manuscript in his hand. Okino Yoko had just asked him to help get the latest version of the performance schedule, and he was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Sighing, I took the initiative to say, "I'll go to the backstage to take a look. You go to Miss Okino first."

I came up to touch up the makeup of a drummer who was tuning his instrument, and now that I'm done, it wouldn't hurt to give him a hand.

But this favor is indeed a bit troublesome.

Because it was almost the last rehearsal time, almost everyone was preparing at the front stage, and there was almost no one near the dressing room.

Even Uncle Maori and his friends are on Okino Yoko's side. This female star would not invite a detective to watch the rehearsal for no reason. Uncle Maori probably has a commission, otherwise there would be no need for Sir An, his "disciple", to come along, right?

As I walked down, I immediately had a distinct smell of blood in my nose. I had expected the presence of the Grim Reaper.

But unlike the small hotel last time, this is a large venue and I have no way of identifying potential victims in advance.

Thinking of this, I quickly quickened my pace and kept walking quickly towards the source of the smell - this direction was the dressing room.

No way?

I stood at the door of the room. Isn't this the dressing room I was in before?

There was no sound from inside, and I pulled a white glove from my pocket - I deliberately brought it with me in case I needed to avoid leaving fingerprints.

This is called preparing for a rainy day, and facts have proved that my considerations were completely unnecessary.

The door was unlocked and I opened it easily.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the person lying on the ground, it was Rokujo Nobuhiro.

I walked in and saw that his clothes were a little disheveled, and it looked like he had been in a fight with someone. Bright red blood was splattered all the way from the dressing table to the ground. The blood came from the wound on his cervical artery.

Rokujo's eyeballs seemed to be popping out, and his wide mouth seemed to be breathing hard. Perhaps the wound on his neck cut off his trachea, causing this phenomenon.

There were traces of blood on the ground, but these were probably traces of the victim dragging himself. To be more precise, they were traces of him trying to survive. After he fell near the dressing table, he was not completely dead yet, but he chose to crawl out because he could not make a sound.

However, he was unable to reach the door and stayed here forever.

I half-crouched down, not touching the body rashly, but preparing to take a closer look at the wound to see if I could confirm the general type of the murder weapon.

But as soon as I squatted down, I heard a scream.

"ah--"

I turned around reflexively and saw a girl looking at me in horror. It was Miss Keiko whom I had met before.

...No, listen to my explanation.

This corpse has nothing to do with me!

I didn't kill that person.

"Murder, murder!" The terrified girl took a few steps back, until she leaned against the cold wall, she seemed to come to her senses.

I stood up and took a step forward. Just as I was about to say something, she suddenly rushed out as if she had just woken up from a dream.

She obviously thought I was a bad person and thought I would hurt her.

I rubbed my forehead, feeling helpless.

It's happened twice already. I've only been here for a short time, but I've already been treated as a suspect twice. Is this the charm of the "Conan circle"?

I sighed helplessly and waited for her to call someone. I continued to check the scene at my own pace.

At least at the moment, the wound is not long, nor deep, and the cut surface is not flat. It feels like the whole killing action is not a complete process, and there is a slight discontinuity.

A spur of the moment decision?

Or was it a gang crime?

There is currently no evidence to support these speculations.

I looked around and found that the layout of the room was almost the same as when I left. Even on the dressing table where a lot of the dead person's blood was left, most of the bottles and jars on the table were neatly placed, and only a few makeup brushes were knocked over on the floor.

It seems that the deceased fell in the opposite direction of the dressing table.

But judging from the direction of the blood splatter, the deceased should have been facing the dressing table when the accident happened.

The person's reaction should be to lean forward instead of backward, which means that someone may have pushed him...

While he was thinking, the young lady's louder and louder shouts of "help" and "murder" had attracted everyone, especially the Maori family who were extremely sensitive to crime.

"Hey, you! Don't disturb the scene!" Uncle Maori stopped me from putting on gloves to check the objects on the table, then turned to Xiaolan and said, "Lan, call the police!"

At the same time, a large crowd of people gathered outside the door, and the girl who had just screamed was among them. "Mr. Maori, that's him I saw!"

As she spoke, her finger was already pointing at me.

I stood up, took off my gloves and pushed my glasses. "The deceased is Mr. Rokujo from the Qinggu Band. Preliminary observations show that the fatal injury should come from the knife wound on his neck. The deceased's face was blue. Before death, blood may have entered his cut trachea, causing respiratory problems. The specific cause of death still needs further testing by the forensic doctor."

"Who are you talking to yourself?" Maybe someone outside was looking at me with a somewhat arrogant look and felt a little strange.

"My name is Rei Furuya, and I occasionally work as a detective."

"Tsk, it's another detective boy." Uncle Maori waved his hand and looked at me seriously, "Then how did you end up at the crime scene?"

"It was almost time for Mr. Rokujo to go on stage for rehearsal, but he never showed up. I came to look for him, but I didn't expect to see this when I opened the door." I explained briefly, raising my hands to show my sincerity. "Don't worry, Mr. Maori, I didn't disrupt the scene. I just investigated a little out of curiosity."

I looked past Mao Li and exchanged glances with An Sir behind him. I gave him a slightly helpless smile.

As if he was stung by my smile, something flashed in his eyes. However, I didn't see it clearly, so I just stepped aside to give Conan the opportunity to come closer and examine the body.

This is Detective Conan's world as expected. It takes three seconds to call the police, and the police will arrive in three minutes. This often makes me sigh. I wonder if these police officers of the Investigation Section are always waiting for Uncle Mori's call.

Of course, when I asked later, I found out that they had just solved another case nearby, and received the mission on their way back, so they turned the car around and came directly here, so they arrived so quickly.

"Inspector Megure, Takagi-kun," I took the initiative to greet the fat police officer after I saw him. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"Mr. Fūya, why are you here?" Takagi and I are quite familiar with each other, so he naturally responded to me when he heard what I said.

However, when Inspector Megure saw me with makeup on for the first time, he didn't recognize me at first.

"I never thought something like this would happen in my makeup job." I felt helpless.

I was helpless, and Inspector Megure was even more helpless, "Brother Maori, why is it you again?"

Helpless, but not surprising.

As a routine matter, Inspector Megure persuaded most of the irrelevant people to leave the scene. Mr. Hasegawa arranged for them to gather at the venue next door. The remaining people related to the case, such as Detective Mori and his team, witnesses, etc., stayed behind for the time being.

The first step, naturally, is to screen out those who may have committed crimes from the dozens of people present at the rehearsal. To be honest, I am very curious about their screening method, but as the current number one suspect, I cannot leave the scene.

Yes, as expected, I am one of the suspects again.

And he is a major suspect.

...It's happened twice already. Am I just unlucky? !