Chapter 102 Kill Me 3

"Boss, I'm very sorry." Ciwu Huang said on the phone, "A murder happened here... I am one of the suspects. But it's not important. What I care about is... something like this happened at the hotel opening ceremony. It is very likely to affect the hotel's reputation and then affect its profitability. You know, the business there is shrinking, and we don't have enough working capital to fill the hole here."

"Why else would I cooperate with the Suzuki Foundation?" Akiyama Kanade said with a smile, "Don't worry, they have plenty of money. Besides, I don't think that with the crime rate in Tokyo, the residents here will be surprised by an ordinary murder case. Believe me, the case will be solved soon by the great detective Mr. Mori."

"Yes, boss."

"Have you talked to Mr. Kurosawa about the situation here?" the manager asked when he saw Jiya Akira returning to the meeting place.

Jiya Akira nodded slightly, looked at Maori Kogoro who was identifying the specific crime process of the second suspect, and said hesitantly, "Well, the boss told me...to trust Detective Maori."

"He's a detective, right?" he confirmed.

"Of course!" said the manager.

"In that case, I understand." The speechless Maori Kogoro turned to look at Jiya Akira and said with certainty: "Then the murderer must be this person--"

Jiwu Akira: “…”

"He's a detective, isn't he?" he asked again.

"I don't think so." Jinpei Matsuda walked out of the room where the murder occurred and came to the hall where many people gathered. Behind him followed Conan Edogawa who looked thoughtful.

Maori Kogoro looked at him with a sour face, "Why do you say that?"

Matsuda Jinpei walked up to several suspects, and turned to Maori Kogoro, gently raised the corners of his lips, and revealed a non-aggressive smile, "I just think that Mr. Maori was deceived by the criminal and ignored a small problem. Otherwise, with Mr. Maori's talent, he would definitely find out that the criminal is actually her-"

He pointed at a frail-looking woman hiding behind the crowd.

Miwako Sato whispered to Inspector Megure: "When did he become so polite?"

Given this guy's temper, shouldn't he start by mocking everyone and looking down on their intelligence before slowly identifying the criminal?

Who is this polite person?

Inspector Megure: "...Sato-kun, even Matsuda will grow up."

"This is probably all due to Jiu Sheng," Miwako Sato complained, "I don't know what happened to that guy, he disappeared without a word again. Ah," she whispered, "Could it be that he went on some secret mission?"

…

Akiyama Kanade, who had no interest in solving the murder case, returned to the presidential suite, sat cross-legged on the sofa, turned on the computer, and started playing Super Mario.

Nothing relaxes the mind better than playing classic games.

When Kurosawa Shun was a child, his brother liked to buy him playing time for these games, but he himself had never played them.

The man in overalls ate a gold coin, and Akiyama Kanade suddenly thought that if he locked Gin in a closed space and forced him to control Mario to save the princess, the other party might want to kill him immediately.

This is a very careful plan.

In short, put it in your brain's plan and mark it as plan No. 101.

Akiyama Kanade sent a message through the internal encryption system of "Shadow" and the black windbreaker.

[What's going on there?]

[Oh, boss, the handsome and elegant black windbreaker is reporting to you online]

[My brother didn’t have lunch today, but drank water twice. He is now having dinner at a bar. Vermouth met him, but he left soon.]

[What about vodka?]

[He is always by my brother’s side]

The Boss was unusually silent for a long time.

Black Windbreaker is understanding: [Boss, do you want me to get rid of him? I promise to do it cleanly and quietly, and I can also turn him over to the police or the FBI, so that they can continue to consume each other]

Akiyama Kanade came back with a cup of Coke: “?”

What did I miss?

What did Vodka do wrong again?

[Need not]

[Eh? Isn't the boss jealous?]

A message was withdrawn.

[I said yes]

[I have seen it. I am not jealous. In my brother's heart, there is no difference between vodka and ants on the roadside. Will my brother allow vodka to touch his hair? Will my brother let vodka hold him to sleep? Will my brother allow vodka to take a bath with him!]

The man in the black windbreaker had a distorted expression. A waiter passing by glanced at him and asked with concern, "Sir, you don't look well. Do you need help?"

The man in the black windbreaker said with difficulty: "I'm fine, I just can't adapt to the rapid development of human society. It's hard to believe that it's already the year xxxx. The way people interact has changed so much, hasn't it?"

The waiter was silent for a moment, "I'd better call a doctor for you."

"Thank you. I told you I'm fine. Physically and mentally."

[Boss, are you taking a bath and sleeping with your brother now?]

[I'm trying to take a bath with my brother, but I'm having a little trouble]

The man in the black windbreaker had a wooden face.

But you didn't object to sleeping together.

Do you need to see a doctor, boss?

The man in the black windbreaker continued his work and reported today's observation results to the boss, such as how many times the brother smoked, how many times he touched his hair, whether he stepped into a new place with his left foot or his right foot more often, and finally the number of times he went to the toilet and the conclusion.

[In summary, my brother drank half a liter more water today than usual, but he didn’t go to the restroom once. Boss, I think you need to remind my brother that holding back is not good for your health.]

Put down your phone and reflect on yourself.

I shouldn't have been infected with the virus yet, right?

When handing over the work to his successor, Berletta, Black Windbreaker discussed with him seriously: "As the boss's most trusted and closest subordinates, are we going to watch the boss continue to be sick? We should help him face his psychological problems, discover them early, treat them early, and recover early."

Bo Leta raised his eyebrows and pointed his gun at him without saying a word: "How dare you say that the boss is sick? The boss is always right!"

Black Windbreaker: “…”

He pulled the barrel of the gun off his forehead and said, "It's okay."

Why would he want a psychopath to discuss the mental health issues of another psychopath?

In the end, I had to bear it all by myself.

Akiyama Kanade is considering whether to withdraw all the members of the "Caring Brother" group and replace them all with his own backup bodies.

He looked at the "Today's Care Report" he had just printed out and felt deeply that the lives of his subordinates were threatened at any time.

In the future, when he pushes Gin to the point where he can't bear it, it's hard to guarantee that he won't attack his subordinates first. It is necessary to plan ahead.

The clock struck nine. Akiyama Kanade thought the murder case would soon be solved. He did not wait for the report from Jiya Akira, and was somewhat worried. In the end, he decided to go and see for himself.

He changed into casual clothes and walked downstairs slowly instead of taking the elevator.

On the first floor, they happened to run into Ciwu Akira who was leaving the hall. The two of them first walked to a deserted place at the end of the corridor.

"How is it?" Akiyama asked.

Jiya Akira stood up straight. "The case has been solved." He paused. "It was solved by Officer Matsuda."

Akiyama Kanade did not comment on this. "It's not surprising that he is good at reasoning."

Jiwu Akira lowered his head slightly, "Excuse me, the boss seems to know him very well."

"I guess so. I've heard of him."

Ciwu Huang asked hesitantly, "Is it the Blue Orange Wine?"

Akiyama Kanade glanced at him and asked curiously, "Why do you think I know Blue Orange Wine?"

"...When Officer Matsuda bought information about Blue and Orange Liquor from us, I had a vague feeling that the boss knew him." said Akira Tsuya.

However, the relationship between the two is a little strange. If they are enemies, the boss does not grit his teeth when he mentions Blue Curacao. If they are friends, when the policeman Jinpei Matsuda wanted to buy Blue Curacao, the boss never thought of covering up for him.

Although the "Shadow" was gradually shrinking its business in the inner world, its intelligence network was still very large, so Akira Jiya committed suicide shortly after knowing Blue Orange Wine.

It can be said that the boss is also one of the driving forces behind the death of Blue Curacao.

The only explanation is that although the boss has a good relationship with Blue and Orange Wine, because the other party's behavior of betraying the organization threatens the safety of the elder brother, the boss chooses to add fuel to the fire.

Boss will not allow anyone to threaten Brother.

"Sorry, boss, I shouldn't have guessed what you were thinking."

This is really not what a qualified housekeeper should do.

Every time Akiyama Kanade saw Jiwu Akira being so serious, she wanted to tease him.

The initial decision to rescue him from Group XX and bring him under our wing was indeed the right one.

"Since you're so sorry, why don't you help me think of a solution?"

Jiya Akira was even more respectful, "You go ahead."

"What can I do to make my brother feel more loved by me?"

Ciwu Akira said with difficulty: "I feel that you have done enough now. In fact, generally speaking, a normal..."

Akiyama Kanade interrupted him with a smile: "It's not enough. I want to love my brother even more. So you will help me find a solution, right?"

An innocent expression appeared on the silver-haired man's almost boyish face. When he smiled, his beautiful green eyes sparkled, tempting people to go deeper like a whirlpool - Jiya Akira knew that the boss had always been stubborn about his brother. A morbid and obsessive stubbornness.

He could only nod, "As you wish, boss."

Ciwu Akira glanced at a door not far away, "Boss..."

Akiyama Kanade snorted, "I'll handle it, you go and get busy. A murder just happened, there should be a lot of things to deal with afterwards, right?"

"yes."

After the house was far away, Akiyama Kanade walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Hello, room service."

There was a pause.

"Ah, I really can't fool you, kid. I have some delicious candies here. Come out and I'll give them to you." His voice was gentle. "If you don't come out, I'll blow up this room."