When we returned to the community center, the sky outside was already slightly brighter.
Before Fujiwara Yu pushed open the door, he heard the deafening snoring of Mouri Kogoro. He tiptoed to the side of the few people and noticed that except for Mouri Kogoro, everyone else had cotton balls in their ears that they had found from somewhere. They must have been tortured by the snoring.
He found a random place to sit down, leaned against the wall, put on a mask, and closed his eyes to rest. It was almost 11 o'clock in the morning when he heard noises outside the door. He quickly got up and went to the door. Only when he saw a familiar figure coming in did he relax his vigilance.
"Brother Takagi, why are you here too?" Megure Jusan looked at Takagi Sosuke in surprise, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: Good guy, why is this unlucky guy working overtime on his holiday again? It would be unreasonable for the Metropolitan Police Department not to award Brother Takagi a model worker trophy.
Fujiwara Yu pulled the corner of his mouth with a wry smile. Although he didn't come to Yueying Island for vacation, he didn't expect to run into Maori Kogoro and his group and be inexplicably involved in a murder case.
He tried to look happier, but the dark circles under his eyes betrayed the fact that he hadn't slept all night. He said in a low voice:
"I happened to come here on vacation and encountered this kind of thing. To be honest, I'm used to it."
"Well, brother Toushi, I think it's better for you not to get used to it, otherwise you won't have time to hold a wedding in the future." Megure Jusan coughed dryly and reminded him in a friendly manner. He was really worried that Toushi Sosuke would be forced to work overtime to hold a wedding in the future, which would be bad.
Fujiwara Yuu was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought of this. Even though he did not believe in God or Buddha, he decided to find a shrine to visit when he returned to Tokyo this time. He did not want to have any regrets about his wedding.
It was not known whether it was because they had not fallen asleep at all, or because the conversation had disturbed them, but Edogawa Conan rubbed his eyes in confusion and got up from the bed. He put on his glasses and said in a muffled voice:
"Hmm? Inspector Megure? Ah, it's already this time."
"Hey, Conan, you're awake, and Xiaolan is up too. So, isn't it just Brother Mouri who's still sleeping?" Megure Jusan stared at Kogoro Mouri who was snoring continuously, walked up to him, and kicked him twice without any courtesy. What a fool this guy is. The youngsters are all up, but why is you, the great detective, still sleeping?
He had clearly fallen asleep during the deductions, so why did he still look sleep-deprived? Megure Jusan was very puzzled. He tried hard to recall the time he had worked with Mori, but he had never seen this guy sleep so much.
After being kicked awake, Kogoro Mouri suddenly jumped up from the quilt, but he fell back down after maintaining the difficult posture for less than two seconds. The next second, his whole face wrinkled into a ball, and his trembling right hand stretched out to his injured waist, and his whole body showed a mask of pain.
"Inspector Megure, why are you here?"
"Please, stop telling lies, okay? Tsukikage Island is under the jurisdiction of Tokyo. I heard that you were involved in a case, so I rushed here by boat early in the morning." Megure Jusan looked very disappointed. What's wrong with this brother Mori? Can't he act like an elder?
With the help of his daughter, Maori Kogoro managed to stand up. He supported his waist with one hand, his expression became serious. He fumbled for the sheet music of "Moonlight Sonata" from his pocket and handed it to Megure Jusan, saying:
"Inspector Megure, this is the sheet music found at the crime scene. Based on the letter of commission I received, I believe the murderer is very likely to commit another crime, so please arrange for the statement to be recorded immediately!"
"Again? Well, I've already notified the village chief to arrange this. You guys can wash up and come over to listen."
After a quick wash in the toilet, Fujiwara Yu was naturally responsible for recording the confession. However, there were too many islanders on Yueying Island who had participated in the ritual, and the possibility of outsiders could not be completely ruled out, resulting in almost all the residents on the island having to record their confessions.
From 11 o'clock to 16 o'clock, it was not possible to complete recording the confessions of everyone. Fujiwara Yu had already drunk two cans of coffee during this period. He felt that if the interrogation continued at this high intensity, he would not have time to compete with the organization.
There was only one hour left before the transaction time, so he had no reason to stay here any longer. Besides, he felt more at ease with Kudo Shinichi, who had strong reasoning ability, in charge.
Pushing open the door of the lounge that served as a makeshift interrogation room, Fujiwara Yuu noticed three people sitting in a row. He walked forward and asked:
"Why don't you guys get some sleep? We'll have at least another hour to finish recording the confession."
Asai Narimi yawned, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and asked in a daze:
"Officer Ying Si, I want to ask if it's my turn yet?"
"It should be soon."
"Then I'll go wash my face with cold water first. I'm really too sleepy."
Fujiwara Yuu turned sideways to look at Asai Narimi who was heading to the bathroom. He felt something was a little strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He reached out and poked Edogawa Conan's shoulder, motioning him to take a look at the LINE message on his phone.
[I don’t want to work overtime today]: I’ll leave the case to you for now. I have something to do and need to leave for a while.
Conan Edogawa looked up in surprise. He hadn't expected that Sosuke Toji was actually leaving. He had already guessed that Toji-san was someone special, and now it seemed his suspicions were correct...his purpose in coming to Tsukikage Island wasn't sightseeing after all.
So who could it be? Could it be the police?
[Holmes' Disciple]: Well, leave this to me. Brother Yingsi, please be careful.
[I don’t want to work overtime today]: You too.
Fujiwara Yuu put his phone in his pocket, winked at Edogawa Conan twice and left in a hurry. He returned to the hotel and disguised himself as a black-haired man before entering. When he opened the door, he saw Soutarou Goji, who was kneeling on the ground and looking at him eagerly.
When Soutarou Goji saw the newcomer, his eyes lit up. In his eyes, this detective was his antidote. He wanted to stand up, but then he remembered White standing next to him, so he knelt down and said:
"Agent, can we set off now? You should have the antidote, right?"
White, who was standing aside, couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He had just eaten two "poison pills", which tasted bitter and astringent. As a sweet lover, he had to reluctantly use pure dark chocolate to refresh himself.
"Fulfill your responsibilities well, and you'll naturally obtain the antidote." Fujiwara Yuu noticed the black suit and sunglasses placed aside, and said with a slight smile, "Please, Mr. Goji, don't let anything slip later."
"No, no, I will definitely complete the task you gave me!"
Fujiwara Yu made a gesture to White, then walked to a room beside to change into a black suit, put on sunglasses and looked at himself in the mirror. He really looked like a personal bodyguard, and with a height of 1.9 meters, his aura was enough to intimidate many people.
He came out again and changed his words:
"Mr. Congressman, please lead the way for us. We will ensure your safety."
"...Okay, thank you for your hard work."
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