Chapter 1847-1855 [Uzo's Common Methods]
In the venue, guests were staring at the stage, waiting for the long-awaited finale show.
In the guest room, a figure was leaning against the window with a telescope, quietly observing the situation in the banquet hall.
After Kurosawa and Ma finished a game, they glanced at Hashimoto Maya and asked, "What are you doing?"
Hashimoto Maya sighed silently: "The finale model has not appeared yet, do you think she is dead?"
"?" Kurosawa Hema looked at him suspiciously, "Have you read too many suspense novels recently?"
Hashimoto Maya said vaguely: "You don't understand."
This afternoon he was bored and fiddled with the intercom in his room. He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky, but after fiddling with it for a while, he actually heard the sound of a cross-wire.
The voice was intermittent and many details could not be heard clearly, but there was one thing that Maya Hashimoto understood.
——Someone is manipulating that little model to commit murder, and the second murder will happen tonight.
"Did I stumble upon Uzo's plan?"
During these few hours, Hashimoto Maya read and understood the overheard conversation in her mind over and over again for no less than a hundred times:
"Did Wuzo actually control the person by giving direct orders? No, that's too undisguised. Unless Wuzo is 100% sure that the person he manipulated will die before telling the truth, this cannot explain why he can hide his identity and murder so perfectly.
"It's easy to judge this. Just see if the little model dies after killing someone."
"But if it wasn't Wuzo, who else would use such vile manipulation to kill people? Anyway, regardless of whether this 'Funeral Silver Coin' is Wuzo or not, judging from his understanding of this place, he must be an insider who attended this banquet. So who is this person's true identity?"
Unconsciously, Hashimoto Maya was infected by the detective like Takamori Masumi and began the difficult n-choice-1 reasoning.
The Mist Tengu who was resting nearby suddenly realized something, jumped up, flew to his side, and started working again.
…
The finale of the fashion show was delayed in coming out, and those in the hall who knew the situation couldn't help whispering to each other, causing some commotion in the banquet hall.
Izuka Jiro grabbed a man from his company and said, "Go backstage and ask where the best set is. Why hasn't it been used yet?"
In the distance, President Rokujo's blond secretary overheard and smiled secretly, "I'm so sorry, the dress you had high hopes for has been torn to pieces by me."
She had just finished mumbling to herself like a mastermind when she heard a voice.
The high school detective appeared out of nowhere and said to Jiro Izuka, "I heard from the lady over there that the dress you had high hopes for has been torn to pieces by her."
Female secretary: “?!!”
She turned her head and met Jiro Izuka's murderous gaze. The secretary was shocked: What are this detective's ears made of? He can hear from such a distance? And he's a high school student, and he's actually complaining to someone! !
She could no longer maintain the smile on her lips. She glared at Jiang Xia fiercely and shrank back behind the stage curtain.
At this moment, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed.
When the light came on again, the model of Putuo Company was already standing in the center of the stage. She was wearing a gorgeous, fluffy dress covered with diamonds and flowers. Against the backdrop of the light beam, she sparkled like a sky full of stars.
Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan also came to the stage, looking at the dress, the two whispered: "I can't believe it, a few minutes ago this was just a pile of tablecloths."
"Yes, Ms. Naoko is really amazing. No wonder President Rokujo wants to poach her." Suzuki Sonoko was quite emotional. "Before, the secretary of Rokujo Company actually said that she was just a third-rate designer and could only be an assistant to Mr. Inozuka."
"Humph, that's because I got the wrong information." The female secretary of Rokujo Company appeared out of nowhere and joined their conversation. "The president just told me yesterday that President Izuka of Putuo is actually a complete layman in design. You can guess this by looking at his big gold watch and big gold teeth. The designs he gave were actually all the works of Naoko Torimaru. If he hadn't shamelessly occupied other people's designs, I wouldn't have mistakenly believed that the real designer was a third-rate dud."
"Oh? Really?"
A deep voice came from behind.
"?!" The female secretary was startled and turned around suddenly, and found that it might be Jiang Xia who came to find his classmate. President Izuka, who was chatting with Jiang Xia just now, also followed and heard her conversation just now.
Female secretary: "..." Did this bastard detective do it on purpose? !
She knew something was wrong and slipped away.
Jiang Xia's mood was much better - originally, Izuka Jiro was filled with murderous intent when he saw him, and now there was a female secretary who was keen on going against Putuo, and the murderous intent suddenly turned into double joy.
Jiang Xia: “…” I don’t know when these fluffy fruits can be picked.
Just then, a scream was heard from a distance.
Soon after, the secretary of Putuo Design Company ran over in a panic, holding a gift box. "President, we received another gift box wrapped in black ribbon!"
"What black silk gift box? Don't talk nonsense in public." Jiro Izuka frowned and glanced over there.
Then I realized, a little embarrassedly, that I seemed to have made a mistake.
What the secretary was holding was not what he imagined, but a familiar box. They had just seen this thing not long ago - it was the "shroud" that appeared in the banquet hall before President Rokujo was poisoned to death, foreshadowing the murder.
Last time, not long after receiving this shroud, Torimaru Naoko almost died from poisoned wine. Unexpectedly, she received another one now.
Before Jiro Izuka could react, Miwako Sato arrived first: "Don't move, give it to me!"
…
She untied the black ribbon and carefully opened the gift box. She saw that this time, the box contained a pure white dress again, and on top of the dress was a familiar French silver coin.
The only difference from last time is that the dress this time is a pure white tuxedo - this is men's clothing.
"The murderer has changed his target. This time he wants to kill a man?" Sato Miwako frowned and thought, "Or did he find out that he killed the wrong person last time, so he quickly made amends?"
Jiang Xia: "Then this murderer is quite a martial artist, but I think it's more likely the former."
He picked up the dress, shook it open and looked at it, then asked several designers from Putuo Company who were gathered around him: "Can you tell who this size is made for?"
(End of this chapter)
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