Chapter 233 On the Feasibility of Leading Jiang Xia to the Bomb
Jiang Xia was not very interested in this topic. He glanced at the nearby cable car and consoled him:
"Don't worry, the attackers can't possibly discover your identity. Perhaps the '一' refers to the horizontal line in Conan's '南' (ナン), or maybe it was just a horizontal line pulled out of someone's name.
"Compared to this, these four new people, although there are numbers in their names, they have nothing in common with Uncle Maori - are these people really the targets of the attackers?"
Conan frowned slightly: "...Indeed."
There were too many anomalies and too few clues. But one thing was certain—he smelled a strong conspiracy.
…
As they got closer to the crowd, Jiang Xia stopped discussing the case with the elementary school students. He got into the cable car with everyone else.
The cable car has no driver, and there is a button with "start" printed on the front of the car.
After everyone got on board, Jiang Xia raised his hand and pressed a button. The self-driving cable car started slowly, carrying a car full of digital people, and drove to the sea restaurant isolated from the land.
Jiang Xia was admiring the scenery on the sea when he suddenly felt two people shivering beside him.
He turned around and saw Maori Kogoro and food writer Nishina Minoru sitting opposite each other with stern faces. Jiang Xia was startled and showed a little humanistic concern: "Are you okay?"
“No, it’s okay!”
The two pale-faced grown men shook their heads at the same time.
Kogoro Mouri is afraid of heights.
But Nishina Minoru was afraid of water.
This cable car built on the sea made them dare not look out of the window. They could only stare at the ground with their heads down and pray that it would arrive soon.
…
A few minutes later, the cable car finally landed at the underwater restaurant.
Kogoro Mori and Minoru Nishina ejected from the car, whooshed onto the ground, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.
They, along with the others, entered the underwater restaurant.
A lot of money was spent on this building, and the decoration is very hardcore - although it is exposed above the sea, the main part is buried deep in the sea.
There was an elevator in front of the cable car. Jiang Xia walked in and waited for others to come in before pressing the lowest button.
The elevator quickly descended and carried them to the underwater restaurant.
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The hall is bright and transparent, and the walls are actually made up of a whole circle of huge fish tanks, in which various beautiful fish are swimming leisurely.
Several dining tables were placed in the hall, and in the middle of the hall, there was a bright red Ferrari F40 parked - at this time it was not a car, but an expensive ornament that showed one's status.
"Wow~" Nana Oyamauchi let out a surprised scream. She walked with her long legs like a supermodel, got closer to the sports car to take a look, and walked around this cool car several times. She wanted to open the door and sit in it - she especially liked sports cars.
Others' eyes also fell on the car, or they were attracted by the surrounding sea view and looked up.
Jiang Xia still remembered the important matter.
He looked around the hall: "I don't see Mr. Xu. Is he in the office now?"
Shishido Nagaaki was very interested and took his camera closer, taking two photos of Jiang Xia with the blue fish tank as the background. When the model asked, he fiddled with the camera and answered casually, "The meeting place written in the email sent to me by Mr. Xu is this hall."
Inspector Megure frowned and looked at his watch. It was already past three o'clock, the time that Asahi Katsuyoshi had agreed to meet with the guest.
But Xu Shengyi was late. For a businessman known for his efficiency, this was quite unusual.
Inspector Shiratori's face changed slightly, and he whispered, "Could it be that he has been killed by Murakami-jo? The seabed is a common place for corpses to be dumped. Besides, this restaurant has just been completed, so there must be a lot of usable materials..."
Inspector Megure looked at him speechlessly: "...You think too much. Although it is an assault case, there has been no murder so far. Moreover, a large-scale action like 'dumping the body at the bottom of the sea' - it is possible that he was injured and fell somewhere. Wait a little longer, if he still doesn't show up, we will go find him."
——Inspector Megure always feels that Shiratori Jinsaburo, this young talent, looks like a serious person, but in fact he likes to imagine some exaggerated crime blockbusters on his own.
The last time the entire police station was mobilized to search for Sato Miwako, a lot of police resources were wasted. In this incident, in addition to the two culprits Sato and Takagi, Inspector Shiratori, who made up a "Policewoman Kidnapping Story" in his mind, also made an indelible contribution.
Just as I was thinking about it, a voice interrupted me.
After hearing what Inspector Shiratori had just said, Nishina Minoru asked suspiciously, "'Killed by Murakami-jo'? What does that mean?"
Inspector Megure was stunned and then he remembered that he had forgotten to explain to these celebrities why the police came to find Asahi Katsuyoshi.
"It's like this..." He skillfully recounted the previous story that he had already told several times.
Jiang Xia's ears were almost callused from hearing so much. He sighed and whispered to the policeman next to him, "I'll go look somewhere else."
"Let's go too!"
Shiratori Jinzaburo, Mori Kogoro and others were obviously also concerned about Asahi Katsuyoshi who was late.
The group of people separated and started searching everywhere while Inspector Megure was explaining the previous situation.
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A few people briefly checked the rooms, but found no bodies and didn't feel anything was wrong.
So they all returned to the hall.
At this time, Inspector Megure had already finished explaining the case so far to the celebrities who remained at the table.
Then everyone at the table sat together and sorted out the names, and found that the names of the people present were just enough to make up the number from "eight" to "one".
——The "Jiang" in Jiangxia still couldn't escape the fate of being dismembered, and a horizontal line was forcibly taken out to make up the number.
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"But there is a problem."
Peter Ford had indeed noticed something unusual, and he asked, "Although there are numbers in our names, we have never come into contact with Mr. Maori Kogoro... Could it be that you are overthinking it?"
"Even if you don't know Uncle Maori, it doesn't mean you are safe - the perpetrator may have other purposes. For example, his target of revenge is not only Uncle Maori himself, but also one or some of you."
Jiang Xia pulled out a stool, sat across from him, and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
“…”
Several celebrities looked at each other for a moment, thinking of the suspect given by Inspector Megure, "Murakami Joe", and tried hard to recall things related to this guy.
Peter Ford was the first to shake his head again. This foreign burly man looked very innocent: "I have no impression at all."
Food writer Minoru Nishina and photographer Nagaaki Shishido's faces changed slightly as they remembered something.
"I used to be a field reporter for a while." Nishina Minoru hesitated, "I once interviewed Murakami Takeshi when I went to a prison for an interview."
"I also met him in prison." Shishido Nagaaki nodded. "When I was a volunteer, I took portraits of murderers in prison."
After all three of them had spoken, Jiang Xia and the police's eyes fell on another person nearby.
Nana Koyama bore their gazes, biting her nails unconsciously, her eyes wavering, and she looked obviously guilty: "Murakami-jo... when did he get out of prison?"
Jiang Xia calculated the time, but couldn't figure it out, so he said perfunctorily, "He was just released a few days ago."
As he said this, he turned to look at Inspector Megure, signaling the professional to add more details.
However, before Inspector Megure could report the count, Nana Koyama suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
She answered decisively, "Then I don't know him--I've never heard of him."
Conan looked at her suspiciously and asked in a child's voice: "But, Sister Koyama, why did you look so panicked just now? Did you think of any clues?"
"What clues can I have?" Nana Koyamauchi's voice suddenly became louder, as if someone's tail was stepped on.
She obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, so she stood up and pointed her long fingernails at Nishina Minoru in the air, and changed the subject in an imposing manner:
"Come to think of it, I've been wanting to say this for a long time - that crappy book called 'Paris Restaurants' was written by you, right? The restaurants you recommended in it are worse than the last. Do you really know what fine food is?!"
(End of this chapter)
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