Chapter 2678 2690 [Magic Master]
Judy was dozing on the sofa in the living room. When she heard the noise of the door, she woke up with a start. She rubbed her eyes and looked up, just in time to see Akai Shuichi leaving the house safely.
"Hmm? Are you okay?"
Judy was a little surprised. She thought she would be woken up by an emergency evacuation notice from the FBI ace, or some other unusual commotion. But now it seems that the magic notebook is not as dangerous as she imagined.
In other words, after one night, Shuichi had successfully dug out information from it?
Thinking of this, Judy moved her gaze away from Akai Shuichi and fell on the magic notebook.
She stood up and asked nervously, "How was it, what did you gain?"
Shuichi Akai studied his notes for a whole night: "..." What did he gain?
Before he got this private notebook of Mr. Zhengying, he had thought that there might be some words related to a mysterious disciple in the notebook. And they would follow this mysterious disciple to catch Wu Zuo's real identity.
But in fact, when Shuichi Akai was alert to possible dangers and carefully studied every line of words above, he found that his only gain... was that he learned a lot of magic.
Just give him a set of props and he can perform on stage right now.
If he was a magician, he would be ecstatic right now. But he is actually an FBI agent, so... this is a stupid harvest.
For a moment, Shuichi Akai had the urge to slam his notebook onto the table.
But as the pillar of the FBI team, facing the curious and expectant eyes of his colleagues, he could only take a deep breath silently, and then calmly put the notebook back on the table.
"Unfortunately, there is no information about that person here." Akai Shuichi briefly summarized, paused, and then said, "But it can help us understand Uzo's methods and routines, so that we won't be too passive when facing him next time."
Judy: "..." In other words, our plan to "find out Uzo's true identity through this notebook" really failed? ...Wait, why did she say "really"?
…
Unlike the FBI who had been working all night and now looked a little haggard.
On the other hand, the high school student who lived an ordinary life had a good sleep and started his new day refreshed.
"Did the boss go to see Maya Hashimoto yesterday?" Jiang Xia was eating breakfast while looking through the emails received by Uzo.
Soon he saw the new brother's complaint and was very dissatisfied with what happened in the hotel last night: "We are all employees of the detective agency, but you came to find Hashimoto Maya instead of me? - I am much more senior than Hashimoto Maya."
After expressing his feelings about Toru Amuro's partiality, Jiang Xia glanced at the steaming cup of coffee at hand and suddenly missed the hardworking employee...the boss.
"I'm free anyway." Jiang Xia took a sip of coffee and quickly decided on today's schedule. "Let's go to the detective agency."
…
Before going to the detective agency, Jiang Xia took a detour and passed by the hotel where Hashimoto Maya and Amuro Toru were staying last night.
Let the Mist Tengu and the mermaid go in and float around. Not long after, the hardworking ghosts happily brought back two large balls of fallen murderous aura.
The ownerless murderous aura all belonged to the psychic. Jiang Xia naturally put the two balls of murderous aura that tasted good in his pocket and rushed to the detective agency.
Looking from a distance, Jiang Xia sighed: the door is closed, it seems that Toru Amuro has skipped work again today.
But soon, he made another discovery - a lady in a dark brown suit was standing at the door, talking to a child with her head down, and that child was...
"Conan?" Jiang Xia's mood improved after he ran into this lucky classmate who hadn't caught Amuro Toru. "Why are you here?"
Conan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and trotted over: "This auntie is here to see you."
Jiang Xia said "oh" and asked again: "So why are you here?"
Conan: “…”
This is a long story.
After what happened yesterday, he became doubly wary of Maya Hashimoto.
Remembering that this suspicious person joined the detective agency where Jiang Xia worked, Conan decided that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well use the excuse of delivering something to Jiang Xia and sneak over to take a look - the boss of this agency himself is very suspicious, and now two suspicious people are together... maybe he can accidentally get some new clues from them.
However, as he rode the bus all the way here, Conan was disappointed to find that, not to mention being together, this detective agency had not even opened for business.
He pried open the door and looked inside. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and saw a lady dressed elegantly.
"It's you?" The lady with short, neat hair looked at him in surprise and smiled. "Little boy, I remember you were in the newspaper. Is your brother Jiang Xia not here today?"
Conan was talking to her when he noticed Jiang Xia had arrived.
At this time, facing Jiang Xia's question, Conan was embarrassed to say that he was trying to observe Hashimoto Maya.
He then made up an excuse and pushed Jiang Xia towards his wife: "The customers are here, don't worry about me, just get back to work!"
Jiang Xia: “…”
…
No matter what, since I have met the client by chance, I definitely cannot let him stand outside any longer.
Jiang Xia found the key, opened the door, invited the lady in, and boiled some hot water.
The tea couldn't be served for a while, but fortunately the client was not in the mood to taste tea.
The elderly but well-maintained lady filled out the registration form, sat upright on the sofa, and sighed softly: "The reason I came here today is actually about my husband's matter."
Jiang Xia took the form she pushed over, glanced down, and saw that the column for the client's name was filled in with "九九七惠".
Conan was surprised to see this rare surname, "It looks so familiar... By the way, we just talked about a deceased Mr. Kujuku Motoyasu yesterday. He seemed to be a magician and was very famous."
The wife smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, that's my husband."
“…”
Conan looked embarrassed: "Sorry."
The wife shook her head. "It's nothing. It's been a week since he committed suicide. I've already accepted the fact that he's gone."
Jiang Xia heard the emphasis in her words: "Suicide?"
"That's the conclusion the police came to," Mrs. Ninety-Nine whispered, "but I always feel that... well, he doesn't look like someone who wants to commit suicide at all."
"Really?" Jiang Xia picked up the empty cup and put it down again. He turned around and looked at the hot water that had not yet been boiled. He missed his boss who was absent from work very much.
He retracted his gaze and looked at Mrs. Jiujiu again: "Why don't you tell me in detail about the situation on the day of his death, and I will help you judge whether it was suicide or not."
(End of this chapter)
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