Chapter 2875 2887 [Traitor! ] Ask for monthly ticket (`)
Rather than dwelling on this, the more important thing now is to leave here.
If I remember correctly, there were a lot of people gathered in the small square outside. Once they saw someone firing a gun in this room... let alone other passers-by, those detectives who like to meddle in other people's business would definitely rush over first and be very troublesome.
Thinking of this, Calvados did not delay and crawled out from under the table.
He glanced at the American reporter lying on the ground, and after confirming that the guy was beyond help, he rushed out the door and disappeared into the corridor.
After Calvados left.
In the corridor.
A cat with a black body except for its four snow-white paws looked up at him, brushed past him, and trotted into the room where the reporter died.
It took a look at the gun on the ground, quietly picked it up, and hid the gun in a corner of the hotel.
…
At the same time, the crowd watching downstairs had indeed understood the situation.
Jiang Xia glanced at Hattori Heiji and Conan who rushed upstairs, and quickly followed them.
The hotel staff looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and followed suit - there was a shooting incident in the newly opened hotel, they certainly couldn't just ignore it and leave everything to the detectives.
The group ran along the corridor. The broken windows of the building were very conspicuous, and the detectives knew which room the accident happened in with just a glance.
Soon, they ran upstairs and came to the door of the room in question.
Hattori Heiji pushed the door open, Jiang Xia walked to his side, looked inside, and saw a short and fat man lying in the room.
He walked in, squatted down to take a look, and shook his head helplessly: "He's dead, call the police."
"Hey, you guys!" The hotel staff stopped at the door breathlessly. Seeing the door already opened and the detective who had already walked into the room, they said in fear, "Aren't you afraid that the gunman is still hiding in the room?"
——It’s bad enough that someone died on the first day of opening. If a detective dies too, the hotel won’t be able to open!
Hattori Heiji snorted as he dialed the number: "If he's still there, we can catch him."
As he said this, he lowered his head to look at the ground and felt that he looked familiar: "This person seems to be..."
Jiang Xia confirmed his thoughts: "It's the celebrity reporter who made rude remarks at the banquet."
Conan also slipped into the house. He looked around and felt something was wrong: "The posture of this man falling to the ground is so awkward. Is he holding something in his left hand?"
Jiang Xia took a photo of the body, then gave it a gentle push. The short and fat man tilted to the side like a tumbler, revealing his left hand that was pressed under his body.
——His left hand was tightly holding his belt.
The hotel staff also saw this scene. They scratched their heads in confusion: "Did he get attacked when he wanted to take off his clothes to sleep?"
Jiang Xia shook his head: "Based on my experience, he must have had a flash of inspiration before he died, and left us a death message, hoping to use it to identify the murderer."
As he spoke, he loosened his grip and the corpse immediately fell back and returned to its original appearance.
Hattori Heiji put down his phone: "I told Uncle Otaki about the situation here, and he said he would be here soon."
After saying that, he looked at the dead body on the ground and sighed: "Another shooting. Why are there so many shootings recently?"
This is a question that a righteous high school detective cannot answer.
Jiang Xia was puzzled like him for a while, then got up and went back outside, waiting for the police to come and deal with the situation.
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"The deceased, Ed McCann, was from Chicago, USA. He was 48 years old and a well-known journalist."
Inspector Otaki arrived quickly and summarized the information at the scene at a speed no slower than Officer Takagi: "The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the chest. Combined with the testimonies of eyewitnesses, he was basically killed on the spot. However..."
He looked at the body whose death was a little strange: "The deceased seemed to have struggled briefly before he died. Come to think of it, do you remember the exact time when the gunshot was fired?"
Jiang Xia looked at his watch: "Around 8:05 pm."
Hattori Heiji pointed to the window and added, "We were in the square below when we heard the gunshots and saw that the window of this room was broken. Jiang Xia, Gong... cough, and I rushed up immediately - it was only about a minute before and after."
Inspector Otaki scratched his head: "So, the shooting happened right after the dinner?"
Jiang Xia shook his head. "We were in the square not because we were leaving after the banquet, but because we were helping the three sports stars prepare for the next step - they were going to use the lighted rooms on this building to spell out the letter 'K'. Xiaolan was asked by them to help them adjust the direction in the square."
When Inspector Otaki heard the words "three sports stars", he immediately became alert. He stroked his chin and said, "In other words, in addition to the deceased, the three sports stars were also in the building at the time."
Vodka, who was listening in the crowd, nodded quietly: There was also Calvados who followed the deceased, and I don't know if that guy managed to escape.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone buzzed and I received an email.
“…” Vodka glanced at the crowd and saw that no one noticed him, so he quietly walked away and lowered his head to click.
The message was from Calvados:
[Why are you with that group of detectives?
[Are you familiar with them to this extent?]
Vodka's eyes twitched: "..." What tone, how do you question a traitor? Do you think I like that?!
——After the shooting just now, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to slip away. But just as he stood up from the flower bed, before he could run away, he heard a kid upstairs waving his hands and shouting at him, "Uncle Yamada!"
The kid had an incredibly large lung capacity, and while he was shouting for help, he was also shining a beam of light towards this side.
Shrouded by the oblique beam of light like a stage light, the other guests in the square immediately looked over here.
Facing many gazes from all around, Vodka hesitated for a moment between "forcing his way away from Uzo's stage like a suspicious person" and "following the guidance of the little minions to take a look". In the end, he did not dare to choose the former and was forced to go upstairs.
When Vodka replied to text messages to his colleagues perfunctorily.
Next to him, Hattori Heiji caught a glimpse of the scene outside the door, quietly poked Conan and gave him a look: There is indeed something wrong with this guy!
"Do you think these shooting incidents were possibly controlled by the Black Organization that harmed you?" Hattori Heiji took Conan aside and whispered, "Actually, when I saw vodka at the banquet just now, I had a bad feeling. I didn't expect something to really happen."
Conan's face was also very solemn: "I don't know either, but this guy showed up at this kind of banquet, he must have some shady ideas - fortunately we have kept him here, if he is really related to this shooting incident, then we can take this opportunity to catch him on the spot!"
(End of this chapter)
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