Chapter 2880 2892 [Punishment for Conan] Ask for monthly ticket (づど)
Next to him, Jiang Xia fiddled with the old-fashioned pistol and said, "Conan may just want you to be careful about what you say and do. After all, this case involves a world-famous star. If the reasoning is wrong, it will have a bad impact."
"Bad influence?" Hattori Heiji snorted. "It's fine if someone else says this, but it's not credible when it comes out of your mouth. When you knocked on those criminals, did you ever think about the influence?"
As he was talking, he remembered that Jiang Xia had not yet solved the case. He touched his chin and felt that he understood:
"You think the American reporter deserved the punishment, and you sympathize with Kudo, so you are reluctant to solve the case. What's wrong with all of you Tokyo detectives? Solving a case is solving a case, and the murderer is the murderer. It's just like a math problem. One is one and two is two. This is not a game of favors."
Jiang Xia was silent for a moment: "..." That's why he likes to be with detectives - not only are there cases, murderous intent and ghosts, but he can also act freely. As for the logic behind these actions... they will naturally help you make it flawless.
Just as he was thinking, Hattori Heiji turned his head and stared at his hands: "Wait, what are you doing?"
"..." Jiang Xia, "I'm solving a case."
Hattori Heiji rushed over and said, "Stop playing around, this is physical evidence! And what if you move around and the gun goes off!!"
Jiang Xia dodged him and said seriously, "Come to think of it, have you ever thought about why there were two pistols at the scene?"
"This..." Hattori Heiji was briefly attracted and began to think. Suddenly, his expression became solemn. "Could it be... Could it be that there is another murder case brewing, but it was interrupted by the murder case just now?!"
"No, we have to go find Uncle Otaki and ask him to step up the screening of those guests!"
Muttering to himself, he strode out.
Jiang Xia smiled.
Before his smile could take shape, Hattori Heiji came running back and grabbed him, "You come with me, don't try to find that suspicious person and knock him around behind my back!"
Jiang Xia: “…”
…
The other side.
Conan, who had already rushed back to the banquet hall, suddenly looked ahead and stopped in a daze.
——He ran out just now on impulse, and he didn't even think about where to find Ray Curtis for investigation.
However, as if it was fate's guidance, just as I ran to a corridor, three people happened to walk out of the men's restroom in front.
—Ray Curtis, Mike Nord, and Rika Barre.
The atmosphere among the three retired sports stars was harmonious. The baseball player and the boxer were helping Ray Curtis together, trying to take him to find a place to sit down.
The baseball star looked at him staggering and asked worriedly, "Are you really okay?"
Ray Katis smiled bitterly and said, "It's nothing serious, just an old injury that recurred."
The three of them walked towards the hall while chatting in a friendly atmosphere.
After they walked away, Conan hesitated for a moment and quickly ran into the bathroom.
He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a trash can, and emptied it. With a crash, balls of paper used to wipe hands rolled out and landed on the ground.
At the same time, there was a crisp "ding-dong" sound. Conan looked in disbelief and saw a valve core lying quietly on the ground, mixed in with the paper balls.
“…”
A schoolboy detective fell silent.
…
When Conan's expression changes.
In the banquet hall.
Vodka was hiding in a hidden yet not-so-hidden corner. He pushed up his sunglasses and looked in that direction.
Vodka: “…” Why did that little bastard run over alone with such an ugly look on his face?
Just as I was thinking about it, there was suddenly movement in that corridor.
"!" Vodka immediately retracted his gaze and calmly straightened his cuffs which had been messed up during the smoke reaction. He glanced over there and saw three sports stars walking out side by side.
A minute later, Conan also came out, staring at Ray Curtis with an extremely grim expression.
"What's going on?" Vodka scratched his hat, a little confused.
He thought about it and speculated on the situation in his own way: "As expected, the deceased was the American reporter who offended the organization. And the murderer is definitely not Calvados... According to Uzo's preferences, the real murderer who shot the reporter must be among these three sports stars."
As for who it is...
After seeing through the abyss behind the pure appearance of Mao Lilan, the action of a high school girl asking for an autograph helped him lock in the answer.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the murderer must be Ray Curtis. In this case, it is normal for this little minion to stare at him. But what is abnormal is the expression of this kid - why is it so ugly? It's like..."
After pondering for a moment, suddenly, like a flash of lightning, Vodka suddenly turned out a familiar face from the depths of his memory.
——That was a fan of his at the time. If I remember correctly, when the news broke that the idol he admired was pregnant and had a child and was dumped by a scumbag, he had a look of grief and anger as if the sky had fallen.
“Could it be…”
Vodka stared at Conan as if he had seen a ghost: "Could it be that my previous speculation was wrong - this kid was so happy after getting the tickets to Ray Curtis's show, not because he has a job again, but because he is really a fan of Ray Curtis?!"
"No wonder!" In an instant, Vodka was enlightened, and felt that many things that he had not understood before suddenly became clear to him:
“No wonder Uzo had to let Ray Katis take action even though there were three journalist victims—this willful stage director would definitely not allow his promising youngster to be distracted by other things, just like some authoritarian parents would break their children’s CDs and tear off their idol posters.
"Uzo didn't tear up the CD and poster... he just tore up the person he was chasing!"
Looking at the expression of the little minion at this moment, Vodka felt gloating for a moment, and a chill down his spine at the same time.
——Perhaps it was because Conan's expression of grief was so vivid. As a fellow fan, facing this terrible situation...Vodka actually felt a little sad.
“Before that, Uzo had even used Ran Maori’s hand to get that kid his idol’s autographed jersey and exhibition match tickets—first he praised him to heaven, then he dealt him a heavy blow… As expected of that devil, even his way of beating up his subordinates is so unique.
"Compared to this guy who destroyed other people's faith, Brother Gin is simply a good boss..."
I was sighing silently in my heart, when suddenly, a gentle and sweet voice came from behind me.
Ms. Yoko held up the wine glass: "Are you... Mr. Yamada?"
Vodka: “?!!”
(End of this chapter)
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