The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Hearing what Masumi Sera said, Qin Zhibo was slightly stunned, neither refuting nor confirming.

Sera showed a confident smile on his face and continued.

"Although the soul detective was killed after the show was broadcast, the show was broadcast for less than half an hour, and it was impossible for the enemies under the tree to find the hotel where he stayed so quickly."

"This shows that before the show was broadcast, someone had already planned to kill him, which has nothing to do with the content of the show."

"Combined with the soul detective's statement that he knew the inside story of the Haneda Hiroshi case, and the testimony of the cleaner... the murderer was wearing black clothes."

"I think the murderer can only be a member of that organization."

When they were in London before, Qin Zhibo introduced the basic situation and organizational structure of the organization to Mary.

And Mary later told Sera, so Sera knew that the characteristic of most members of the organization was wearing black clothes.

The Haneda Hiroshi case and the disappearance of Akai Tsutomu are also inseparable from the organization.

Combining these points, Sera guessed that the organization might be the murderer.

"Also, uncle, you are in such a hurry to leave, I guess you have thought of some clues, right?"

"But this matter cannot be known to ordinary police, so let the fat policeman continue to investigate according to the clues of the soul detective's former enemy..."

As Mary's daughter, although Shiliang has never been a detective, she still has basic reasoning thinking.

Qin Zhibo saw Shiliang's confident look and knew that he could not hide it.

"I did think of someone in the organization, so I wanted to verify it..."

"But that person's identity is special, you can't meet him."

Qin Zhibo knew that Shiliang said this because he wanted to follow him to continue to investigate the organization's clues.

But Amuro Toru is an undercover agent of the organization, and there can't be too many red people around him, otherwise it will arouse suspicion and increase the risk of identity exposure.

When Shira heard Qin Zhibo's refusal, she hugged Qin Zhibo's arm and started to act coquettishly, "Good uncle, just take me to see it, even if you tell me who that person is..."

"No."

Qin Zhibo sat upright, unmoved, "I'll take you home now, don't have any crooked ideas."

...

Half an hour later, Qin Zhibo drove to the courtyard of a mansion.

At the door of the mansion, there are all kinds of advanced security measures, and "Baima" is written on the pillar at the door.

This is Shira's temporary residence. Because she still has to take care of the injured Baiba Tan, she will not live with Mary for the time being, but live in Baiba Tan's home.

It's called care, but it's not the kind of care for the wounded, but to help the disabled Baiba Tan conduct various investigations.

It can be regarded as Baiba Tan's detective assistant during this period.

Shiliang opened the door and got out of the car. He looked back at Qin Zhibo and smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth. "Uncle Qin, are you sure you don't want to take me with you?"

"It's getting late. You should go to bed."

Qin Zhibo left a message from his elders, stepped on the accelerator, and left the Baima family's mansion.

Shiliang looked at the red sports car going away, and his mouth gradually turned into a sly smile.

If you don't tell me who that person is, I won't know it?

Shiliang walked to the big iron gate leisurely with his hands behind his back.

The iron gate of the Baima family is guarded 24 hours a day. When he recognized that Shiliang had returned, he immediately opened the door remotely, not daring to neglect it at all.

"Miss Sera, you're back."

"Yes."

Sera nodded, and just as she was about to go in, she turned around and said, "You don't have to call me Miss, just call me Sera, and there's no need for honorifics."

The two men in suits guarding the gate heard this and shook their heads, "That won't do. You are a distinguished guest brought back by the young master, and we dare not neglect you."

"Otherwise the young master will blame you..."

Seeing the servants say this, Sera shook her head helplessly, and could only complain in her heart that "aristocratic families are troublesome."

But what she didn't know was that the threshold of the Baima family was extremely high, and not everyone could enter this house.

And Baima Tan's family education was also very strict. It was the first time that Baima Tan brought back a friend from outside at such a young age.

And it was a friend of the opposite sex and the same age brought back from London, so it was self-evident what kind of status this was.

Sera entered the mansion, changed his clothes, and came to Baima Tan's room.

At this time, Baima Tan was sitting on the bed, with a low table in front of him, on which were various materials and a laptop.

"Bai Ma, I'm back."

"Oh..."

Bai Ma Tan stopped typing on the keyboard and looked up and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I watched all the TV programs. The effect is very good."

"Haha~ That's all Uncle Qin's credit. I just assisted..." Shira scratched his head embarrassedly.

"No." Bai Ma Tan's mouth corners slightly raised, "I mean the effect of you wearing a maid outfit is unexpectedly good."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Shira's face was stunned, and a layer of blush quickly appeared on her face.

"You, what are you talking about!"

"I just rarely try it, it's not that I can't wear it..."

Sera knew that Bai Ma Tan was praising her for wearing a maid outfit to play a ghost.

Although she often dresses in a neutral style, she is not opposed to wearing feminine clothes.

If there is a chance, she even wants to try a bold bikini like Mary.

At this time, Hakuba Tan changed the subject, his expression suddenly became serious, and asked.

"The soul detective named 'Kaito Horita' was killed in the hotel. Do you know about this?"

Sera was stunned, thinking that he was worthy of being the son of the Superintendent General, and he was well-informed in this regard.

Sera nodded, "Well, I just came back from the scene of that case."

"Oh? So how far has the case progressed? Tell me about it..."

Sera sat on the chair beside Hakuba Tan's bed and narrated the scene of the case in detail.

Of course, there was also her own speculation.

"In other words, this case is likely to be committed by a member of that organization..."

Hakuba Tan held his chin up and thought about the investigation of the organization in the past few days.

Although he is the son of the Superintendent General, even if he mobilized all his resources, he could not find any clues about the organization.

The only clue that seemed to be valuable was that a cadre of the Nisan meeting had asked the police for protection and threatened that a large criminal organization wanted to kill him.

However, when the police arrived at the cadre's home, they found that the cadre had been shot dead.

As the son of the Superintendent General, Hakuba still knows about the Nisankai.

The Nisankai is one of the few major underworld gangs in Japan. It is inevitable to deal with the police on weekdays. It is an organization with not very clean hands and feet.

But this organization is not very smart. In Hakuba's view, as long as the police want to crack down on it, they can eliminate this social cancer at any time.

The hard-line parliamentary candidate Domon Yasuteru, who may have been promoted before, intended to clean up these social cancers.

The cadres of the Nisankai are regarded as a huge organization, so the scale of this organization is likely not limited to Japan, but a transnational criminal group.

In addition, the police have not found the murderer who assassinated the cadres of the Nisankai afterwards, and there is no suspect, which makes Hakuba think of the organization mentioned by Sera.

And his injury in London this time was also thanks to the members of the organization...

Thinking of this, Hakuba felt a little painful on the back of his back.

He now wanted to find the organization's lair immediately, send a large number of police to destroy it, and see with his own eyes what the leader of the organization who had lived for hundreds of years looked like.

But for now, his investigation could only be carried out in private.

Because the cadres of the Ni Canhui were assassinated immediately after calling the police, it also reflected one thing indirectly.

There is a traitor among the police.

If the traitor is not found, any action is meaningless.

"What about Qin Zhibo? What did he say?" Bai Ma Tan continued to ask.

Shiliang went to the side and picked up the kettle, poured himself a glass of water, and said after a sip: "The uncle seems to have a clue, but he won't let me follow..."

"Oh."

Bai Ma Tan nodded in understanding, and then said: "He should have his own considerations..."

Bai Ma Tan was easy-going, not too curious about what clues Qin Zhibo had, and continued to operate the laptop.

Originally, he was the kind of independent reasoning personality who was not easily influenced by others.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first."

"Well, good night."

"Good night."

Sera put the remaining water cup aside and left Hakuba Tan's room.

After a bright corridor, Sera returned to his guest room.

Although it was a guest room, it was quite luxurious, with a TV, computer, and private bathroom.

Sera sat on the chair, thought for a moment, and decided to take out the phone and dial the number.

"Is that Xiaolan?"

"I'm Sera Masumi, haha~ I'm in Japan too!"

"It's been a long time since we last met. I want to meet you, so I want to ask if your next day off is convenient?"

On the other side of the phone, Mao Lilan was a little confused about what Sera said.

It hasn't been long since I came back from London, how come I haven't seen you for a long time?

"Sorry, Masumi, I have to take the mysterious train on my next day off, so I can't meet you..."

"How about the next day off? I'll take you around Tokyo..."

"Mysterious train?"

Sera clamped the phone between her ears and shoulders, and took off her pants that she had worn all day with her free hands, revealing the shorts underneath.

"Ah... It's the Suzuki Express. Once a year, a special line for the mysterious train is opened. It is said that there will be reasoning games on it..."

"Oh!"

Sera threw her pants away, "There is such a fun place in Japan? How do I sign up? I want to participate too!"

"Sign up?"

"Sorry, the pass for this train was provided by my friend, and I don't know how to sign up..."

When Sera heard this, and Mori Ran was not very interested in reasoning when she was in London, she immediately guessed something.

"Is the boy with glasses next to you going to participate?"

"Hmm..."

"Are there others?"

"Yes, there are also my father, Dr. Agasa, Sonoko, and some other children of the same age as Conan."

Hearing the children of the same age as "Conan", Sera's mouth immediately showed a sinister smile.

"Oh, I see."

"Then sorry to bother you, good night, Xiaolan."

After hanging up the phone, Sera immediately pulled out a photo from the album of his mobile phone.

The angle of the photo was a little tilted, as if it was taken secretly without the other party's knowledge.

The protagonist in the photo is a little Lolita with brown hair, carrying a small red schoolbag on her back, and a petite and cute figure.

Around the little Lolita, there are Conan, the rice ball head kid, the cute little girl, the freckled boy and others.

This is the photo sent by Sera's mother, Mary, some time ago.

The little Lolita with brown hair in the photo is the child of her mysterious aunt.

Although it is a bit incredible, she should be a cousin who is one year older than her.

Sera guessed that the person Qin Zhibo wanted to consult should be this "cousin".

Because the cousin had been in the organization and knew about the various situations of the organization.

And Sera called Mao Lilan just now, thinking about slowly integrating into Mao Lilan's life circle, and then contacting this "cousin".

Of course, Mary told her not to let this "niece" participate in anything about the organization, and that kind of child's body can't do anything at all.

But this doesn't prevent me from making friends with her!

And Conan just happened to be in their small group~

It's really a full sense of happiness!

"Mysterious train..."

Sera's eyes turned, and he turned on the computer and began to search for the mysterious train on the Internet.

On the Internet, the tickets for the mysterious train had long been sold out, and someone even posted a photo online showing that the train pass was a ring.

But generally, such limited-edition products can be obtained as long as you use the back door.

"I'll ask Uncle Haneda tomorrow~"

"La~la~la~"

While humming a song, Sera took off his vest and shorts and went into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of running water came from inside.

...

In the steamy space, a blonde woman was standing naked under the shower head.

The spray of warm water poured on the soft golden hair, and then turned into a trickle, sliding over the perfect curve on the white cheek.

After a while, she turned off the shower and picked up a towel beside her to wipe her body.

When she was almost done wiping, she picked up a new towel and wrapped the key area in the middle of her body.

However, the fluffy bath towel could not cover her curvy and proud figure.

She spent another quarter of an hour to blow dry her hair, making it naturally fluffy and wavy, and then walked out of the bathroom and came to the guest room of the high-end hotel.

There was no light in the dim room, and it was completely set off by the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The woman sat on a leather chair, and a bunch of fresh red roses were placed on the round table next to her.

Next to the red rose basket was a bottle of vermouth and a wine glass.

She poured the vermouth into the glass and shook it gently.

Her fingertips gently twisted the foot of the glass, and her bright red lips touched the edge of the glass. The slightly cool liquid slid down her throat into the depths of her soul.

At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

The woman put the glass back on the table, one hand across her chest, supporting the elbow of the other arm.

"Bourbon..."

"How is the investigation going?"