Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 270: Xiao Golang in the Bar (Epilogue)

Inspector Megure was a little confused again: "But, this poster should be something that Miss Kishiura brought over, right?"

Conan continued in the voice of Maori Kogoro: "This is because the victim reminded Ms. Kishiura several times at the company, so Mr. Kogure should have noticed this. Even if Ms. Kishiura didn't bring the poster, he should have planned to use another poster to do the same thing."

"As for those darts, he must have guessed that if he gave the victim a target, he would start playing on the spot. And since they would definitely take tons of photos at the birthday party to post on their blog, it's not hard to imagine the victim would ask Ms. Kishiura to buy film."

"But all this was told to me quietly by the murder weapon stuck in the ceiling."

Everyone looked up at the ceiling, and sure enough, there was a dart needle stuck there.

"Of course, if it weren't for Mr. Kogure who bought the darts, there would be no way to prepare the same type of dart needles."

Inspector Megure raised another question: "But if the only thing stuck in the ceiling is the needle of the dart, then the thing that carried it up there, that is, the film box with the clay on it, should fall down from above."

"Of course it would be like that, because the victim's beloved poster was soaked by the champagne, causing everyone to panic. Even if the film box fell at that time, it would just be thought that someone accidentally dropped it while wiping the table, and no one would take it too seriously."

"By the way, the clay that fell off the film box should have fallen off, but I accidentally stepped on it and it got stuck to the bottom of my shoe. The clay had the same letters printed on it as the bottom of the film box."

"So what about those remaining hot spring ingot fragments on the table?"

Jack interjected at this time: "That's even easier. This is a bar. It's normal to have a few drinks containing carbonated water. Even soda water can be shaken to produce foam."

"Indeed, he should have thrown those fragments into his beer glass, where they would have slowly dissolved and disappeared. It's a pity that his perfect crime was ruined by the presence of me, the sleeping Kogoro."

It was obvious that this was a deliberate murder committed by a subordinate due to long-term bullying by his superior. Kogure Monpei quickly confessed his guilt and was taken away by the police.

"It's really exciting, but it seems that Detective Maori has really fallen asleep because he is drunk." Jack said as he walked to the bar.

"Well, miss, please give this business card to Mr. Maori after he wakes up. After all, I promised to let Detective Maori come to our wine cellar to select good wine." Jack was about to push the business card in his hand to Miss Yuxi.

However, Conan jumped up and took the business card: "It's okay, I will tell my uncle when I get back, just give it to me."

Conan looked at the business card carefully. There was no special mark on it. It only had the location of the Melodi family's temporary residence, the same one where the banquet was held last time. This made Conan a little disappointed.

"What's wrong? Are you disappointed because you didn't see the information you wanted?" Jack suddenly leaned over and came in front of Conan.

Conan was frightened by the voice that sounded right next to his ear: "Could you please not come close to me so suddenly? It's so scary!"

"Really? Why are you so scared of me? I've been acting so harmless." Jack showed his left hand helplessly. He didn't wear the claw blade that he usually wore today.

"Forget it, considering your good performance today, I'll tell you something interesting for free."

"whats the matter?"

"In a few days, the Patriarch seems to want to seize the 'Mountain of Light' gem that was on display at the Crystal Palace. However, the Crystal Palace seems to be experiencing a ghost incident right now. Before the incident is resolved, I'm sure many members will go there to join in the fun, if for no other reason than to enjoy another round of farce."

Conan was a little surprised: "Crystal Palace? Is it the Crystal Palace that once held a show in the UK?"

"Yes, look at the Crystal Palace now in such a dilapidated state. It seems to be due to poor management. The head of the family also told me about the heyday of the Crystal Palace... ahem, anyway, there will definitely be a lot of people coming to join in the fun. You can handle it yourself."

Jack said as he opened the door of the bar and left.

Conan pondered Jack's words over and over again: "Mr. Melody, has he ever seen the Crystal Palace in its heyday? But...the heyday was during the Victorian era."

[Prisoner: Yeah, it's finally my turn to be the guide!]

[Hermit: Be careful.]

[Mechanic: Just don't mess this up.]

[Entomologist: The Crystal Palace script includes an appearance by the "White Crow Duke." Orpheus, what are you going to do?]

[Novelist: Using a nightmare image seems too conspicuous. After all, the image of the nightmare pharmacist should have been fixed in Conan's mind.]

[Lucky Guy: If that doesn't work, I'll just use a deductive stand-in. I'll just create the image of that shrewd and money-hungry duke.]

[Gardener: There are many showrooms in the Crystal Palace. Dad, can we join in?]

[Factory Manager: Products from the textile factory? Of course.]

[Explorer: It seems someone's hair is in jeopardy.]

[Composer: Get ready to stay up late revising the script, Orpheus.]

On Amuro Toru's side, he finally found the mercenary in a buffet restaurant. There was a mountain of empty plates piled next to the mercenary.

Meanwhile, the owner of the buffet restaurant was excited: "He ate 102 octopus balls. A new record has been set!"

Seeing this, Amuro Toru couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Eating and drinking at public expense?"

"Don't say that. If we were to eat in the organization's internal restaurant, Gin would have to spend time restocking the kitchen." The mercenary stuffed the last octopus ball into his mouth.

After coming out of the buffet restaurant, Toru Amuro showed the mercenary the experimental record that Fan Wujiu gave him.

The mercenary frowned: "Where did you get it?"

"One of your members, a tall and thin man holding an umbrella, gave it to me."

"The experimental records of Group 5 are truly amazing."

"What kind of experimental record is this? Is it a human experiment? Or something else?" Amuro Toru frowned.

"Neither. This is a doomed tragedy. These five people have done some 'out-of-line' things because of their identities and positions." The mercenary sighed helplessly.

"None of the five of them was wrong. None of them could be considered a true villain. Because of their silence, they missed the opportunity to save their friends. Because of their missed opportunity, they lost everything and bore the shame. Because of their impulse, they made a blunder and ended up living in pain and guilt. Because of their anger and unwillingness, they killed those who trampled on their dignity and dreams. Because of their status and position, they judged others from the perspective of a god."

"But all five of them are habitually dwelling on the past. The guilt, shame, unwillingness, and regret of the past ultimately created this hunting ground for humanity. Those who can be grouped together mostly share certain commonalities."

"Of course, in my opinion, this so-called experiment and the manor game are both terrible."

Amuro Toru asked in confusion: "Then why did you choose to stay?"

"It's not because I chose to stay, but once I set foot in the manor, there's no turning back."

The mercenary was silent for a moment, leaving Amuro Toru alone to think quietly.