"What do you want from me, little brother?"
At the Sita venue, looking at the cute Conan next to her, Chris showed her professional smile.
"I just feel that Sister Chris, you are here alone, you seem very lonely."
"Ah, so you want to care about me?"
Chrissy raised her hand and touched Conan's head, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you have to worry about it, but compared to lively scenes, sister really prefers to be alone."
"Huh? But I saw that my sister and Uncle Maori were chatting happily..."
"Because my sister and Mr. Mori are friends."
"That's it...sister, are you drinking vermouth?" After a few small words, Conan got to the core. This was already a very obvious test.
[Ah, I see, you recognized me as that person...]
Vermouth, Belmode.
Chrissy looked down at Conan, with a faint smile on her lips.
She probably guessed the child's purpose for coming to her.
Let her think about it, how should she respond to him?
Yes.
Rubbing her fingers along the stem of the red wine glass, a trace of amusement flashed deep in Chris's eyes. She opened her mouth and her tone of voice instantly changed.
"You are really brave for such a direct test, little detective."
【Guessed it right! 】
Hearing this familiar tone, Conan smiled crookedly, feeling ecstatic in his heart.
"I knew it was you, Belmod."
In this case, was it wrong to feel that it was indeed Haiyuan before?
Looking at him meaningfully, at the moment when she heard Conan say this wrong code name, Chris seemed to also experience the wonderful pleasure of taking on someone else's identity.
It's so interesting. It was always those two people who used her identity to mess around, but now she finally has a chance to win back the fight?
"Detective, if you don't enjoy the party well, why don't you come to see me?" Chrissy started to show off while swaying the red wine in her glass.
Although she herself has no knowledge of acting, thanks to someone's genes, she seems to be born with a talent far beyond ordinary people in this area.
"Of course I have a question for you."
Now that "Belmod" had already admitted it, Conan naturally didn't bother to act. He put his hands in his pockets and the two of them stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He asked directly:
"What is the purpose of your organization this time? Did you forge Kidd's notice letter? And President Owada, does he have anything to do with you?"
"There are so many questions. I feel like it would be a bit impolite if I didn't answer you one or two..."
Chris tried her best to imitate the voice of the person in her memory.
"Tell me." Conan continued to ask.
"have no idea."
"ha?"
"Little detective, I am not the protagonist tonight. It is a very stupid behavior to waste time with me..."
After drinking the red wine in the glass, Chris said quietly.
"Belmod, what do you mean?"
Conan wanted to continue asking, but Chris just looked at the night scene outside the window quietly, with no intention of answering.
Helpless, he could only turn to ask about another thing he cared about.
"The cadre with the purple pupils you asked me to be careful about, is his code name called Regel?"
Not expecting this name to come out of Conan's mouth, Chris turned her head to look at him, with a hint of surprise on her face.
[Interesting, have you ever reminded this child of this? 】
"It seems I guessed it right." Keenly catching the changes on Chris's face, Conan got the answer he wanted.
"Who is he?"
She didn't answer him immediately. Chris looked out the window again and was silent for a while before turning her head to look at him.
"Don't continue investigating, little detective."
"Why?"
“Regel is a very lazy person, he never does unnecessary things, and he never kills unnecessary people.
But this does not mean that he is soft-hearted. He never hesitates to deal with those who pose a threat.
Little detective, you are already approaching his bottom line. This is a piece of advice. If you stop now, it's still too late. "
Chrissy bent down, close to Conan, looked directly into his eyes, and saw the panic in his eyes.
"If you continue to investigate, you and your family... will die."
Through Chrissy's pupils, Conan could clearly see the panic in his own eyes.
[This sense of oppression... Is this guy really Belmod? 】
"Click!"
At this moment, the door of the venue was opened, and five people, including Officer Megure, Kogoro Mori, Officer Sato, Karasuma Ei and Kenta, walked in together.
"Everyone, be quiet. I am the Thirteenth Police Department of the Criminal Investigation Section 1 of the Criminal Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department. There is something I need to announce to everyone..."
In front of everyone at the venue, Megure Thirteen announced the death of President Owada, and also informed everyone that the police had initially classified the case as a suicide.
Because the police still need to conduct a final search and verification, guests at the venue can freely choose whether to leave immediately. Those who want to leave only need to leave their contact information.
"Sister Xiaoying!"
After hearing that the police determined that President Owada's death was suicide, Conan did not waste any more time with Chris and hurried to Karasuma Ei and Officer Sato.
"President Owada..."
"Well, he is indeed dead."
"Is it really suicide?"
"No, I think not."
"Then why..."
Under Conan's questioning, Karasumaying told everything that happened in the east tower.
"Is it 'impossible crime' again? And that suicide note..." After hearing Karasumaying's description, Conan frowned.
The abnormally placed mobile phone, the stains on the kimono, the special way of committing suicide, the agreement with Kenta, the hasty decision to commit suicide...
Owada Ichiro's death was obviously weird in every way, but the conditions for committing the crime were a typical "impossible crime"...
"Sister Xiaoying, what do you think?" Conan looked up at Karasuma Ying and asked.
With the announcement of Owada Ichiro's death, the venue was extremely noisy at this time. Conan, Karasuma Ei and Kuroba Kaito stood in a remote corner, discussing the doubts of the case with each other.
"When President Owada died, it was true that no one in the East Tower approached the president's office on the 53rd floor, but this does not mean that the murderer was incapable of committing murder."
"There are many ways to create an 'impossible crime', such as throwing weapons, setting up traps, and changing the real crime scene. These are all methods commonly used by criminals..." Kuroba Kaito continued what Karasuma Ei said.
"Besides these, there is another possibility." The glasses reflected strange light, and Conan said in a deep voice:
"Then the murderer used certain methods to let the victim kill himself!"
"This is also what I think is the most likely scenario." Karasuma Ying said.
On the way back, she thought about it carefully. Based on all the clues in the president's office, if Ichiro Owada was really killed, it must be that the murderer used some remote method that they didn't know yet to let Ichiro Owada kill himself. Kill yourself.
But, what method can achieve this?
"Officer Sato!"
While the three were deep in thought, a police officer from the forensics department ran over with a report.
"The test results for the stain you asked us to analyze are out."
