Asakura was kindly asked to leave the scene.
"What on earth is that guy doing?" Looking at Asakura Makoto who was kicked out without saying a word, Kudo Shinichi's head was full of black lines, and he deeply felt the unreliability of adult detectives——
Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to ask Asakura Makoto about the purpose of coming here, and to exchange information on the progress of Haneda Hideyoshi's disappearance. It seemed that he could only wait until the case was broken before he could make the trip.
On the other hand, being kicked out of the scene was exactly what Asakura wanted. He didn't really come here to break the case. The proprietress of this hotel was an old acquaintance of his. She was a bit smart but not enough.
To avoid the crowd watching the fun, just like Asakura Makoto said, he came here to take advantage of Kudo Shinichi's fame. Even a discerning person would know that this was just an excuse.
But for more people, this casual excuse is indeed what some people really think - the title of the island country's police savior, which often appears in the headlines, itself means fame, and it is a fortune to get a little bit of it. Not a small fortune.
People with such ideas continued to gather, and eventually a large crowd formed outside the cordon.
The formation of the crowd naturally plays the role of attracting and blocking sight.
Asakura stood for a while under the deserted roof, his eyes passing over the crowd watching the excitement, and he accurately caught the woman on the other side who was moving cautiously.
"You are really trying to be smart." He pressed his temples and found a closed space to change into another appearance.
She changed into regular clothes, washed off her makeup, and combed her hair straight and hanging behind her back. She looked like a changed lady boss walking nervously in her hotel.
She walked, looking around to make sure no one around her could notice her movements.
After a while, she arrived at her destination, took out the key and opened the door - this was the room rented by one of the suspects in the incident that happened outside. The purpose of the landlady coming here was obvious. She used some method to get there. The real culprit of the murder was confirmed, and the evidence was eliminated before the Metropolitan Police Department searched here.
The landlady groped around in the room for a while, pulled out the tenant's suitcase from the closet, unzipped it, and was about to reach in and rummage through it.
At this moment.
"Miss Chizuru, what are you doing here?"
The sudden voice behind her made her body tremble, and it was at this moment that her name was revealed - "Qianzuru"
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Her gentle appearance and quiet temperament really fit the word "crane".
"The guest asked me to tidy up the room so he can check out."
Chizuru reacted quickly and arranged the clothes in the box with a normal expression.
"I remember this room belongs to one of the suspects, right? Does he want to check out?" Asakura sat cross-legged about two meters behind her and asked curiously.
Hearing this, Qianzhe felt awe-struck, knowing that the person behind her had caught her sore leg.
what to do?
She only had a dagger on her body for self-defense, and the possibility of suddenly stabbing the man behind her to death was almost zero.
"Is that so?" Chizuru put the suitcase back, "Maybe I went to the wrong room." After that, she stood up from the closet, turned to Asakura and prepared to leave.
"You went to the wrong room, right?" Zhen Asakura stopped joking and warned seriously, "Miss Qianzuru, please don't do anything unnecessary. The guy who died here was not our fault."
The moment Chizuru heard this sentence, her brain instinctively analyzed the meaning. After a moment, she turned around and stared at the mask on Asakura Makoto's face.
It was a dazzlingly red carp.
"Is that you?" His voice couldn't contain his excitement.
"No." Asakura took off the mask, "This mask is just a token to mark my identity."
"...Really?" Qianhe pursed her lips, accepting the reality with regret and a little happiness.
"You seem happy to hear that it's not the boss who is here in person?"
After realizing that the person wearing a familiar mask in front of her was not the benefactor who saved her from a moment of despair, Qianzhe regained the qualities that a hotel proprietress should have. She covered her lips slightly and showed a slightly shy smile: "I am now This is not the way to meet your sweetheart."
"Ah..." Asakura Makoto paused, "I remember that the boss only met you once when he purchased this hotel, right? It's a bit exaggerated to be a sweetheart or something."
Asakura remembered it very clearly. He had indeed only met this woman once a few years ago. At that time, the financial bubble of the island country burst, and the depreciation of various assets was extremely severe. The hotel he was in now was the capital feast. One of the trophies.
"It's no exaggeration. That gentleman has a charm that makes me want to dedicate everything to him just once. If he can look at me again, I am willing to exchange everything."
At that time, the owner of the hotel, Chizuru's father, lost all his money on loans and investments, and committed suicide. Only the elderly grandfather and Qianzuru were left to support the management of the hotel.
There were bank collections on the outside and her grandfather was seriously ill on the inside. At this time, Asakura Makoto appeared in front of Chizuru. Even with the purpose of purchasing a hotel, Chizuru still regarded her as the savior to save her from the fire and water.
Listening to the praises of this pretty landlady, Asakura really didn't have much favorable impressions.
"So, is this why you went to drug Haneda Hideyoshi yourself, wanting to step into the shadows and let him take a look at you?"
Yes, he warned Qianzuru not to get into trouble, not just because of this murder - another person who made unplanned actions because of feelings. This feeling of losing control made Asakura really uncomfortable.
When he was still working under Rum, someone gave up the planned evacuation plan and chose to come back to rescue him, which almost led to the failure of the entire plan.
He really wanted to understand that this was the other party's good intentions, but the problem was that abandoning the plan undoubtedly represented a true distrust of Asakura, and in the organizational environment, did people who did not care about the danger really want to save him or give him something? How about an extra shovelful of dirt for the grave?
"Yes." Chizuru admitted.
"That's really..." Asakura sighed, holding his forehead. This is why he can't completely trust others. It's difficult to quantify such intense and impulsive things as feelings. Just like the woman in front of him, he knows that he hates uncontrollable emotions. changes, but still chose to make his own decisions.
"Forget it." Zhen Asakura stood up and walked to the door, "Next time, he might call me personally and ask me to get rid of you, so why not make an example next time?"
Looking at Chizuru who was silent, Asakura leaned against the door frame.
"By the way, an extremely grand chess match will be held here in a while, and I'll leave the preparations to you."
"By the way, that adult will come to the scene in person when the time comes."
