Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 12 The camera is really a good thing

Conan turned his head and saw Kogoro Mori accidentally knocked over the trash can. Masaki Negishi, who was startled by the movement, also turned his head and looked over suspiciously.

Bai Shu squatted down, picked up a branch and poked the garbage on the ground to show his acting skills, "Oh, I remember it fell into it! Let's look for it carefully!"

Mori Kogoro also quickly squatted down and secretly gave Bai Shu a thumbs up: Well done!As expected of me, Kogoro Mori's assistant!

"..." Conan, who was watching, had two drops of sweat on his forehead. Are these two people really reliable?

……

On the first day of tracking, nothing happened.

The next night, like yesterday, Mori Kogoro and Shiraki followed all the way to Negishi Masaki's house.

And the bearded uncle with rough nerves still didn't realize that he was being followed.

Mori Kogoro parked the car opposite Negishi Masaki's house.

After Masaki Negishi's house turned off the lights, Mori Kogoro couldn't help yawning. He flattened the driver's seat and lay down. "Just like yesterday, we take turns to guard. Remember to wake me up at two o'clock."

"Okay." Bai Shu sucked the jelly and glanced out through the car window.Negishi Masaki's house was pitch black, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Bai Shu didn't expect Kogoro Mori to be quite dedicated to his work. He said he wouldn't let Negishi Masaki out of sight, so he really followed him all the way to his house, and took turns watching with himself at night.

However, Mao Li still underestimated the difficulty and danger of this tracking.

Because, as a two-story independent building, the home of the small local tyrant Negishi Masaki...has a back door.

Bai Shu sucked the last mouthful of jelly, wiped his hands, and took out his little book.

Several black characters were displayed on the notebook—Masaki Negishi.

The bearded man is dying.

After waiting quietly for an hour, Mori Kogoro next to him was already asleep enough to start snoring.

Bai Shu also put on his gloves and shoe covers, took out the Polaroid camera he had prepared before, quietly opened the car door, and walked out.

……

When he came back, Bai Shu had a soul in his hand.

Soul was so drunk that after following Bai Shu back to the car, he didn't complain to the god of death whom he had met for the first time, but pointed to the foot of Bai Shu and asked him, "Can I have a sip of wine?"

"...", Bai Shu looked at the sake in the shopping bag, not very happy.

The soul can't eat and drink, even if it is fed with a wine glass, it can't drink it in one gulp, and the wine will spill its pants instead.

Masaki Negishi also came to his senses, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Ah, can you let me smell it?"

This is fine, Bai Shu opened the wine bottle and put it in front of him, the uncle leaned over intoxicated, and threw himself on the mouth of the bottle.

"According to the regulations, you can't stay here for too long." Bai Shu looked down at him, "But it's far away from the headquarters, so it's not so strict. I can let you see the prisoner obey the law."

"That's good." Negishi Masaki immediately agreed, and shook his fist angrily, "This bastard is too disrespectful."

"... Mmm.", this soul's mentality is quite good, maybe he was too drunk and didn't realize the seriousness of death.

Ignoring the alcoholic ghost, Bai Shu raised his head and looked out the car window.

It was quiet outside, and the only light sources were a few street lamps. Looking at it this way, Masaki Negishi's house was not at all abnormal.

No one would have thought that not long ago, a tragedy happened at its back door.

While Mori Kogoro was sleeping soundly, Bai Shu took out some photos from Polaroid, sealed them in an envelope, and put the envelope away.

At two o'clock, he woke Kogoro Mori on time, and lay down for a while himself.

After dawn, which was the morning of the third day of tracking, the door of Masaki Negishi's room opened with a click—an uncle wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses came out.

Mori Kogoro hurriedly shook Bai Shu awake, "Naoki, wake up, he's gone out!"

...the naive detective didn't notice anything unusual.

In his opinion, the third day of follow-up still ended without incident.

On the fourth day, the client Abe Feng sent someone to deliver 40 yen, plus the previous deposit, it was exactly 50 yen.

Mao Li took a shower, changed out of his crumpled clothes, and sat in the living room refreshed, smoking a cigarette, counting the money, "Hahaha, this job is so easy! The money is so easy to earn! "

Xiaolan was also very happy, "Business is much better than before."

"Yeah, everyone is finally starting to notice my strength!" Mouri Kogoro laughed heartily, without compulsion in his heart.

Xiao Lan continued to nod her face, "Because in the previous incidents, Dad was really too powerful!"

"..." Conan stood beside him speechless, looking at the father and daughter singing together, he thought to himself, it's actually me who is too good.

...It is a pity that this cannot be said.Conan looked at Xiaolan, and took a mouthful of dessert depressed.

At this time, the joyful music on the TV changed, and a piece of news was suddenly interrupted.

"At about eight o'clock tonight, a charred male corpse was found in the fire altar of Chigui Village, a tourist attraction..."

It's normal for death cases to appear in the news. Mori Kogoro, Xiaolan and Conan didn't pay attention to this.

The TV continued to broadcast, "Judging from the items found at the scene, the deceased was 42-year-old Negishi Masaki. At present..."

"What?!" Before the news was over, Mori Kogoro's expression changed suddenly. He turned his head and threw himself in front of the TV, staring at the screen, "How is that possible?!"

At this time, a photo of Masaki Negishi happened to be shown on the TV.

Mori Kogoro watched carefully for a while, unbelievable, "Indeed...he is right..."

Beside the white tree, a drunken soul lay on the wine glass and sighed faintly, "Is this person really a detective? Why do I feel so dazed?"

After a pause, he was a little angry again, "By the way, why did that bastard take my body so far away and burn it to a mummy? We were old friends before, and we didn't have any deep hatred!"

"That's why you're not nice when you meet people." Bai Shu took a sip of the fruit juice and absent-mindedly used idioms.

Mori Kogoro was still staring blankly at the TV, and Xiaolan asked worriedly, "Dad, what's the matter? Is it someone you know?"

"It's more than knowing..." Mao Li turned his head, and his eyes subconsciously fell on Bai Shu.

Bai Shu was startled, and immediately put on a serious expression, "That's right, for the past three days, Mr. Mao Li and I have been following him."

(End of this chapter)