Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 183
"A detective who knows how to play with guns?" Mouri Kogoro took the fake gun, gestured in his hand, and suddenly realized, "I'm going to shoot a modern historical drama. At that time, detectives were really free, unlike now... oh, I haven't touched a gun in a long time."

"I'm ashamed to say, it's a modern drama." Kozaburo Hijikata was a little embarrassed, he raised his finger and pointed to the outside of the balcony, as if changing the subject:

"The first scene is the canal behind this building, confronting gangsters with guns... Hearing what you say, this will definitely be regarded as a gangster scene by the audience."

The center of the topic unconsciously moved to the river. According to Kozaburo Hijikata, the river-view room was also one of the selling points of this building back then.

"There is no shelter, no exhaust, and it is very ventilated, and the air is good all year round." Hijikata Kozaburo pushed open the balcony door, nodded to the white tree standing on the balcony, and said hello, then turned to the other several people in the room. The man motioned, "Look, this is the river."

Hearing what he said, people in the room also came out one after another, looking down curiously.

The river is very wide, and the water flows unhurriedly, which is really quite natural scenery-although there are many new high-rise buildings on the other side, but because the distance is too far, they are more like a well-placed beautiful embellishment, rather than giving people a sense of oppression tall artifacts.

The scenery is good, the air is better, people don't want to leave after staying.

Mori Kogoro immediately obeyed his will and did not move his nest. Holding a fake gun, he leaned on the balcony and explained how to Hijikata Kosaburo.

Halfway through the talk, a recognizable phone ringing suddenly came from the adjacent room.

Everyone was startled, and they all looked at the balcony next door. Xiaolan asked Tufang, "Aren't you going to answer the phone?"

Conan leaned on the railing, stood on tiptoe, and glanced at the opposite room through the balcony, but because of the angle and light, he couldn't see anything clearly.

But one thing is certain:
"That room doesn't belong to Hijikata-san."

"That's right, little brother." Hijikata Kozaburo smiled, "This is Okita's phone ringing. He may have been entangled by the reporters downstairs, so he hasn't come up for so long..."

Halfway through the conversation, a figure suddenly fell from the door of the next room onto the balcony, and then lay stiffly on the ground, motionless.

Although the man had a ferocious expression, and his eyes and mouth were wide open to a terrifying degree, he could still be recognized——

"Yumi?!"

Kosaburo Hijikata was very anxious when his wife suddenly appeared on the balcony of someone else's house with unknown life or death.

While yelling, he had already stepped on the window sill of his own balcony, making a gesture to jump to the next door.

Xiaolan next to her was quick-sighted, and pulled him down, "Calm down, this is the fifth floor!"

Although it is the fifth floor, there is only a little more than 1.5 meters between the two balconies, which is completely within the range that an adult can cross.

If Kozaburo Hijikata wasn't on the field in normal times, Xiaolan might have jumped over to check the situation.

But at this moment, some kind of force majeure made her look like an ordinary girl, anxiously looking at the hostess on the opposite balcony.

Bai Shu was half lying on the balcony railing, while no one was paying attention to him, he raised his hand to attract the upright jumping soul, and held him down.

After doing all this, looking back, there was no one running on the balcony.

……

Kozaburo Hijikata rushed into the corridor and smashed the door, "Okita! Come out, Okita!!"

"The apartment should have a spare key." Kogoro Mori was still clear-headed, "Keep knocking on the door, maybe he will open it. I'll go to the administrator to borrow the key!"

Xiaolan also calmed down quickly, skillfully called an ambulance, and then called the police.There are too many such things, what to do has evolved into a process, and I don't even need to think about it.

However, when she called the police, Hijikata Kozaburo had other suggestions, "If you call the police, turn right out of the building and there will be a police station less than 100 meters away. It's faster to run there!"

"Okay!", Xiaolan ran away quickly, and sent a Conan who followed her.

As the two left in the elevator, Hijikata Kozaburo stopped hammering the door, straightened up, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and tore off the house number with the words "502 Chongtian", took out "602 Tufang" from his loose trouser pocket and replaced it, and then turned around refreshed...just as he saw a person coming out of the door opposite, Looking at him inexplicably.

"..."

Kosaburo Hijikata buzzed in his head, holding the hand of the Okita house number, a layer of cold sweat broke out in an instant.

...It's all because the famous detective has such a strong sense of presence, he actually completely forgot about this assistant!I don't know if he saw what he did just now.

If you see...

Kosaburo Hijikata hadn't thought of a speech yet, he just had time to smile awkwardly, ready to respond on the spot.

However, the other party didn't question him at all. After looking at him for a few times, he walked straight to the stairs without stopping, leaving Hijikata Kosaburo alone at the door, confused.

... Whether you saw it or not, you should leave a comment!

……

When Bai Shu reached the first floor, he saw an ambulance parked outside the gate. Xiaolan, Conan, medical staff and police were crowded in the corridor, waiting for the elevator.

Xiaolan waved at him, "Brother Zhishu, this way! The police and doctor have already been invited, so you don't need to go anymore!"

The elevator didn't come down, Bai Shu glanced at the stagnant numbers on the panel, and walked towards them.

The police were still asking Xiaolan about the details of the incident, Bai Shu took the opportunity to grab Conan and whispered, "Okita didn't kill him."

"Kill... are you so sure that the person is dead?" Conan was not too surprised by the result of the person's death.

But now, the biggest suspect is Okita, Bai Shu came down a few minutes late, what happened during this period, let him come to the statement that Okita is not the murderer?
"You can see for yourself, I have something to go out." Bai Shu completely ignored the serious and tense atmosphere around him, and said it as normal as leaving home to go to a convenience store to buy comics.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered the fake gun secretly hidden in the sofa by Mori Kogoro in the original world line, and added:
"I opened the glass door of the balcony, and there were my fingerprints on it. If you can't find it, it's okay. Look elsewhere. The four of us stayed inside for nearly half an hour, and there will definitely be traces."

"What are you talking about..." Conan was dazed by his nonsensical words, but his intuition still made him firmly remember the content of the words.

He still wanted to ask, but the senior salted fish on the opposite side slid so fast that he disappeared in a flash.

"...", Conan looked at the slightly shaking corridor door, and could only swallow the words again.

And until then, the elevator was still occupied and did not come down.

The people downstairs finally couldn't wait any longer and decided to run up the stairs to the sixth floor.

Xiao Lan made way for the doctor and the police, and turned to Conan, who was still in deep thought, "Let's go too."

"Oh, good." Conan came back to his senses, trotted a few steps to keep up, and when he passed by Xiaolan, he took her hand.

……

The canal is wide and the bridge spanning it is long.

Halfway along the sidewalk beside the bridge, the notebook in Bai Shu's pocket began to respond faintly.

Compared with Conan's transformation when drinking baijiu before, this time, the reaction of the book is obviously bigger, it's like holding a leaking electric shock rod.

It can be seen that the person whose name is written on it is in critical condition.

Bai Shu pulled out the notebook helplessly, twirling his fingers, and trotted.

(End of this chapter)