How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

"Oh, I said long ago that I shouldn't come here, and I have to come here, what's so good!"

The drunk Kogoro Maori walked staggered, and he couldn't stop complaining.

"Dad! It's Aunt Lilizi's wedding banquet this time! Don't say any more spoilers."

Xiaolan supported Mouri Kogoro with difficulty, and gratefully glanced at Amuro who was supporting the other side.

Thanks to Mr. Amuro who also followed, otherwise she and Conan alone would not be able to help Dad back to the hotel.

This time, her mother's classmate Lily Lili remarried, and specially invited Xiaolan's family. As a result, her mother couldn't come for a while, but it was her father who brought everyone here.

"By the way, Miss Mauri, what is the room number you booked?"

Amuro Toru leaned against the front desk of the hotel, turned around and asked.

"3107 and 3108, can my father and Mr. Amuro live in one room?"

Xiaolan wiped the sweat that was forced out from her forehead and said.

"Of course there's no problem, it will be more convenient for me to take care of Mr. Mouri. Miss Xiaolan shares a room with Conan, right?"

Amuro Toru gave Conan a pointed glance.

The little detective stared back with a blushing face.

"Yeah, it will be easier to take care of Conan this way."

With a smile on Amuro's face, he took the key from the front desk clerk and held the key tightly in his palm.

This hotel trip is no coincidence, he specially guided Kogoro Maori to book this hotel.

Of course, he already knew which two rooms Mauri had booked.

3107 and 3108.

Directly across from these two rooms is 3109.

This was originally his carefully selected room.

The suspicion of Xin Haikong came for no reason and was aggressive, and he really couldn't directly confront Xin Haikong in person.

He went back to the Ministry of Public Security to investigate Xin Haikong's resume, which was clean and clear.

Honestly, it's even brighter than his own resume.

Xin Haikong even participated in the national championship of tennis in high school, and the video of the game is still there. Through the video, you can also see Xin Haikong in high school, which is exactly the same as the one he encountered in the haunted house.

If Xin Haikong was really an undercover agent of the organization eight years ago, this detail would be too frustrating.

But doubts do exist. In order to find out what is going on, Amuro decided to take some side-by-side means to determine whether Xin Haikong and M are related.

However, when he tried to infiltrate Xin Haikong's apartment to install surveillance equipment, he waited for that unexpected opportunity—

That afternoon, he received a text message from Rum.

Rum rarely contacted him actively. Once contacted, something big would happen, so he opened the text message as soon as he caught a glimpse of the familiar tail number that day.

There are only a few words on it—

[Gino Keisuke will stay in Room 3109 of the Holiday Inn tomorrow night, and must stop M from killing him. ]

This text message is very informative.

Keisuke Gono is an arms dealer who has been cooperating with Rum for a long time, and plays a vital role in several large-scale events organized by Rum.

Amuro has been undercover under Rum for several years and has had many contacts with this underground businessman.

Keisuke Gono did not help Rum for no reason. In fact, Rum would also help Keisuke Gono to eliminate all competitors on the market.

In general, the two sides have been in a state of mutual benefit. If you want to bring down rum, sooner or later, you must bring down the businessman named Keisuke Gono.

However, what is interesting is that, looking at the information revealed between the lines of this text message, M seems to be going to attack Keisuke Gono?

what is this? Is it a struggle for power among members of the organization?

If M really killed Keisuke Gono, it would be like cutting off an arm of rum.

From the standpoint of the public security, Amuro Toru is actually happy to see this kind of thing happen. When the two tigers fight, they, the hunters, can naturally reap the benefits of the fisherman.

From the standpoint of Bourbon, a member of the Black Organization, of course he still had to stop it symbolically.

And this task is probably not a trap. Rum and Gin have always been at odds with each other, and the probability of being willing to help M to set him up is almost negligible.

With a high probability, M really wants to get rid of Keisuke Gono. Only in this way would Rum send out the mission so anxiously, and let the nearest Amuro Toru go to stop M's actions.

Then push it backwards, and M will definitely appear in Room 3109 of the Holiday Inn tomorrow night.

Thinking of this, Amuro Toru's whole body trembled uncontrollably—excited trembling.

This is undoubtedly the best opportunity he can wait for in the short term.

If you want to determine whether M is Xin Haikong or not, you only need to determine whether Xin Haikong appears in this hotel again by such a coincidence.

The previous seven cases have a past that can barely be explained by coincidence.

But this time Keisuke Gono's mission is M's mission. If Xin Haikong miraculously appears at the Holiday Inn again...

He couldn't think about the possibility.

Coincidentally, he accidentally overheard Kogoro Maori's phone call this morning, and learned that the other's relative was going to have a wedding on the beach near the Holiday Inn.

This is really effortless.

In order to make his appearance less abrupt, Amuro Toru very skillfully persuaded Kogoro Mouri, who was reluctant to go out for the wedding banquet, and guided the other party to set the hotel here.

Amuro held the key in one hand, and walked towards the elevator with Mouri Kogoro in the other. He was so nervous that he was almost out of breath.

"Mr. Anshi, what's wrong with you?"

Conan frowned, pulling on the corner of Amuro's shirt suspiciously.

The state of the blond young man was obviously not quite right, the excitement of eagerness to try and an indescribable haggard contradiction appeared on one person's face.

"I'm fine."

Amuro replied, only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse.

He was extremely nervous.

If he only knew that M was on a mission here, he would be far more nervous than that.

What really broke his mind was that when he went out this morning, he left a small sensor at the door of Xin Haikong's room.

If the other party's door has been opened, the sensor will transmit a signal to his mobile phone.

Sadly though-

Through his pocket, he touched the silent mobile phone.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and the sensor has never sounded.

Although he didn't see his juniors many times, the guy was always the most active when he came home, and it was rare that he came home so late.

Not to mention... at such a sensitive point in time.

Is it really him?

how can that be possible?

There must be some sudden incident that temporarily postponed the time to go home.

Even though he used such words to convince himself over and over again, there was still a layer of doubt in his heart that could not be dissipated.

Toru Amuro supported the drunk Kogoro Mouri and walked out of the elevator step by step, approaching the room.

3109's door was tightly shut.

According to Rum's follow-up information and his observations of Keisuke Gono, this guy will probably arrive at the hotel after eight o'clock in the evening.

Maybe M was lying in ambush in the hotel at this moment, and he was only separated by a wall.

Just thinking about it made him tremble.

"oops!"

Mouri Kogoro, who was beside him, suddenly let out a pained cry, and Toru Amuro let go of the palm that was too tight because of the tension.

Conan looked at Amuro Toru thoughtfully.

After chatting last night, Mr. Amuro remained expressionless and refused to clarify what he was thinking. Today, it is quite unusual to insist on persuading Mr. Maori to follow him to the Holiday Inn, as if there is some specific purpose.

It's really hard to think about.

The wedding reception was scheduled for tomorrow morning, and they were just staying here for one night. In fact, it doesn't matter which hotel you live in.

Just...why do you have to stay at this Holiday Inn?

Is there anything special about this hotel?

"Mr. Amuro? Shall we open the door and go in?"

Xiaolan looked at Amuro Toru who was standing still at the door in surprise, and pointed to the door.

Anshi passed the room card to Xiaolan after realizing it. Just as they were about to swipe the card to enter the door, there was a loud sound of glass breaking in Room 3109 opposite the door!

Toru Amuro shook his hands and threw Mouri Kogoro to the ground.

Have you done it yet?

how come? Didn't it mean that Keisuke Gono would show up at the hotel after 8 o'clock? It's only eight o'clock sharp, and they took the elevator all the way up without encountering anyone?

Keisuke Gono has not appeared yet, who will be in the room? M?

Maori Kogoro liquor, who was thrown to the ground, woke up most of the time, and was rubbing his **** while cursing.

Conan turned his gaze to the tightly closed room 3109 for the first time. The acuity he had trained in the cases made him quickly realize that a case might have occurred in this room.

"Mr. Amuro?"

Just as he was about to turn around to look for Amuroto, he saw that the blond young man rushed forward in three or two steps and kicked open the door of room 3109.

The wooden hotel room door was kicked open with a bang, and the situation inside made everyone at the scene couldn't help but widen their eyes—

That's a pretty common hotel suite.

Entering from the narrow aisle is a huge living room. The coral red leather sofa exposes a small corner, and in the middle is a low-key glass coffee table with rattan legs that does not lose its connotation.

An abstract oil painting hangs at intervals on the light red wall.

A black-haired young man wearing a white sweatshirt and light gray trousers leaned against the wall, his already pale face was shaky under the reflection of the snow-white lights on the living room ceiling.

His body trembled slightly, and his amber eyes enlarged unconsciously, revealing a light golden halo. There was no blood on the slightly open lips, and he was breathing in a rush and panic with a big mouth, a big mouth.

The young man stooped down, his back undulating slightly, and his clean spine was clearly visible through the cotton sweatshirt, like a full bow, which was about to break in the next second.

The light left a half shadow on his face, and under the round cat's eye was a bright, crimson blood spot.

This blood spot seemed to be a switch. Going down the blood spot, a large area of ​​red blood was spread on the snow-white sweatshirt, and the trousers of the gray trousers were also submerged in blood.

On the dark brown floor, there are countless broken pieces of porcelain scattered here and there, and the crisp sound similar to glass breaking just now should have originated from these broken pieces of porcelain.

Next to the broken pieces of porcelain, there was a small pool, a small pool of thick bloodstains scattered in a mess.

The strong smell of blood covered their faces and rushed towards them, pulling them into a **** **** called betrayal.

This is the murder scene.

Toru Amuro stood where he was, unable to take the next step for a long time.

He never thought that the absurd speculation would one day become a reality.

Breaking the beliefs and friendships you built with your own hands is far more difficult than you think.

The phone remained silent, and the sensor on the other end didn't work from start to finish.

The young junior who was supposed to stay at home obediently appeared at the murder scene at this time.

The blond-haired youth trembled, like dead leaves shivering by the cold wind in autumn, just a little bit about to fall from the branches.

His fingers curled together, a strange smile appeared on his face, and his mouth slowly opened, as if he wanted to laugh, but also as if he was about to weep in the next second.

His breathing was noisy and disordered, and he completely lost the ability to control his body.

"Xinhai... police officer?"

Through Amuro Toru's back, Conan caught a hard glimpse of the interior. When his eyes fell on Xin Haikong, he said in surprise and worry.

The young people in the house heard the sound from the door and turned their heads a little to look at them.

There was no expression on the face of the black-haired youth, and the amber eyes suddenly lost all light, as dim as a planet that lost its light and heat, and it would go to self-destruction in the next second.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and his slender, white fingers tightly grasped a sharp knife covered in blood.

"you…?"

Conan completely lost the ability to organize language, and looked at the black-haired youth in the room with a blank expression.

The black-haired young man seemed to finally come to his senses, slowly lowered his head, and looked at his hand.

The five fingers seemed to have lost their strength, and they trembled and loosened, and the knife instantly fell on the dark brown wooden floor, making a dull sound.

"I…?"

He stared blankly at the blood stains on his hands, then turned his head to look inside the house, his body slumped down along the wall, and knelt on the ground. Shards of porcelain dig deep into his calf, but he doesn't respond.

"What's the matter! Don't block the door."

Mouri Kogoro, who got up from the ground, frowned, pushed Toru Amuro and Conan who were standing at the door, and followed him in.

When their vision is no longer limited to the narrow aisle and the corner of the living room, the huge living room is introduced.

In the previous field of vision, only one corner of the coral red leather sofa appeared, and at this time, the complete appearance was revealed.

A middle-aged man in his 40s and 50s with his eyes closed, lying motionless on it.

There was a huge blood hole on the white shirt on his chest, and blood was continuously flowing out from the blood hole.

Several pools of blood had accumulated on the dark brown floor.

"Kill, kill!"

Mouri Kogoro, who was not too clear-headed, shouted loudly, so loud that the entire floor could hear it clearly.

"You, are you a murderer? I remember you weren't the policeman?"

Maori stretched out his finger and pointed at the black-haired youth leaning against the wall, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Is that the murder weapon?"

The black-haired youth raised his head blankly, his amber eyes large and indifferent.

"No, I didn't kill anyone."

His whole body was still shaking, and the thin clothes made his lips blue and blue from the cold. Those eyes seemed to finally realize what had happened, and looked at Toru Amuro with expectation.

"Mr. Amuro, I didn't kill anyone."

The blond youth lowered his head, his purple-gray eyes looked away, avoiding Xin Haikong's sight.

"It's not really me!"

Amuro looked at the closed window, and then at the door he kicked open.

Doors can only be unlocked from the inside, and windows cannot be opened from outside.

This is a secret room.

There is only a secret room for the dead and Shinkai.

He mustered up his courage and looked at the younger generation's gaze, those amber eyes full of helplessness.

Until this time, until all the evidence has been clearly laid out in front of him, he can still show such an innocent appearance.

In the previous seven cases, did this guy escape suspicion with such eyes?

M is the only one who has the task of killing Keisuke Gono. Why did Xin Haikong appear here so coincidentally, and why did it just happen to kill Keisuke Wuye?

If it wasn't for him getting the news in advance and ambushing at the door of Room 3109 of the Holiday Inn, would M be able to escape the suspicion again and become his glorious young policeman again?

But what's worse is that even when the truth is revealed, he is still uncontrollable and soft-hearted, and his irrational brain repeatedly excuses this guy.

What the **** is he doing!

"Officer Xinhai..."

Conan was completely unaware of the danger of Xin Haikong, and he leaned forward without knowing anything, trying to approach the young policeman who was too thinly dressed.

Yup.

He wasn't the only one who revealed his identity.

Even Kudo Shinichi's identity was exposed to the famous M because of his carelessness and his excessive credulity.

What are you still wearing?

Don't you think it's not enough to play him?

Toru Amuro bent down, grabbed Conan who wanted to get closer to Xin Haikong, and said expressionlessly:

"Anyway, call the police first."

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"The deceased's name was Keisuke Gono, who was a businessman. According to surveillance video, he walked into Room 3109 of this Holiday Inn alone at about 6 o'clock this evening. By 7:00 sharp, a young man in a white sweatshirt walked into the room. In the surveillance video, the guy was carrying the camera all the time, and we couldn't see his face."

"The windows in this room are all locked from the inside. If someone is outside the window, it is basically impossible to open the window... Not to mention, this is the thirty-first floor. It is impossible for someone to sneak in through the window."

"Apart from the deceased and the Xinhai police officer, there is no trace of anyone else in the room. Only one pair of slippers prepared in advance by the hotel at the entrance hall has been removed, which should be the pair on the feet of the deceased. This means that the deceased is likely to be Independent and autonomous access to this suite.”

"In addition to the living room, there is a bedroom in the suite, but there is no sign of being used in either room."

"The deceased died of excessive blood loss, and the fatal wound was the knife in the chest. We compared the width and depth of the wound, and simulated the angle of the knife insertion. We can basically determine that the murder weapon is the sharp knife."

"This knife seems to be used for deboning. Generally, large chain supermarkets sell it. Basically, there is no way to trace its origin."

"Only one person's fingerprint was detected on the sharp knife... it was from the Xinhai police officer."

The Mumu police department, who rushed to the scene in a hurry, arranged for the staff of the forensic department to investigate the situation at the first time.

Some people went to check the surveillance video of the scene, and the other group collected the fingerprints left on the sharp knife at the scene and compared it with the information in the fingerprint database.

New Kaikong was placed on a chair by Officer Sato, wearing a thick black cotton coat, with his calf stretched out, revealing a wound that needed to be treated.

Even though he was caught by a police officer at the crime scene with the murder weapon in his hand, his former colleagues in the search section did not immediately point the finger at him.

"Officer Xinhai, can you recall what exactly happened?"

Mu Mu asked with a serious look.

"I got off work early this evening and left the police station at five o'clock."

The black-haired youth lowered his head with a thoughtful expression.

"After Matsuda sent me home, I felt very hungry and couldn't cook by myself, so I thought about going downstairs to Poirot across the street to buy some cake for dinner."

lie! All lying!

Toru Amuro clenched his fists. The mobile phone in his pocket never made a sound, the sensor he placed in front of Xinhaikong's house was not triggered at all, and this guy never went back!

"I walked to the door of the apartment and there was a guy covering my nose with a cloth from behind, and then... when I woke up again, it was here. The knife was in his hand."

The young policeman seems to have finally regained his confidence as a policeman.

"This is an obvious blame. I don't know the deceased at all. Even if I investigate the surveillance, I will definitely not find the picture of me walking in."

"About this matter, we have contacted the colleagues of the patrol team to go to your apartment to find surveillance. Do you have any impression of this broken vase?"

Mu Mu pointed to the broken pieces of porcelain scattered on the ground. These tiles are put back together to get a complete blue and white porcelain vase.

"Vase? I don't remember the vase."

The black-haired policeman frowned and looked down at the broken tiles on the ground. After realizing it, he covered the wound on his leg that was pierced by the broken ceramic pieces, and shook his head blankly.

"When I woke up, these things seemed to be on the ground."

Vulnerability.

Huge loophole.

Does being caught on the spot while on a mission really make you so irrational? M.

Toru Amuro's gaze fell on the messy broken pieces of porcelain on the ground.

At that time, they rushed to the door because they heard the sound of the vase breaking. If the vase shattered before Xin Haikong woke up, what did they hear with their own ears? Besides, there are only Xin Haikong and the deceased in the room. Could it be the vase pushed by the deceased?

There is a huge loophole in the logic.

When did M become so easy to defeat?

The palms full of calluses were forcibly pinched out a bloodstain.

Amuro released his fist that was clenched too tightly, and his purple-gray eyes stared at the black-haired youth surrounded by a group of police officers from the search section.