Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 143 Singing
In order to protect the GL Lion, Kogoro Maori decided to live in the same house with Yamamura So.

Fortunately, the cruise ship is big enough, and even its rooms can accommodate quite a few people.

So after discussion, Kogoro Mori, who felt that his task was arduous, lived in a house with So Yamamura to protect this GL lion that symbolized friendship.

An electronic lock that requires a four-digit code, and an infrared sensor that sounds an alarm throughout the ship when it is touched.

With such a security system, there are two guards standing at the door.

Not far away, a man with an afro secretly watched all this and then left quietly.

When night falls, it's time for the party to begin.

In the center of the stage, under the spotlight, a woman in a red dress stood in front of the microphone.

"To another place and time, We would never say goodbye"

By changing time, space and place, we will never say goodbye.

The singing seems to have magical power, which not only makes people feel calm, but also makes their souls feel soothed.

When the song ended, everyone seemed to be still in shock.

I don't know who was calling the applause, but it finally brought everyone back to their senses, and everyone applauded to express their appreciation.

"Thank you very much. There will be fireworks going off on this side of the sea soon. Please enjoy them from the deck outside."

The fireworks in the night sky are a special show prepared for the last voyage.

"Wonderful!"

Xiaolan and Sonoko both showed surprised expressions and couldn't help but sigh.

"Someone fell!"

Someone screamed in surprise.

The original exclamation instantly turned into screaming.

"Turn left and shut off the engine."

Seeing this, Captain Masaharu Yokomatsu immediately gave orders via the walkie-talkie.

After a while, a response came over the intercom: "The engine has been shut down to provide rescue. Switching to backup power immediately, please rest assured."

The lights on the passenger ship went out and it became pitch black in an instant, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

"Police department, police department, it's bad!"

A police officer ran over with a flashlight and said hurriedly: "After the power outage, the security system was also shut down!"

"what?"

Kogoro Mouri was shocked. If the world thief took this opportunity to steal the GL Lion, wouldn't he become a sinner?
He quickly ran towards the room, wanting to confirm whether GL Lion was intact, and Yamamura Cao followed closely behind.

When they confirmed that GL Lion was still there, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

According to the captain, the person who fell into the water has been salvaged.

When they heard that the famous Maori Kogoro was also present, they clapped their hands and invited the world's number one detective and the man known as "Sleeping Kogoro" to the infirmary at the same time.

"This is the ship's doctor, Dr. Nii," Yokomatsu Masaharu introduced.

"So, was this an accident or suicide?"

“This place has been hit by gunfire.”

There were bullet holes on the man's chest.

"Oh, that's weird!"

Conan stood on tiptoe and said in surprise: "Since they shot and killed the other party and threw the body into the sea, why is the body still wearing a life jacket?"

Moreover, there were no signs of bullet damage on the life jacket.

In other words, the criminal deliberately put a life jacket on the deceased after the shooting.

"You little devil."

Seeing that Kogoro Mori's fist was about to hit him, Conan closed his eyes and prepared to be injured.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly stopped.

Conan opened his eyes with some confusion and looked at him.

"Really? Never mind."

Maori Kogoro coughed lightly and said, "Anyway, we still have to call the police first. Stop the sightseeing trip and find the nearest port to dock."

All passengers and crew members on board will be questioned and their personal belongings will be checked.

"But if that's the case, what if the other party takes the opportunity to escape?"

Yamamura Cao excitedly suggested: "In this case, let me, the world's number one detective, work with Mr. Maori to catch the murderer!"

The two swords combined are incredibly powerful and immune to all evil.

But when these two unreliable people are together, Conan just feels tired.

The deceased was a Singaporean investor, Yang Moumou, 68 years old.

They are among the top 100 wealthy people on the world's richest list published by the Global Economy.

"Captain, I found this when I was faxing to the bridge."

A crew member ran over and handed a piece of A4 paper to Masaharu Yokomatsu.

"Continue to sail to Singapore as planned. All passengers and staff will be released upon docking. Prior to this, all external contact is prohibited. If you do not follow the rules, new victims will appear."

The room manager, Shikata Hiroaki, was shocked. “Is this a warning from the criminal?”

"Where's the signal source?"

Yokomatsu Masahiro looked at the crew and asked.

“I only know that it was someone inside the ship.”

There are still seven days before arriving in Singapore, and the prisoner must still be on this ship.

At this time, on the first deck, a man and a woman were lying on the railing.

The woman was the one who sang before, her name was Anxia Shikada, and she was the daughter of Hiroaki Shikada.

The man was wearing a chef's uniform and was a chef in the ship's kitchen. His name was Nanahara O.

"This is what happened on our last sightseeing trip."

Nanahara Oo did not respond to her immediately, but looked around and made sure that there was no one else before finally looking at An Xia.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" An Xia felt a little confused.

"No, it's okay."

An Xia moved a little closer to him and asked with a smile, "What are you going to do after this trip?"

"what?"

"Look, hasn't it been officially decided yet?"

After hearing this, Nanahara Oo suddenly realized what the other party was referring to.

"Yes, let's discuss it next time."

He looked at An Xia, put his hand on hers, and then interlocked their fingers. He said seriously, "The future of the two of us."

Time slowly passed until the early morning of the next day.

"In order not to cause panic, we explained to the passengers that it was a suicide."

"Arrange guards on both sides of the ship to prevent new victims from falling into the water. Keep watch 24 hours a day. Prioritize the safety of the passengers and find the criminal as soon as possible."

After receiving the order from Yokomatsu Masaharu, the guards all went into alert and were more serious than ever.

In Yang's room, Qinghai Chuantang was dressed like Sherlock Holmes with a pipe in his mouth.

There were bullet marks on the pillow, revealing the feathers inside.

There were also quite a few light feathers scattered on the floor and table in the room.

"Sister Xiaotang, are you sure that the god of death is me and not you?"

Almost wherever he appears, a murder occurs, which has successfully made Conan realize that something is bothering him.

Ever since Qinghai Chuantang appeared, besides herself, murders would also occur wherever she appeared.

So Conan suspected that she was actually the "source".

"It just happened to arrive and it just happened. It would have happened even if you and I hadn't shown up."

But the frequency and number of times are indeed a bit too much.

However, the housing prices in the accident-frequently occurring area of ​​Beika-cho have been reduced a lot because of Conan, so this can be considered a contribution.

"This window is open," Qing Hai Chuantang gestured and said, "It's about as wide as the width of an 'L' made by your hand."

I have to say, this metaphor is very appropriate.

Conan looked at his short hands, was silent for a moment, and chose to give up.

After opening the window, the two walked out onto the balcony.

"Sister Xiaotang, look!"

Conan stood on tiptoe, pointed at the marks on the railing and said, "The murderer is among the people on the boat."

Qinghai Chuantang was silent for a moment.

Three days later, the three thousand people on the ship were finally questioned.

First, we collected information about witnesses near the murder scene, who were a pair of brothers with afro hair.

"Suspicious man?"

"Yes. After the power went out, I saw a long-haired man with a cane running towards the suite floor."

The time was just after Yang fell into the water.

After that, Qing Haichuantang and Conan met Yamara Yasuyo, the editor-in-chief of the ship's newspaper.

This is a booklet issued every day that contains information about the ship that day. It is available in every room.

She had met Yang once when she was interviewing for the ship's newspaper.

"He seemed to be smiling, so I asked him why, and he said he met a very interesting guy."

As for who he was referring to, Yamarayo did not ask any further.

"Hey, may I ask why Mr. Yang is traveling on this ship alone? It would be strange for a person to travel on such a large passenger ship alone, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang: Thank you, I am offended.

Yamarayo thought about it.

"He seemed to say that he had made an appointment to play cards with Mr. Hancun Haitian, the son of the soy sauce manufacturer."

Then, they met Bancun Haitian in the casino.

"That person and I are gambling friends. We had originally planned to play cards one-on-one, but something like that happened."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and silently recorded it in the notebook.

"By the way, does Yang have any grudges with anyone?"

"Speaking of enemies, he has a lot of them. I heard that he acquired his huge fortune through a merger that was almost a fraud."

The Hong Kong Li Group, which dominated the world in the shipping industry, was forced into bankruptcy, and it was said that it was Yang who was behind it.

After the search results were integrated, only a few useful ones remained.

Without sufficient evidence, the murderer cannot be pointed to, and naturally the mystery cannot be solved.

After three days of running around, Qinghai Chuantang felt exhausted physically and mentally. So he took advantage of the night and the full moon to go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and try to wake up.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, full of fragrance and beauty, fragrant and white, everyone praises it."

The pronunciation is clear and the singing is gentle and touching.

This was the first time she heard someone singing music from her homeland.

"What's this song?"

The singing stopped abruptly.

An Xia turned around and looked at the person who came, and said with a smile: "Miss Tang."

"My father sang this song to me when I was a child."

"Mr. Hongming?"

Qinghai Chuantang was slightly stunned.

"As long as I can remember, I've been on the boat, alone. When I was lonely, he would sing to me."

"That's it"

“Sometimes, I become friends with guests of similar age. But once we arrive at the port, we must say goodbye, saying “Bon voyage” and seeing them off with a smile.”

Bon voyage means safe journey in French.

So, this kind of farewell became Anxia's habit.

(End of this chapter)