Yuji Kudo, the manga artist behind Detective Conan.

"Mr. Zhengyi, please don't be too sad. Although Mr. Taiqing is dead, we will definitely find the culprit who killed him!"

In Segawa Taikei's room, old Kudo stood at the door, comforting Segawa Shoichi, who was sitting blankly by the bed with his secretary, his mouth trembling.

On the bed, Segawa Taikei's body lay in the center, with a huge gash in his abdomen, on both sides of which yellow fat layers and colorful internal organs were clearly visible.

If it were a group of normal people in this environment, they would most likely vomit, but unfortunately there were no normal people in the room.

"Later, the ship's police officer will contact the Osaka police. Before the ship reaches its final destination, I will ask the ship's hospital at the bottom of the ship to put Tai-ching's body in the morgue there."

Segawa Shoichi, suppressing his grief, pinched the bridge of his nose and gasped for breath: "Isn't Detective Kudo's daughter still downstairs? This ship isn't safe now. You go ahead, and I'll have my secretary give you a copy of the test results later."

"Okay, also please pay attention to the stairwell. I think the perpetrator will definitely not take the elevator after committing the crime."

"Thank you for your instructions." Segawa Masashi beckoned to his secretary, instructing him to send a bottle of fine red wine to Detective Kudo's room and also to prepare some high-class cuisine.

Soon, only Segawa Shoichi remained in the room. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he sat shakily on the floor. His once impeccably dressed suit was now loose and disheveled.

"Why? Why did those damned guys attack you? Weren't they coming for me?"

Seeing the camera vibrating mechanically as he shook it, the hot-blooded economics director grabbed a bottle of red wine that Segawa had originally intended to use for the anniversary celebration and smashed it hard, watching as the camera was completely destroyed and emitted a burnt smell.

"There's only one camera in this room." The secretary, who had returned, locked the door from the inside. Then, Segawa Masakazu collapsed to the bedside and began to scream and cry hysterically.

"Tai-ching! Tai-ching, what happened to you? Tai-ching! You can't die! We've depended on each other for so many years, sharing joys and sorrows. I've always treated you like my own flesh and blood, raising and teaching you. I never imagined that today, I, an old man, would bury my black-haired child!"

"Sagawa Shoichi and Sagawa Taikei are brothers... and you overacted a bit."

"You have no sense of humor, no wonder your kids all dislike you so much..."

The secretary saw Segawa Shoichi's lips twitch and glared at him with a look of disdain: "Jinpei-chan, don't you know that pointing out your boss's mistakes is a presumptuous act?"

“If this boss is really doing his job…” the secretary said with his hands behind his back, “Segawa Shoichi was killed in the toilet of the plane he was fleeing to the United States. As for his brother, we thought about it and decided to have the police send him to Myanmar.”

"I heard that after the West Asian Alliance razed the telecom fraud park, they converted the old site into an internet addiction treatment center to reduce his phone usage."

After adjusting his disguise in front of the mirror in the room, Segawa Shoichi patted his face and said, "What a pity. He's a top student in finance from Tokyo University. How could he not understand the government's intentions? He really intends to betray the country."

"Ms. Nohara, why did you specifically assign this task to her?"

"Why...?" (End of Chapter)