Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 278 Erasure (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Where was it found?" Conan pressed.

The forensic investigators pointed to the balcony, saying, "It's right below the balcony railing, pinned down by something."

what does it mean?

Conan was taken aback.

The person who left this note probably wasn't the one who left the video, right?
If the person who left the video was the one who did it, one video would be enough to prove that Akiko Sayama was the murderer, and there would be no need to leave this note.

Damn it, I still don't know who's in the closet, and now this weird thing has appeared.

"There was not only a third person, but also a fourth person! And they were unaware of each other's presence."

If one person knows the other has been there and left something, the other person can simply leave; there's no need for them to go through all that trouble.

And what do these two people mean?
He saw Akiko Sayama commit a crime, but instead of stopping her, he left her a note.

What kind of people are they?
Kogoro Mouri looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the Izu Detective Club.

He believed that if there was a third or fourth person, they should be among them.

"Mr. Shiro Konno, Ms. Hideko Kamijou, are you the third and fourth?"

Everyone else has an alibi, but those two were not present at the time.

Because they found the murderer directly, the police didn't have time to ask them what they were doing at the time.

Looking back now, if the other two people were aware of or present when Akiko Sayama took action, they should have called the police or stopped her.

No, he is suspected of being an accomplice.

Even if he was not an accomplice, this still constitutes a negligent crime of failing to report a crime, resulting in the victim's death.

In short, you have to pick up the soap eventually; it's just a matter of how long it takes.

"not me."

Konno Shiro pursed his lips and lifted the handbag in his hand: "I have a client who needs to transfer money urgently, right when Jiang Yuan Julang fell from the building. I was in the hotel lobby, and the front desk should be able to vouch for me."

“I was at the bar, and I have witnesses. Someone was harassing me, and the bartender chased them away. The fall happened at that moment. I didn’t have time to come to Jiang Yuan Shilang’s room.”

"Go check it out." Yokomizo Sango summoned a police officer to confirm the situation.

"If it's not them, then who is it?" Conan rested his chin on his hand, things were getting stranger and stranger.

Sniff--

Conan twitched his nose; something seemed to be missing from the air, even though it had been there just a moment ago.

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

But I can't remember it.

The case has reached a stalemate. The murderer has been found, but there is still no news about the third or fourth person present.

Through questioning, Yokomizo Sango finally learned about the Dark Baron virus.

However, after a thorough search of the entire room, not only were there no USB drives, but there wasn't even a single item that could store data.

Jiang Yuan Shilang didn't bring much with him; besides his Dark Night Baron outfit, his suitcase was the only thing worth investigating.

But the fact that the forensic personnel didn't say so proves that it didn't exist.

Who took that thing?

Viruses are illegal in a strict sense. Although this does not change the fact that Akiko Sayama is the murderer, it is still an object that needs to be recycled.

Conan had already left the room. At this point in the case, all the clues that needed to be found had been found.

But even after he found it, he started to feel a headache.

"How's the investigation going?"

Conan entered room 1801, so engrossed in thought that he didn't hear what Ai Haibara asked.

He needs quiet time to think carefully about what's behind this.

There's a high probability that the virus was taken by agave; the reason is unknown, but it's probably true.

Everyone else thought there were only two people present, but he knew that there might have been three people there.

One person took the virus.

One person left behind a video.

The last note left on the balcony was about Akiko Sayama's methods of murder.

The virus must have been removed much earlier, since Jiang Yuan Shilang died not long after returning to his room, and the USB drive must have been lost before that.

But the person who took the virus could not possibly be the one who left the video or the note.

The person who left these two items must have witnessed the entire process of Akiko Sayama being drugged.

There should have been four people in the room when Jiang Yuan Shilang was knocked unconscious by sleeping pills!

How did those two manage to remain undetected and unaware of each other's presence?
"A complete mess"

Conan rubbed his head, feeling a bit tired.

"Did I not eat enough last night? When I'm not full, I'm slow to think."

Professor Agasa walked over and handed over the instant noodles that Ai Haibara hadn't eaten: "Eating some instant noodles might give you a clue."

Tequila, Natsukawa, and the Izu Detective Boys—three things happened at once, and Professor Agasa was worried that Conan's "CPU" was overworking.

Instant noodles.

Conan looked at the instant noodles in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He said he always felt like he was missing something!
So it was the taste!
Jiang Yuan Shilang had been eating and drinking in the dining area earlier, and should have been full by now. However, when he arrived at 2101, the room was filled with a strange smell.

That's right, it tastes just like instant noodles!

How could a normal person eat instant noodles right after finishing a meal?

One more thing! He didn't see any instant noodles when he arrived.

Where did the instant noodles go?
Who delivered this food cart?

In his memory, the video also seemed to have a food truck.

It seems that Akiko Sayama also transported Juro Egen to her room in the same dining car and then threw him off the balcony.

The food truck might hold important clues!
Someone might have entered the room via the food cart, since there didn't seem to be any signs of the room being pried open.

"Was the food cart delivered by Uncle Xia Chuan?"

"what?"

"It seems we've been discovered."

Ai Haibara rested her chin on her hand, wondering how Natsukawa knew she was there.

And why didn't you come to find her even though you knew?

So they are indeed on some kind of mission?

Is it related to an organization?
Ai Haibara's thoughts unconsciously drifted towards the Black Organization, and this wasn't the first time; Conan didn't seem to mind.

His focus was entirely on the food truck in car number 2101.

That food truck definitely wasn't ordered by Jiang Yuan Shilang; the person who could have ordered it was most likely the one who left the video and the note!
"I go first!"

"Your instant noodles!"

"Professor Agasa, please eat."

Conan rushed downstairs and went to the front desk.

"Sister, is anyone ordering instant noodles tonight?"

He asked the receptionist directly.

"Hmm? Are you one of Mr. Mori's children?"

The receptionist's eyes lit up, and she muttered to herself, "Did Mr. Mori discover some clues and send you here to inquire?"

With such a big incident happening at the hotel, the front desk staff couldn't possibly be unaware of it, but Conan didn't seem to care about their curiosity.

"Yes."

Conan nodded, thinking, "It's great to sell Conan meat under the guise of Kogoro."

"As for instant noodles," the receptionist said after a moment's thought, "the hotel has the most guests tonight, all the rooms are full, and quite a few people have asked me to order food tonight. I estimate I've sent up more than a dozen servings of instant noodles."

"I can't remember exactly who they were." Conan didn't know that, in order to provide a good customer experience, the Izu Grand Hotel had two receptionists on duty during the night when there were more customer inquiries, and the young lady who answered Anya's call earlier had just gone to the restroom.

This coincidence just happened to save Anya from disaster.

"A dozen or so?" Conan wasn't in a hurry and continued to ask, "Do you have any room number information, or any orders delivered to room 2101? Do you know who placed the order and which room it is?"

"Well," the receptionist looked down at the large computer, "we have all the order information recorded. I'll check it for you, but you can't tell anyone else. This is my personal support for Mr. Mori."

"Little friend, could you please get me Mr. Mori's autograph later?"

The receptionist's eyes were sparkling; if she could get the detective's autograph, she would definitely show it off.

Maybe after Kogoro Mouri dies, his autograph will be even more valuable.

After all, that's exactly what Van Gogh was like.

"no problem!"

Conan readily agreed, arms crossed, brimming with confidence.

As expected, I managed to find the clue!

If we get the list, we might be able to find tequila through it.

Five minutes passed.

Conan was getting impatient, and his toes were unconsciously tapping the ground rhythmically.

Eight minutes passed.

Conan frowned, propping himself up to see how the receptionist was doing.

Is a document really that complicated?

Ten minutes passed.

Just as Conan was about to lose his temper, the receptionist finally spoke up.

"Sorry, little brother, there seems to be a problem with the system. The service request list is not refreshing."

???

How can it be!

Conan didn't believe it, so he jumped onto the table and squeezed in front of the desk to check the computer.

On the computer screen, an hourglass moved up and down, and Conan watched for a long time without ever getting to the next screen.

He clicked the mouse a few times, but found that the mouse wouldn't move. The screen then displayed garbled characters, turned blue, and then went completely black.

"Strange, looks like we need to get someone to fix it."

The receptionist looked worried, which was a real problem, as a lot of information was recorded on the computer, and a broken computer would be a huge hassle.

"Is there a paper list?" Conan asked again.

"Yes!" The receptionist bent down, opened the drawer, and began rummaging through it.

"strangeness."

The receptionist's mutterings made Conan frown, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"It seems to be missing. The check-in form should be here."

Normally, when you call to order food from your room, both the room and hotel register the information, and the check-in form is also recorded after the electronic entry. But now the registration form is nowhere to be found.

Have you ever left this place?

"I went to the restroom half an hour ago, and that's all."

Conan instantly fell into a slump.

If the system is inaccessible and the registration form has disappeared, and he still can't figure out that someone tampered with it, then he might as well quit being a famous detective.

As for the surveillance footage, there's no need to check it; even the computer was hacked, so the surveillance is probably useless.

It really is the Black Organization; only that organization could have done this.

"Sister, can I see the delivery person?"

"Okay." The receptionist nodded. "There's been another incident at this time, so there aren't many customers left. They should all be in the kitchen. Just go straight to the right and take the freight elevator down to the basement. I'll let them know."

I still need to take care of the registration.

Following the other party's instructions, Conan arrived at the basement level and met the food delivery person.

However, there are too many delivery drivers.

However, it was relatively easy to find the person who delivered the food to 2101, especially since Jiang Yuan Shilang was drunk and not in good condition.

Conan casually mentioned it, and someone immediately stepped forward.

"Brother, when you delivered food to the people in 2101, did you notice anything strange? Or did you see anyone?"

Or rather, was the person you met Mr. Jiangyuan Juro?

"Yes, Mr. Jiangyuan Juro was still there at the time. When I arrived, he seemed to have just returned to his room and was opening the door. I really didn't expect that he would die so soon after delivering the food."

The deliveryman sighed, reflecting on how fragile life is.

"Do you know who sent you to deliver the food?"

"I don't know. Our food delivery system automatically generates orders. After the order is generated, we have the chef prepare the food and then deliver it. The order only has a note saying that my friend's daughter ordered it for me."

If you want to know the details, you can go to the front desk and ask; their system has the customer's information.

Conan:
The system has been hacked, otherwise I would have known sooner and wouldn't have needed to contact you.

Of course, he would never say that out loud.

Seeing Conan's expression, the deliveryman thought he wanted to ask something else, paused for a moment, and continued, "By the way, he himself doesn't seem to know that someone helped him order, but when he learned that I was talking about his friend's daughter, he seemed to know."

Very strange.

Moreover, he seemed eager for me to leave.

"Daughter? Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

Hearing this inexplicable title and behavior, Conan was on the verge of a breakdown.

What is this and what!
The further you investigate, the more confused you become, and the more detailed the investigation becomes.

At this moment, he felt like he had found the end of a thread in a ball of yarn, pulled it back and found that there was only a small piece, and when he looked for the end of the thread again, he only pulled out a small piece again.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that what I had in my hand wasn't yarn, but a clump of cat hair that I had just plucked.

There's no way to trace this line further.

The hanging heart finally died.

Natsukawa, one of the culprits behind Conan's breakdown, is currently talking to Frank in his room.

"Get ready. When you get back, make a copy of the contents of the USB drive first, and then I'll take it to Gin to report."

"You're really something. With this virus's underlying code, Shirley's USB virus can be cracked immediately, without even needing outside help."

Frank has recently been urging the technician he knows, Dark Baron, to speed up the development of the hacking program.

Now it's great, we don't need anyone else anymore.

"Yes, but be careful not to let anyone notice that this USB drive has been copied."

Actually, it doesn't matter if there are traces of copying; we can just blame it on Jiang Yuan Shilang. But the less trouble we have, the better.

"Do not worry."

"How's the restaurant situation going?"

"Don't worry, the hotel's firewall is too old. I can hack it myself without anyone else's help."

I've destroyed all the check-in records for the past two days, and the surveillance footage has been completely deleted. Just take the handwritten list, and all traces of Tequila's presence here will be wiped clean.

"That's good."

Xia Chuan opened the window and lit the handwritten list on the windowpane.

This list is the one he stole.

The presence of agave should be completely removed.

With Conan present, he couldn't afford to be careless.

(End of this chapter)