He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not good at that kind of thing. If it's required for work, I can do it later..."

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to make sure you did your makeup here after you got up early this morning," Ying Sheng interrupted.

"No."

Masayo Aida wasn't stupid; he immediately looked at the small water ring on the sink and frowned slightly.

"Is that a trace left by makeup?"

“SUQQU, Crystal Softening Makeup Base, judging from the degree of drying on the surface, it was probably early this morning.” Hotaru sighed softly. “Ms. Aida, I regret to inform you of this: after you fell asleep, Dr. Aso may have brought other women over.”

Seeing that Aida Masayo was standing still, Hotaru went into the bathroom again, pulled down the drain, groped around for a couple of seconds, and pulled out two long black hairs.

After rinsing himself clean under the tap, Hotaru looked at Aida Masayo, who was still standing in the same spot.

"Want to compare lengths with yours?"

Masayo Aida remained silent for a moment, then bowed slightly to Hotaru.

"I want to go back to Moonshadow Island."

"Do you mind waiting for me for a few hours? Let's go together."

"it is good."

Chapter 295 The massacre at the Blue Castle: Not a single survivor!

Hotaru actually discovered some other suspicious points at the Asai residence, and had some hunches about them.

But now is not the time to dig deeper. As long as we confirm that Dr. Aso did not commit suicide, we can deal with the rest later.

After carefully observing Aida Masayo's facial expressions, Hotaru had to admire her composure.

She remained calm throughout; could it be that her relationship with the other person wasn't close enough to be lovers?

Say goodbye, get on the bus, and leave.

Ying Sheng glanced at the time: 6:10.

It was still dark at this time, and the people at the villa, having drunk some alcohol, might sleep a little longer.

But thinking that the karate club members were diligent in their training and might have a habit of morning exercises, Hotaru stepped on the gas pedal and headed straight for Ebina City.

As Masayo Aida stood in front of the Asai residence, silently watching the silhouette of the black Volkswagen disappear into the twilight, a strange thought arose in his mind.

Mr. Shuiyue seems to be a minor and doesn't have a driver's license.

However, compared to what he did before, driving without a license is insignificant.

Masayo Aida turned around, glanced at the empty room, and sighed softly in his heart.

It's time for an outsider like myself to leave.

For safety's sake, perhaps we should live in the detective agency from now on. I just don't know if Mr. Mizuki has found an office yet.

As for living with them, other things may come into play later.

Am I not already deeply involved enough?

For example, just now, Mr. Mizuki said not to tell anyone that he returned to Tokyo early this morning.

There's obviously more to the story.

While cleaning the Asai residence, Aida Masayo silently wondered where Aso might be now, occasionally drifting over to Hotaru's side.

Could this person, who appears so gentle and refined, actually have blood on his hands?

slam-la-

At the foot of Mount Daiyama in Ebina City, Hotaru washes his hands under the tap, and streaks of pale red slowly flow down the marble countertop.

"How are you feeling, young man? Are you feeling better?"

On the wide stone path in the courtyard, an elderly woman with white hair in a wheelchair asked with a smile.

Ying Sheng glanced at the purplish-red stains on his fingers that he couldn't wash off immediately, dried them on a yellow towel, and turned back to the old lady, pressing his palms together in gratitude.

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am. It was really bad to suddenly have low blood sugar."

Although dragon fruit raises blood sugar very slowly, it's still better than nothing. After a short while, Ying Sheng's mind finally cleared up again, and he glanced at the time.

It was exactly 7:00 AM.

After a busy night without eating, and the plastic surgery on Aoyagi Chisato was too exhausting, I accidentally ran out of sugar.

I was so lucky to be fed by an old lady who was out for a morning stroll while I was catching my breath by leaning against the front door of this house.

Ultimately, it's probably because my physical condition isn't good enough. To improve my endurance, should I leave more body fat?

Unfortunately, with all this running around every day, it's probably hard to gain weight.

There's nothing I can do; I'm just destined to be a workaholic.

The old lady was saying something like, "You can drink some yogurt and eat a banana before your morning exercise," and Ying Sheng couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

"Grandma, you really know a lot. I'll be more careful next time."

The rain has stopped in Ebina City, and although the sky is still hazy due to the dark clouds, it is quite bright now.

Ying Sheng then looked around and discovered that the courtyard was filled with chess stone sculptures, and even the lawn had been trimmed into the shape of a chessboard.

It seems the owner of this house is quite fond of chess.

However, emmm...

These chess pieces look like they're just randomly placed. Even though you can't see the whole picture, what's with those six black pieces crammed together? Is this even a proper way to play?

"This chessboard was left behind by the master back then, and fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Seeing that Ying Sheng was looking around, the old lady spoke up to explain, her tone quite sentimental.

Did someone die fifteen years ago?

Ying Sheng quickly comforted her, "Grandma, please accept my condolences. If your husband is watching over you from heaven, he would surely want you to live a good life. This chessboard and this beautiful blue castle are the things he left for you to keep you company."

Ying Sheng looked back and saw that the blue castle was quite large. He had vaguely seen it from the forest and thought he had come to the Nordic forest.

It's a pity the lighting wasn't good, otherwise it would have been a fairytale-like place.

Yes, forests, blue castles, and shimmering gold.

It's romantic enough, perfect for a date.

"Yes, it's all in the past."

The old lady chuckled, looking quite relieved.

But Ying Sheng clearly sensed a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Sigh, is she blaming God for taking her husband's life?

Since he had nothing to do this morning, Ying Sheng sent an email to Xiao Lan, telling her that he had rushed back and gone down the mountain for morning exercise.

Then he went behind the old lady and pushed her wheelchair around the courtyard to relax and chat with her.

After all, this person had shown him kindness by giving him two dragon fruits.

Actually, the sun had not yet broken through the clouds, and the weather was still a bit chilly. Ying Sheng suggested that she come inside to avoid catching a cold.

The elderly person is in poor health and already uses a wheelchair. If they get cold again, their legs will probably suffer for a long time.

The old lady said that she takes a walk around the courtyard every morning, and she's used to it. She covers her knees with a thick blanket and she'll be fine.

This made Ying Sheng sigh, realizing how deeply the old lady loved her deceased husband.

So he paid attention to the topics of conversation, guiding the old lady to talk about some of her past experiences, intending to comfort her.

The old lady had probably not had a proper conversation with anyone in a long time, so she was quite talkative, which allowed Ying Sheng to learn a lot.

The Mamiya family, the old man's dying wish to mow the lawn, the fire at the stone tower four years ago, and so on.

Ying Sheng glanced at the stone tower not far away, which indeed bore the marks of flames. Its shape inexplicably reminded him of the fairy tale of Rapunzel.

The witch came to the foot of the tower and called out, "Lettuce, let your hair down."

Ah.

The stone tower caught fire, and burned so badly. It was originally used as a bedroom for everyone. It's impossible that there was a lot of gasoline and firewood piled up downstairs.

More than a dozen people were burned to death, and not a single person jumped to escape. If those people weren't all idiots, then someone must have deliberately set the fire.

Those who died were probably killed first, or drugged and rendered unconscious; the fire was just a little trick to destroy the evidence.

If the police were to conduct an autopsy, they should be able to easily determine the cause by examining respiratory burns and signs of struggle.

The old lady didn't mention anything about catching the murderer; she only said that the flames inexplicably shot up.

Did they not call the police?

Or is the police really such a useless bunch?

It's impossible that everyone was burned to ashes; how could a fire in an open space be so intense?

Ying Sheng thought about it casually and didn't ask any further questions, only letting it pass through his ears once.

This matter had nothing to do with him; he was mainly just a listener, letting the old lady talk to relieve her boredom.

However, the old lady had a cold and was sleeping in another bedroom on the day of the fire, which saved her from the disaster.

Such a coincidence could also raise suspicions of arson.

Ying Sheng continued pushing the wheelchair, and before long, they had circled the courtyard.

After examining the layout of all the chess pieces, Ying Sheng was 100% certain that the pieces were simply placed randomly.

Black made a circle, while White scattered around, with only seven pieces remaining, which was quite inexplicable.

Didn't the old lady just say that her husband really likes chess?

Unless you're just being pretentious or pretending to know what you're talking about, even if you don't have a compulsion for symmetry, you should at least set up a proper game if you don't start with the initial positions.

Examples include the Lucerne situation and the Filidor pattern.

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