Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 517: One Left

The robber with a concussion in the distance was also carried away.

As for the truck driver, no one knew where he went.

Watching the paralyzed killer being carried away for emergency treatment, Yun Xianhe politely declined the suggestion to go to the hospital for a check-up and left the scene carrying his blood-stained suit jacket.

On the rooftop of a building not far from the scene of the incident.

The peripheral member in charge of surveillance held up a telescope, watched Yun Xianhe staggering away, and sent a message to the person on the other end of the phone - the operation failed.

There is no need to send threatening letters.

at the same time.

The hero who stepped into the blind spot of the alley stood up straight and casually shook his wrinkled suit jacket.

The cell phone in the coat pocket fell out with this movement.

The cell phone that had just shattered along with the skull was hit again and banged against the corner of the wall with a crackling sound.

"..."

Yun Xianhe looked at it silently, then resignedly walked over and bent down to pick it up.

He looked at the almost broken phone in his hand and murmured softly:

"It should be a winery...what do you want to do?"

Both cars were heading towards him.

...You want to help him go home early so much?

By the way, if he had been hit just now, would a hero have rushed out to save him?

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe chuckled and half lowered his eyes.

Forget it, he was afraid that he would be so nauseated that he couldn't eat.

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"That's why I'm late."

At this point, Yun Xianhe sighed and said with some worry:

"I don't know if the truck driver is okay. He just left without saying a word. Maybe he was rescued by someone... Oh, Officer Megure, I've already finished talking about the car accident and robbery. Do I not need to take a statement now?"

Yun Xianhe omitted most of the story and only said what could be said, looking up at Megure Jusan.

The latter was staring at him blankly, as if asking:

Who am I, where am I, what do I hear?

"Inspector Megure? Inspector Megure!"

"Ah? Oh, cough! Um...Brother Xianhe, do you really not need to go to the hospital?"

Inspector Megure looked at the gray Yun Xianhe with a worried look.

The latter waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"No, it's just a few scratches and bumps. I'm lucky, if it was a little later, the car would have hit me."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe moved his feet uncomfortably.

To someone who was paying close attention, this scene looked like the other person had sprained his ankle.

Or there is a very high possibility of injuring your legs.

Sato in the audience decisively passed up the idea that Yun Xianhe might be an undercover agent in disguise.

Not to mention this, the other party also shared chocolate with me on the first day.

...In a place like this, perhaps only that boy could do such a thing.

Yamato Gansuke took a deep breath, looked at Yun Xianhe, who was in a mess but had no obvious external injuries, and cursed in a depressed tone:

"You are really lucky, kid."

"Hahahaha, it's okay."

“…I wasn’t praising you.”

"Hey?"

Looking at the other party's stunned look, the people off the court couldn't help but think.

Did the other party have a concussion from the impact of the explosion?

I saw that everyone's eyes were becoming more and more strange.

Especially Megure Juzo and Yamato Gansuke, it seemed like they were going to knock him out and send him to the hospital in the next second.

Yun Xianhe simply changed his target:

"By the way, have you found any results for the fire that we investigated earlier?"

Shiratori Renzaburo, who was suddenly asked, was stunned for a moment, then said:

"We found out that the sixth person died in a fire in Kyoto. As for whether the others were there at the time, I have asked Officer Ayanokouji of Kyoto Prefecture to check."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe nodded, and then patted the two paper rolls he had just placed on the table:

"I have some interesting things to share with you."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe stepped forward and took down the map with Luxi drawn on it by Maori Kogoro on the small whiteboard, and pasted the map he brought on it.

Then, under everyone's curious gaze, he opened the translucent star map and superimposed it on the map.

"This is,?!"

"No way?!"

When they saw that the positions of the Big Dipper and the North Star overlapped with the crime scene on the map, everyone stood up at the same time.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing aside, pushed his glasses:

"At first I was just speculating because I wasn't familiar with the coordinates here... until Officer Megure told me the location where the seventh victim was attacked. After comparing them, I found that they were almost exactly the same."

Megure stared seriously at the star on the map that had not yet been marked as the scene of the body dumping:

"That means the murderer's next move will be in Shiba Park, right?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe nodded.

Looking at the people who were about to stand up, he gestured for them to stay calm and continued:

"Don't get excited. Just knowing the location of the murder won't do. From the previous murder scenes, we can see that the murderer has a high IQ and anti-reconnaissance awareness. If we act rashly, we might alert the enemy."

After hearing Yun Xianhe's words, the person who had just stood up slowly sat back down.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who holds the highest position in the room, thought for a moment and said:

"The most important thing is the murderer's selection range."

Just at this moment, Shiratori Renzaburo's cell phone rang.

After seeing Ayanokouji displayed on the communication interface, Shiratori decisively pressed the answer button:

"Mosimoxi?"

"I found out what Tanabata Kyoto means."

"Really?"

Ayanokouji on the other end of the phone told Shiratori Jinsaburo in detail what he had found out recently about the hotel fire.

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe moved closer and eavesdropped openly.

"Where did the seven victims live at the time?"

Yun Xianhe paused when he heard what Bai Niao said, and remembered the message from Conan that he had not finished reading not long ago.

Thinking of this, he returned to his seat and took out the pile of spare parts from his pocket.

Henggou Chanwu, who was nearby, took a curious look.

The scattered buttons fell all over the table with a crackling sound as Yun Xianhe opened the lid, and some even fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Henggou Chanwu's mouth twitched, and he bent down to pick it up for the other party:

"Is this still usable?"

"It should work."

Yun Xianhe's tone was very calm as he tried to rescue the scrapped phone.

In the end, amid Yokogawa's incredulous expression, Yun Xianhe successfully turned on the phone, which only had the display screen and half of the keyboard intact.

After a long loading interface, the text message interface finally opened.

After reading the information and Hattori's reasoning attached to it, Yun Xianhe always felt that something was not right.

Just at this moment, another message from Conan was received on the mobile phone.

Still takes a long time to load.

As the phone in his hand became hotter and hotter, Yun Xianhe finally saw the end of the text message.

[Mr. Motokazuki said that when he met Mizutani Kosuke in the morning, he left some very strange words: 'There are eight unforgivable people, and there is only one left.']

Yun Xianhe paused when he saw this sentence.

One left...

Could it be him?