The rain poured into the balcony, and the smell was slightly fishy in the humid.

"Mr. Kishiji sent me a text message and asked me to take the wine to his room." Maid Miss Hirahara said, looking at her phone.

"He knows your mobile phone number?" Hattori Heiji asked.

Miss Hirahara smiled and said, "It's not just Mr. Kishiji, because before everyone came here, I sent a group message saying that you are welcome."

"Why is this?"

"Actually, it was because the master told me the mobile phone numbers of all his brothers and sisters a few days ago. I thought it must be because the master asked me to say hello to them before everyone gathered, so he sent the group message." Miss Hirahara said: "And I often send text messages to the master."

"So, did you say that the master wanted you to go to the Nanman room, and did you also use text messages?"

"That's right, look." Miss Hirahara took out the text message.

Conan leaned over and said, "After breakfast, don't tell anyone, come to Nanman's room by yourself, remember not to be discovered by the butler."

"I saw this text message after noon, so I broke the appointment and didn't see the master." Miss Hirahara said regretfully.

"Why didn't you notice the text message?" Conan asked.

"Because I put my phone in the bathroom to charge it, I forgot." Miss Hirahara felt a little embarrassed, and then said, "Mr. Kishiji is urging me, I have to go there quickly."

Looking at the figure running away, Conan said: "From the text of the text, it is really impossible to tell that Miss Xiaoguang is hated by the master."

Butler Koga's eyes were deep and he didn't speak.

A few moments.

"The prisoner is definitely that person, right?" Hattori Heiji pondered.

"Yes, but there is no evidence." Conan frowned and said, "There are also ways to kill Miss Shuo and Miss."

Hattori Heiji pinched his eyebrows, "If we can't solve that trick, we can do nothing."

When reasoning about a case, nothing is more distressing than knowing who the murderer is but without evidence to prove it. After all, if you collect evidence to find the murderer step by step, it will be much easier.

Chen Xing stood by the window, watching the rain fall, and the occasional lightning passing by illuminated the huge courtyard.

"That's probably what happened," he said to the phone.

"So you don't want to fall behind those two detectives. Do you come to ask me because of your competitive spirit?" Amuro Toru's slightly lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Two detectives?"

"It's not Mr. Maori and that black boy from Osaka." Tori Amuro answered calmly.

Chen Xing was silent for a moment and said, "They have unlocked the mechanism in the coffin and also know who the murderer is, but they still don't know the way to kill people."

"You want to beat them?" Toru Amuro chuckled.

"I think if I don't pull him out quickly, someone may be killed."

"It makes sense." Amuro stuttered.

Chen Xing felt that every time he asked him, this guy's attitude was always strange and he was a little begging.

"I remember you said just now that the vampire bought a swimming pool for children?" Toru Amuro said.

"Yes." Chen Xing cheered up and knew that this should be a very important clue.

"Have you been to the gym?" Amuro Toro suddenly said an irrelevant topic.

"What?" Chen Xing was stunned.

Is the span of thinking jumping too big?

Tori Amuro teased: "Don't you rich young masters all like to practice a whole body there and attract girls?"

"I don't." Chen Xing said speechlessly: "Is this a reminder?"

"Smart." Amuro smiled and said, "So have you realized it?"

Chen Xing pondered for a moment, shook his head ashamed, "No."

He felt that his talent in reasoning might be like this, just like his kendo practice, ordinary.

"If this happens, it will be hard to explain to you in a while." Toru Amuro thought, "How do you exercise normally?"

"Meditation." Chen Xing said.

"What else?"

"It's gone."

"Eh?" Amuro Toru was stunned.

A killer, a rigorously trained in the organization, proficient in guns, and a formal member with codenames, is his way of improving himself meditation?

"I mean, aren't there any physical exercise method?" Amuro Toru hinted: "The kind who is very tired and sweaty."

"I will practice with a wooden knife occasionally." Chen Xing answered honestly.

Tori Amuro couldn't help but feel silent, "Do you know what dumbbells are?"

"I read it in a magazine." Chen Xing said, and suddenly stopped.

Amuro breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you finally figured it out?"

"I probably have a way of thinking." A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Xing's mouth.

"Really?" Amuro Toru said suspiciously: "You are afraid that I will hit you, so I said this on purpose?"

When Chen Xing heard this, he immediately said, "Go to rest early."

"Hey, is this kind of attitude when you use it?" Amuro Toru said dissatisfied.

Chen Xing was already walking towards the living room, and when he felt relaxed, he forgived his rudeness.

"Otherwise, will you have to greet the weather in the middle of the night?"

"You can actually say sarcastic words?"

“It’s always going to be.”

"Then I'll underestimate you."

"Everyone is bored." Chen Xing curled his lips.

"Is it raining there?" Amuro asked.

"Yes." Chen Xing looked at the window in the corridor. There were sporadic lights outside. It should be the wind and the raindrops tilted, twisting down the window, blurring the view.

"Let me guess, you shouldn't be right next to the window or even sit there in a deep look..." Before Amuro Toru finished speaking, he heard a beeping sound in the microphone.

He was stunned for a moment, furious, "Hang up my phone again!"

On the other side.

Chenyu hung up the phone because Conan and Hattori Heiji rushed over. Of course, there was a little bit of intentional ingredients.

"You were just calling?" Conan's eyes were always so sharp.

"What happened in the store." Chen Xing said casually: "What happened?"

Hattori Heiji didn't think much, but smiled confidently, "We have completely solved the tricks about killing Miss Moriya. Right, Kudo?"

"That's right." Conan nodded.

"Oh." Chen Xing nodded, "making tools like dumbbells."

"Eh?" Conan and Hattori Heiji's expression froze.

"Rely on that children's swimming pool." Chen Xing said again.

The two people on the other side looked at each other, their expressions unpredictable.

"When did you find it?" Hattori Heiji couldn't help but say.

"Just just now." Chen Xing was very satisfied with the expressions of these two guys, "I suddenly thought of it."

What Conan subconsciously thought of was the phone call he had just made, but when he thought about it carefully, who could see through the truth with just a few words while staying away from the scene of the crime?

Hattori Heiji silently opened the window and calmed down.
Chapter completed!