As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

No matter how much impact this name brought to An Sir's heart, but only looking at the surface, I really have to admit that the handsome black-skinned guy really doesn't show any extra emotions.

No loss is a high-level undercover, full marks for emotional management.

Like an enthusiastic young man, he seems to have a good impression of the person he knows, so he can talk casually, and whenever he has any questions, he usually doesn't ask them directly, but uses social etiquette to let him answer first. People can't help but accept his words.

For example, the introduction of name and occupation, he didn't come to ask me, but he naturally talked about his name and what he was doing, and then as long as he looked at me, I had to follow his words.

"Mr. Fuguya just returned to Japan recently. Before that, were you abroad? I didn't know anything about the profession of makeup design before that." Sir An approached me while I was resting, "I used to be a detective I have also been to countries near Singapore for my work, where is Mr. Jiang Gu?"

Ahhh, I'm being led by the nose by Sir An!

I sneered twice, "It depends on the employer, you can go anywhere if necessary."

How can I directly talk about European and American countries, a person who has never passed the sixth level, does anyone have a little sub who has worked there?

Originally, I thought it would be safest to use my mother tongue, and said it would be best to go to a flower planter, but thinking about it, it really has nothing to do with human design, so I don't want to get involved casually.

Of course, Jing Guang’s memory naturally has language skills, not only English, but Jing Guang’s French is also fluent, and other languages ​​​​including Chinese, German, and Korean have also been dabbled in.

What's even more powerful is that most of these languages ​​were learned after he joined the organization according to his needs. It can be said that he is a young language genius.

"Really, it's really free. If I have the chance, I'd like to look around too." When Sir An's voice softened, it really touched people's hearts.

When I was a little depressed, Mr. Hasegawa called me.

"The rehearsal for the first half is over. Jiang Gu went to help the Qinggu band remake their makeup. The opening music for the second half at six o'clock is their job, especially Liu Tiao. Help him cover up the tattoo on his head. What does he look like? !" Hasegawa and the bassist named Liujo in the Kiyotani Orchestra have a close relationship, and there are some similarities between their eyebrows and eyes.

So Mr. Hasegawa is obviously very dissatisfied with Liujo's style of work.

"Okay, Mr. Hasegawa." I gave Sir An an apologetic smile, and then hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.

Live events like this are even busier than I imagined. Uncle Maori took it easy when he came in just now, but now he is busy again.

It's a bit like calling the class cadres to arrange the scene in advance during the sports meeting. It seems that they are busy but they don't seem to be busy.

"Arai, go backstage and have a look. Why isn't that kid from Liujo here? Didn't Fuguya say that he's ready?!" Hasegawa frowned and looked at his watch, beckoning to the field manager beside him to call for someone.

Arai is a young man, he looks like the kind of young man who has just entered the industry.He looked at the manuscript in his hand. Yoko Okino had just asked him to help get the latest version of the performance schedule, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

Sighing, I took the initiative to say: "I'll go to the backstage to have a look, you go to Ms. Okino first."

Came to the front to touch up the makeup of a drummer who was adjusting an instrument, and now that the work is done, it doesn't hurt to help out.

But this job is really troublesome.

Because it was close to the time of the last rehearsal, almost everyone was preparing at the front desk, and there was almost no one near the dressing room.

Even Uncle Mori and the others are on Okino Yoko’s side. This female star should not invite a detective to watch the rehearsal for no reason. Uncle Mori probably has a commission, otherwise there is no need for Sir An’s "disciple" to follow, right? ?

All the way down, I was immediately stuffed with an obvious bloody smell in my nostrils.Where there is the god of death, I have thought of it a long time ago.

It's just that it's different from the small restaurant last time. This is a large venue, and I can't identify potential victims in advance at all.

Thinking of this, I quickly quickened my pace and walked quickly along the source of the smell - this direction is the dressing room.

No way?

I stood at the door of the room, isn't this the dressing room I was in before?

There was no sound from inside, and I took out a white glove from my pocket—I wore it on purpose in case I needed to keep my fingerprints off.

This is called planning for a rainy day, and it turns out that my consideration is not superfluous.

The door wasn't locked and I opened it without a hitch.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the person lying on the ground, it was undoubtedly Liu Tiao.

I walked in and saw that his clothes were a little messy, and he looked like he had fought with someone. Bright red blood was splashed from the dressing table all the way to the ground. The blood came from the wound on his neck artery.

Liu Tiao's eyeballs seemed to protrude, and his long mouth seemed to be breathing hard. Perhaps the wound on his neck cut off his trachea, which caused this phenomenon.

There was dragging blood on the ground, but it was probably the victim's own dragging marks.To be precise, it is the trace of his survival. After he fell near the dressing table, he was not completely dead and chose to crawl out because he could not make a sound.

It's just that he couldn't reach the door, but stayed here forever.

I squatted down and didn't touch the corpse rashly, but I was going to take a closer look at the wound to see if I could confirm the general type of the murder weapon.

But I just squatted down when I heard a scream.

"what--"

I turned my head reflexively, and saw a girl looking at me in horror. It was Miss Keiko whom I had met before.

... No, you listen to me explain.

This corpse has nothing to do with me!

I didn't kill people.

"Killed, killed!" The terrified girl took a few steps back, until she leaned against the cold wall, she seemed to have regained her senses.

I stood up and took a step forward. Just as I was about to say something, she suddenly started rushing out as if waking up from a dream.

Obviously they regarded me as a villain, thinking that I would hurt her.

I rubbed my forehead, feeling a little helpless.

It's already been twice, and I've only been here for a long time, and I've already been treated as a suspect twice. Is this the charm of "Conan Circle"?

I sighed helplessly, just wait for her to call for someone, and just continue to check the scene at my own pace.

At least from the current point of view, the wound is not too long, not too deep, and the cut surface of the wound is not smooth.It doesn't feel like the whole killing action is a complete process, it's slightly fragmented.

Improvised?

Or is it a gang crime?

There is currently no evidence to support these speculations.

I observed that the furnishings in the room were similar to when I left. Even on the dressing table where a lot of dead blood was left, the bottles and jars on the table were well placed. Knocked off a few makeup brushes.

It seemed that the deceased fell towards the opposite direction of the dressing table.

But judging from the direction of the blood spatter, the deceased should have been facing the dressing table when the accident happened.

On the neck and hands, the person's reaction should be to lean forward instead of backward, that is to say-someone probably pushed him...

Just thinking about it, the "help" and "kill" that the young lady said just now has attracted everyone, especially the Maoli family who are extremely sensitive to crime.

"Hey, you! Don't disturb the scene!" Uncle Mao Li stopped me from putting on gloves to check the objects on the table, and then turned to Xiao Lan and said, "Lan, call the police!"

At the same time, a large number of people crowded outside the door, and the screaming girl was naturally indispensable in the crowd, "Mr. Maori, that's what I saw!"

She pointed her hand at me as she spoke.

I straightened up, took off my gloves, and pushed my glasses, "The deceased is Mr. Rokujo of the Kiyotani band. According to preliminary observations, the fatal injury should come from the knife marks on his neck. The face of the deceased was blue, and blood may have entered the area before death." His trachea was cut open, resulting in breathing disorders, and the specific cause of death still needs to be further tested by the forensic doctor."

"You talk to yourself, who are you?" Maybe someone outside looked at me a little arrogantly, and it felt a little strange.

"My name is Rei Fugu, and I occasionally work part-time as a detective."

"Tsk, it's for the detective boy again." Uncle Mao Li waved his hand and looked at me seriously, "Then why did you appear in Mr. Incident?"

"It's almost time for Mr. Rokujo to rehearse on stage, but he hasn't come yet. I just came to look for him. I didn't expect to see such a scene when I opened the door." I explained simply, and raised my hands as I spoke. , expressing sincerity, "Don't worry, Mr. Maori, I didn't destroy the scene, I just investigated a little out of curiosity."

My eyes met Maori, and I exchanged glances with Sir An who was behind him.I showed him a slightly helpless smile.

As if stabbed by my smile, something seemed to flash in his eyes.But I didn't see it clearly, so I just gave way to the little Conan who ran in to check the corpse.

As expected of Conan's world, the police will be there in three seconds, and the police will be there in three minutes. This makes me sigh from time to time, these police officers in the search section will not always wait for Uncle Mori's call.

Of course, when I asked later, I found out that they had just solved another case nearby, received a mission on the way back, turned the car around and came straight over, that's why they arrived so quickly.

"Megure Police Department, Takagi-kun," I greeted the chubby police officer, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"Mr. Jiang Gu, why are you here?" Takagi was familiar with me, so he naturally responded to my words.

On the other hand, Police Officer Megure didn't recognize me when he saw me under makeup for the first time.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen in the makeup job." I was a little helpless.

I was helpless, and the Mumu Police Department was even more helpless, "Brother Maoli, why is it you again?"

Helpless, but not unexpected.

As a routine matter, the Megure Police Department persuaded most of the irrelevant people to leave the scene. Mr. Hasegawa arranged to gather in the next-door venue first, and the rest related to the case, such as the Maori detective and his party, witnesses and so on stayed temporarily .

The first step that needs to be done is naturally to screen out those who are likely to commit crimes from the dozens of people present at this rehearsal—to be honest, I am very curious about the way they screen, but as the current number one suspect, I can't leave the scene.

That's right, completely unexpected, I was one of the suspects again.

And a major suspect.

...Already twice, am I just unlucky? !